Regal Pulp

“Zane Ashfield... your job class is... ‘Chimera King’...???” That was the job-class he received in this other world. He and his classmates were ‘hero summoned’ to defeat the Evil Demon King. But when all of his classmates received regal, divine roles befitting true heroes... He instead received the unique-yet-bizarre Job Class: The Chimera King. A job-class that grants him the forbidden ability, Graft. The power to attach and fuse monster parts to his own body. But... “Zane Ashfield... you are a heretical existence... and you must be purged.” They would never allow such heretic "hero" like him to stand among the divine heroes. Zane was cast away—! Banished to one of the world’s deadliest dungeons! He was soon swarmed by monsters, torn apart, losing all of his limbs... And he was at his death's door. However— He found his ‘treasure.’ A glowing, fiery monster arm. [DING!] [You have found an Armament!] [Armament: Right Arm of the Inferno Salamander.] [Do you wish to graft this Armament onto your body?] [YES] / [NO] Without hesitation... he fused the monster’s flesh to his own! Slowly, he will become the 'heretical monster' they feared...! But he does not care. He will survive. And he will take his revenge. ~~~ Author’s Note: This story contains graphic violence, gore, and scenes of body modification. Reader discretion is advised. (At the very least, the first few chapters will be pretty graphic, so... consider this a warning ahead of time.)

Orion was a homeless orphan living in the human settlement Central. The boy was, for lack of a better word, stupid—not because he lacked intelligence (no, he was actually pretty normal intellectually speaking), but what else would you call a person who smiled after getting beat to a pulp?! Stupid! STUPID THROUGH AND THROUGH! With his luck too, he was constantly getting beaten—punched by thieves, punched by beggars, punched by beggar thieves! But somehow, as long as he came out alive by the end, he thought it was a win. To him, the thrill of throwing himself into a helpless situation and coming out on top was exhilarating—the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the sweat running down his skin, the body aching from overuse. It was all so miserable, but somehow, when everything passed, he felt a rush of exstasy that surpassed all pain endured. Until the day came when he was met with a truly terrifying enemy. But he was used to it—steadying his resolve, analyzing the environment, and planning how to survive. But there was no surviving then. There was only death, and that was what awaited him. So he died… But he lived. And now, he was faced with two options for the future: help save humanity from doom, or aid its destruction. Note 1: HEAVILY inspired by Shadow Slave, this novel is an attempt at giving G3's masterpiece some of my own ideas. Not tagged as fanfiction because the story doesn’t happen in the same universe as Shadow Slave. Note 2: This storyu will skip a bit of context, but please take things at face value at first, i'll explain everything at the right time, i just don't want to give everybody walls of text of world building every 2 paragraphs.

[This book is complete] Everyone is playing a regal game. Everyone except Lucia (who probably should). After her father faced accusations of trying to seize the throne from his father and king, he was exiled along with his family. They were no longer royalty, but his wife would not have it. She was friends with the queen of Vershia and used that to her advantage. Her two older daughters were the right age to marry the two princes, and she would make that happen come what may. That became a problem when the oldest daughter was ignored by the crown prince, who formed a friendship with the youngest of the girls. There was still hope; Lucia could become the future queen. But Lucia was not groomed for this role. She did not want to live for the type of marriage she could snag. She did not want to take the man who had been planned for her sister. But that’s the thing with plans, isn’t it? She never planned to fall in love with the man, and there she was: an unwilling participant in the regal games. Would she capture the crown? How would everything affect her relationship with her sister? Was there ever pleasing her mother? [WSA 2024 Entry]

In the vast seas beyond, she is known as Lyra Marie Stonehaven, the only princess of the United Kingdom of Eldoria. Born as the youngest child and only daughter of King Caspian, a sovereign of a vast empire, she bears the constant burden of royal duty and the unyielding scrutiny of the public. Her days are meticulously orchestrated, filled with state dinners, diplomatic meetings, and charity galas, each step scrutinized and every word memorized. She embodies regal perfection, the living symbol of millennia of tradition and expectation. Driven by an unshakeable yearning for something more, she vanished without a trace, leaving her crown and inheritance behind. Now, in the pulsating, anonymous heart of a faraway country's vibrant music scene, she's known only as "Anya Spencer", an enigmatic singer and songwriter whose raw, emotional lyrics and captivating melodies have taken the globe by storm. Her concerts sell out in minutes, her albums break streaming records, and her face graces magazine covers worldwide. Like a modern-day phenomenon, she's achieved the kind of meteoric rise and devoted fanbase that rivals can’t even keep up. Here, amidst the flashing lights and liberating anonymity, she's found a freedom in which her previous life could never offer, living out loud through her music. It's a dangerous double life, where one wrong step, one glimpse of her true identity, could shatter her empire of sound and drag her back to the life she desperately fled. But one night, her worst nightmare happened.

A boy born in the slums yearned for what the world had in store. Due to the kind heart of a certain person, he could finally grasp the opportunity to do what he had dreamed of dearly. Now on an adventure, everything the world had in store was laid before his sight. The magic spells of regal mages that were as powerful as they were beautiful. The aura arts of valiant warriors, exuding strength and bravery. The holy miracles of kind priests that aimed to cure the world of its darkness. And finally... The evil crafts of sinful demons who wanted to swallow the entire world. Let us accompany the boy in his adventure in pursuing his dream to be just like the hero of the fairy tales he used to read. The series of both fortunate and unfortunate events that he was to experience. Being torn from the one he loved… Finding companions amidst the darkness… Finally reaching for the light he had long yearned for… And so much more.

Synopsis: Bloodline Ascendance In the harsh, unforgiving lands of the Mortal Realm, Kaelen Thorne is just a simple, struggling villager, fiercely dedicated to his parents and his innocent little sister, Lyra. His life is one of quiet desperation, until a catastrophic incident shatters his peaceful existence, forcing him to unconsciously unleash a latent power that catches the eye of Elder Valerius from the Azure Sky Sect. Discovered for a potential hidden talent, Kaelen is taken as a disciple, thrust into the treacherous world of cultivation. Little does he know, the burst of power was merely a flicker of his dormant Apex Genesis Bloodline—a forgotten heritage that traces back to primordial chaos beasts, granting him the unparalleled ability to transform into composite, devastating beast forms and command cosmic forces. As Kaelen battles his way through the cutthroat sect, facing envious rivals and life-threatening trials, his bloodline awakens in stages, granting him strength beyond imagination. His path to power is not a solitary one. With his family firmly by his side, uplifted and protected as he ascends, Kaelen embarks on an epic journey through vast Spirit, Immortal, and even God Realms. Along the way, his undeniable charisma and raw power attract a growing harem of beautiful, sexy, alluring, and powerful women. From the ice-cold Saintess Ling Feiyue and the dangerously seductive Seraphina Vex, to the regal Empress Anya Volkov and the ancient Lyraea Whisperingleaf, each wife brings unique strengths, challenges, and passionate intimacy to his life. As Kaelen rises, he cultivates not only his own strength but also a powerful lineage. His wives bear him progenies who inherit astonishing combinations of their parents' powers, amplifying the might of the Apex Genesis Bloodline and ensuring a legacy that will span eons. Confronting tyrannical emperors, cosmic abominations, and ancient secrets, Kaelen must master his unique transformations, forge an indomitable empire, and protect everything he holds dear. "Bloodline Ascendance" is a sweeping saga of a humble youth who defies destiny, wields unmatched primordial power, conquers realms, and builds an ultimate dynasty forged in passion and loyalty, ascending to become the supreme progenitor of a new, dominant cosmic order.

Regal lived a harsh life with almost null magic power in the academy. On his 18th birthday he receives a gift from his parents, who tells him he is not their real child. The gift is two pendent, one is black wing and another is white wing. Now the story of Regal who starts to disclose his identity starts...

In the shadowed heart of the kingdom of Arvenhall, where noble blood hides monstrous secrets, Anna becomes the second wife to a man from the most powerful noble house in the land—the Evans family. Though they are not royalty, the Evanses are close enough to it, holding a grip over the court that rivals even the King’s. To the public, they serve the crown. But in private, they may be the ones ruling it. From the moment Anna arrives at the Evans’ manor, she knows something is deeply wrong. Perfection isn’t just expected—it’s enforced. Every word, every smile, every silence feels staged. Lord and Lady Evan, regal and cold, are revered and feared across the kingdom, their influence stretching far beyond their estate. No one crosses them. Not even the King. And the King... he is distant, untouchable, watching. A man whose tragic past should have broken him—but didn’t. Rumors whisper he’s just a figurehead now, but others say he’s simply waiting, biding his time. The truth? No one knows. Except perhaps the Evans. Or perhaps he knows more than he lets on. They are each other’s shadows—caught in a silent war of power and secrets, with Anna now in the middle. Then there’s her husband—the man who chose her. Too quickly. Too deliberately. His devotion is obsessive, his gaze lingering, his touch possessive. He claims to love her. But is it really love? Or is Anna something else to him—a vessel, a key, or a pawn in a darker scheme? As Anna begins to pull at the threads of her new life, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of manipulation, madness, and supernatural ties far older than the kingdom itself. In a house where nothing is as it seems, being the second wife might mean she was never meant to leave. Because in Arvenhall, some women are chosen not to be loved—but to be kept.

Morí a los catorce años. Sin aplausos. Sin amor. Sin nadie que me recordara. No fui especial. No fui elegido. Pero al volver a abrir los ojos, descubrí algo que los demás jamás tendrán: cuando deseo algo se hace realidad pero no me lo regalan pasan unas cosas y gradualmente va a pasar y no es gratis sino que siempre ay un pago y el pago es que me va a pasar algo malo según lo que pida En esta nueva vida, nadie sabe quién soy. Solo conocen al ser que aparece cada domingo en un dominio blanco y absoluto: un joven de rostro divino, con ojos marcados por el símbolo del infinito. Su nombre es Infinite. Mientras vivo como un humano cualquiera, levanto templos en secreto, entrego bendiciones, creo avatares y convoco fieles. Algunos me buscan por desesperación. Otros… por poder. Pero al final, todos caerán de rodillas. No por amor. Sino por adoración.

The inevitable threat of [Ragnarok] looms over [Yggdrasil]. The terrifying cycle of creation and destruction continues unhindered. Gods, Angels and Demons alike have tried to put an end to it but to no avail. Now in the ninth cycle of [Ragnarok] the [Fragments of Insurgence] have arrived, and behind them a rogue deity promising salvation from an endless cycle of life and death. Join me Xyrak, as I regale this tale and bask in the true might and glory of [Yggdrasil]. Discord: https://discord.gg/q7vpUYkr I will be uploading on Royal Road as well.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

A girl from the slums with a questionable past was taken into the Royal Family through arrangements as the fianceé of the Crown Prince, but also as an undercover spy inside the Royal walls to uncover its darkest secrets.

read the story and know. dark world op mc. yamino died two times and become a soul and a dungeon master in abyss. but then he recieved a box from his future self. the box contains the a latter. the game of wars is coming. we need to be powerful enough to survive. congratulations Skill Name: Solo King Rank: SSS Type: King-Level (Sentient) Nature: Unique – One-of-a-kind in all known realms Origin: Born from Yamino’s soul, bound by fate, ambition, and divine authority Core Trait: The Solo King is not just a skill—it is a sovereign entity born from Yamino’s will. It has a will of its own, one that remains silent until life-threatening moments arise. This skill respects Yamino as its king, but it tests him often. As he grows, the Solo King evolves, unlocking its ten regal powers. --- Revealed Sub-Skills: (10/10) 1. King of Nothing Defeated beings become Yamino’s vassals—souls bound to him in loyalty and servitude. They lose their past and are reborn under his rule. He can summon and command them freely. > “Those who fall before the king… rise only in his name.” --- 2. King’s Tax Yamino absorbs 100,000x power from followers and 1,000,000x from defeated foes. The absorbed energy is stored in the "Royal Vault," used for strengthening, creation, or defense. > “The king does not borrow—he collects.” --- 3. King’s Aura A suppressive aura of dominance. All who are weaker feel fear, submission, or hesitation. Stronger beings are pressured, slowed, and psychologically strained. > “His presence alone bends the knee.” --- 4. Domain of a Sovereign Yamino creates a dimension in his soul. Inside it, he becomes absolute. He shapes laws, terrain, time flow, and physics to reflect his will. > “Within these walls, only the king writes law.” ✉️ lucky.v.writer@gmail.com

"So he was staring and probably attracted to an omega, so what? You should be the last person calling him out." Callum quirkeda brow at me and I cringed, knowing he was talking about the reputation I had gained as a flirt and seducer. "Firstly I don't sleep with people below my station, talk less of an omega. Any female who comes into my bed comes willingly and not because I'm a superior she can't say no to." I pointed out. "That doesn't make you any less of a womanizer." Callum retorted. "That's not the point Callum." I rolled my eyes are him. "Okay, Alpha Kael has a thing for servants, how is that any of our business?" He asked. "After the meeting he suggested taking the girl with him...back to his pack." I revealed. "And what did you say?" He quirked a brow at me. Betrayed. Pregnant. Destined for more than she ever imagined. Lyra, a lowly omega, never expected her quiet life to be entangled with the powerful Alpha Erik Varian—the notorious playboy who cast her aside without a second glance. But when a single night leaves her carrying his child, her world shatters. Determined to protect herself and the life growing within her, Lyra walks away, unaware that fate has marked her for greatness. Erik, bound by duty and a dangerous arranged union with the regal Clara, never thought his greatest regret would be the omega he overlooked. Now haunted by the truth of their bond, he’s torn between the life he's built and the mate he betrayed. As rival Alphas plot a takeover, secrets from Lyra’s forgotten past begin to surface including a hidden lineage that could shift the balance of power across the werewolf realm. With war on the horizon and love in the crossfire, Lyra must rise from the shadows, not just as a mother or a mate... but as a Luna destined to lead. Fate chose her. Now she must choose to rise.

“What did you say?” Félix asked. She repeated, “Name your price.” “What is that supposed to mean?” His voice had tapered off with an unreadable emotion that got her weak in her knees, but she held out her chin. “Didn't you once offer to pay me off? Now, make me an offer I cannot refuse. Otherwise, I will go in there"—she gestured toward the Ball—"and make everyone think you dragged me out here to take advantage of me. I know exactly what that would do to your reputation.” “Say. That. Again,” Félix said through gritted teeth as he inched closer to her. ====================== She hadn’t meant to upset him or, worse, blackmail him. She didn’t even know who he was; she only knew he looked important because of how regally he stood in the moonlit dark. Estella was the baron of Cleverdale’s youngest, born into a hard life and always kept on her toes. Her stepsisters hated her. The baroness loathed her. And her father, the only one she called family, shattered her heart when he sold her to Viscount Alistair Ravensdale to cover up his misdeeds. The night of Lady Agatha’s ball, she seized her chance and ran straight into … Duke Félix of Chateaûbriant. In the dark, he mistook her for Princess Coralie, his fiancée, and kissed her. When the moon revealed her face, something about her stuck with him. He couldn’t shake the image of her running wildly or how she smelled like white lotus with hardcore roots. But when she threatened his reputation, he refused to play along. She returned to her world of cruel sisters and an unwanted engagement. What she hadn’t prepared for was the Duke arriving at her doorstep, making two outrageous claims. One. He was the Duke of Chateaûbriant. And two. She had stolen something valuable from him that night. What had she stolen without knowing it? Or worse, what could he possibly demand as repayment? ✯Like it? Add to Library!

Jayden Colman at the age of 12 had been arrested and given a life sentence for murder after litterally shoving a shovel down his fathers throat for his dad had beaten his mom to a pulp after coming home drunk simply because she over cooked his food . But then at the age of 13 a silver linning opportunity presents its self as he joins the army. 13 years later and he vows to make the world bend to his knees.

How does it feel to have such prowess...? Such thought lingered on Kreig's mind; yearning, hoping. He doesn't have a place to call home, nor does he have a person he could come back to. He was a loner living on the streets. The furthest memory he could recall was when he was beaten up to a pulp, and there he awoke. Not such prowess, but his consciousness. Living on the street caused his hunger to survive to surpass his peers, though he, himself, had not done anything to turn his situation around. Then one day, when the usual trade happened before his eyes, an unusual spark lit up in his eyes, something dangerously close to hope. Even if this kills me... Tomorrow, I, Kreig Haven, will set forth the world of Domains! One to two chapters per day, typically 4:05 PM UTC

Jericho was just another die-hard gamer until a sudden death dropped him straight into the world of his favorite fantasy RPG. There’s only one problem: he didn’t reincarnate as the legendary hero, the hidden boss, or even a halfway-decent ally. No, Jericho is an extra. A third-rate noble who, in the game’s story, used his status to bully the weak, harass women, and serve as an early punching bag for the real protagonist. His scripted fate? A humiliating downfall: after assaulting the hero’s childhood friend, Jericho was beaten to a pulp, suspended from the academy, and disowned by his family. Left with nothing but his name, his destiny was to vanish quietly as the story marched on. Now reincarnated into this disgraced villain’s body, after the fall, Jericho wakes up at rock bottom. No money, no allies, no backup plan. And worst of all? Everyone already hates him. But Jericho isn’t interested in redemption. He knows how this world works: no matter how strong a villain gets, the protagonist’s hidden power and unbeatable plot armor will always win in the end. So, why bother fighting fate? Armed with deep knowledge of future events, Jericho takes a different path: profit. From rare relics and world-changing tools to market-shifting disasters, he crafts and exploits every twist of the story for one thing: wealth. His final goal is a quiet, luxurious life far away from the main plotline. But as Jericho’s schemes succeed, his "coincidental" genius draws eyes he never wanted, from dangerous nobles to ambitious academy students, and eventually the hero himself along with his circle of heroines, each with their own suspicions and agendas. Jericho planned to stay out of the story, but the story isn’t done with him.

She was never meant to marry a god. Especially not the Vampire God. For nineteen years, Roseline lived under strange, suffocating rules: Never go out at night. Never wear colorful clothes. Never attract attention. In the quiet town of Techny, tales of vampires were whispered in fear—ancient myths meant to scare children. But for Roseline, those tales were warnings. Warnings she never fully understood… until the night they came for her. Born under the Blood Moon, she was marked from birth—destined to become the bride of the Vampire God, a cursed fate sealed in blood and shadow. Dragged into a world of eternal night, Roseline finds herself trapped in a royal, sinister court, married to a darkly powerful being with red eyes, a dangerous aura, and secrets older than time. He is cruel. He is cold. He is irresistibly beautiful. And now, he owns her. But Roseline is no ordinary bride. As she unravels the truth about her heritage, the vampires’ curse, and the reason her parents have been in comas for thirteen years, she discovers a power within her that could shatter both realms. Caught between a love she never asked for, a past drenched in betrayal, and a destiny darker than she imagined, Roseline must choose: Surrender to the Vampire God… Or become the Queen who rewrites fate itself. --- Excerpt: The grand hall buzzed with music, laughter, and elegance—but Rosaline felt like an invisible ghost among the glittering nobles, just another waitress carrying wine on a silver tray. Until fate, cruel and twisted, decided to strike. As she reached one of the most luxurious tables in the room, her heel slipped on the polished floor. The tray tilted, the wine surged, and in a blink, the deep red liquid splashed across the expensive suit of the most intimidating man she'd ever seen. The goblet shattered. She crashed to the ground with a gasp, heart slamming against her chest. The music stopped. Conversations died. All eyes turned. Rosaline’s breath hitched as she scrambled to her knees. “I-I’m so sorry, sir…” she whispered, head bowed in shame. He rose slowly from his seat—Prince Stefan, the empire’s most powerful noble, though Rosaline didn’t know that. All she knew was that he smelled of wealth, power… and something dangerously otherworldly. His eyes— black, piercing, unreadable—locked onto her like a predator studying prey. He was magnetic. Regal. And terrifyingly silent. Everyone expected him to shout, to demand her job, her punishment. But instead, he tilted his head. His gaze trailed across her face… then down to the soft skin of her neck, where a faded birthmark peeked out—shaped like a crescent moon. The mark. His breath caught. His expression shifted. She was the one. The bride of the Vampire God. The girl bound to him by blood, fate… and a curse centuries old. Kavin nudged him, trying to snap him out of his daze, but Stefan couldn’t look away. “You…” he murmured, his voice low, smooth like dark velvet, “...you’ve grown into someone far more captivating than I expected.” Rosaline blinked, confused. She didn’t know why he looked at her like that. She didn’t know who he really was. But something in his gaze made her chest flutter. He took a step closer. Close enough for her to feel the heat rolling off his body. The way he looked at her made her skin tingle—like he was peeling back her soul. “Tell me, beautiful,” he said, lips curling into a teasing smile, “would you go on a date with me… and save yourself from losing this job?” Gasps echoed again. A date? With him? Rosaline’s heart threatened to jump out of her chest. Who was this man really? And why did her heart feel like it was being claimed by something ancient and forbidden?

Path of the Forsaken Phoenix In a world where power is birthright, etched into the very skin as a Spirit Root, Kael Ardyn is born a blank slate – "spiritless," an omen of misfortune under a cursed blood moon. Cast out by his noble clan and marked by scorn from his earliest memories, his childhood is a testament to quiet endurance in the face of relentless cruelty. His only solace comes from the secret, forbidden teachings of his mother, whispers of a world and powers beyond the rigid doctrines of their kin. At thirteen, after a brutal betrayal by his own father leaves him for dead, Kael's desolate existence is shattered by an agonizing awakening. A terrifying, ancient power ignites within him: the Shadowflame, a volatile, forbidden energy that feels both intrinsically his and dangerously alien. Simultaneously, a mysterious, disembodied System designates him "Host," activating the "Path of the Forsaken Phoenix" and issuing a cryptic directive: Awaken Your First Sigil. His first, "Echoes of Scorn," is born directly from his accumulated trauma, transforming his pain into a chilling, defensive spiritual force. Thrust alone into the perilous Outer Territories, Kael begins a desperate journey of survival and discovery. Guided by the enigmatic System and haunted by his past, he navigates a hostile world teeming with savage spirit beasts and treacherous landscapes. His path leads him deep into a forgotten subterranean underworld, a realm of ancient mysteries and deadly trials. Within the awe-inspiring Heart-Crystal Cavern, he glimpses unsettling visions of a forgotten past – obsidian cities under crimson skies and regal beings of shadow – hinting at a lineage far stranger and more significant than he could ever imagine. He endures the soul-crushing "Trial of the Deep," navigates the deceptive, mind-bending Luminous Labyrinth, and confronts the terrifying, soul-corrupting void of the Entropic Hall. Each ordeal pushes him to the brink, yet each also forges him anew. At the heart of the Labyrinth, Kael undergoes the agonizing "Crucible of Embers," forcing his volatile Shadowflame to integrate with his very being and successfully activating his first true cultivation stage: Ember Vein (Initial – Shadow-Forged). This hard-won power is "non-standard," his connection to the Shadowflame both a potent weapon and a dangerous anomaly, its unique properties promising unforeseen challenges. Emerging onto the surface world after a grueling ascent, Kael finds not salvation, but a vast, ancient forest teeming with new dangers. His first encounters are brutal, forcing him to fight for every breath, every meager resource, his new powers tested immediately against the raw ferocity of nature and its spirit beasts. Injured and alone, he must learn to manage his minimal Soulfire, understand the strange whispers of his Shadow-Forged core, and utilize the System's guidance to stabilize his foundation and slowly, painstakingly, grow stronger. Kael's journey is more than a quest for power; it's a desperate search for identity, for the truth behind his spiritless birth, the origin of the Shadowflame, and the meaning of the System guiding his forsaken path. Looming beyond his immediate struggles is the greater, cosmic threat of Entropy and its zealous worshippers, the Veiled Eternum, forces that seek to unravel the very fabric of existence. "Shadowflame: Path of the Forsaken Phoenix" is an epic Eastern Fantasy of cultivation, resilience, and the search for purpose in a world determined to erase you, where the deepest scars can forge the most formidable strength, and a single, forsaken spark might just be enough to ignite a new dawn or be consumed by an all-devouring darkness.

“I wrote this world. I made these rules. And now... I’m just a nameless grunt in them.” Ethan Carter was just another failed webnovel author, spending sleepless nights writing for a handful of readers. Until one day, he woke up... inside his own story. The problem? He didn’t become the hero. Or the villain. Not even a cool side character. He became a grunt. A disposable NPC. The kind that shows up just to take a punch and drop like a sack of potatoes. And to make things worse, he reincarnated right at the moment he’s about to be beaten to a pulp by one of the most ridiculously overpowered characters in the entire world he created — the hero’s mentor, the Lord of Thunder. But… all is not lost. Because in the middle of his panic, Ethan discovers something not even he knew was hidden in his own script: A power. A bug. A loophole. He can stop time. The problem? He has no clue how this damn thing works. Now, he’ll have to survive, master his powers, and navigate a world filled with assassins, criminal syndicates, magical factions, and characters that… well, he wrote. His fate was never in the story. So screw the story.

After a fight with her mother, Lena faces an ultimatum that leads to a tragic accident, resulting in her death. However, her story doesn't end there. Lena's consciousness transmigrates into the world of a novel she had read, "Bejeweled Rose." She finds herself in the body of Lenaris Elsie Dunham, the notorious villainess of the story, known for her cunning and manipulative ways. As Lena navigates her new reality, she decides to play along and adapt to her new life as Lenaris. Despite her efforts to move forward, the shadows of her past continue to haunt her, leaving her plagued by self-doubt. With her new identity, Lena faces the challenges of her new world, including her complicated relationships with her family members, particularly her stepbrothers Lord Elvin and Lord Veneric, who seem to harbor disdain for her. Additionally, she's bound by an arranged engagement to Prince Caspian Del Rico Regales, a union that could further her family's interests or spark a web of intrigue. As Lena embarks on this new journey, she's determined to make the most of her life as Lenaris Elsie Dunham, leveraging her newfound position to forge her own path and navigate the complexities of her new reality. With her reputation as a villainess preceding her, Lena is ready to face whatever this new world throws her way, using her wit and cunning to outmaneuver her foes and secure her place in the nobility.

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

Amira, formerly known as Katherine Davis, awakens in a world unfamiliar yet strangely resonant with her spirit. Born of Imperial blood and possessing latent powers, she finds herself stripped of memories that connect her to a regal destiny she cannot recall. In a bold move to reclaim autonomy over her life, Amira fakes her death and disappears, hoping to start anew under a veil of anonymity. However, her peace is short-lived. A mysterious stranger appears, igniting dormant emotions and vague memories of a life once lived. His arrival heralds the convergence of others—shadowy figures whispering of duty, secrets, and an inevitable calling that Amira struggles to understand. Their words are heavy with unspoken truths, suggesting that her ties to the empire run deeper than mere lineage. As fragments of her past resurface, Amira stands at a crossroads, entangled in a web of rediscovered memories and awakening powers that threaten to pull her back into a world she sought to escape. The revelation of her identity brings with it daunting choices: should she embrace her birthright and the responsibilities it carries, or can she carve out a path of her own, free from the burdens of her heritage? With each step deeper into the mysteries of her past and the intricate politics of the empire, Amira must decide whom to trust. Are these new acquaintances allies in her quest for truth, or do they seek to use her for their own ends? As she navigates this treacherous terrain, the stakes rise, not just for Amira but for the entire realm which teeters on the brink of unseen changes. In a world where destiny is both a gift and a curse, Amira's choices will determine the fate of an empire. But at what cost will she pursue her true identity, and is the price of reclaiming her past worth the freedom she has found in obscurity?

Miles Bennett, a 19-year-old pizza delivery boy, happened to deliver a custom-made love pizza on Valentine's Day to a regal home. Little did he know, his girlfriend Hanna would open the door with an elderly man gripping her waist lovingly. "You are such worthless trash, Miles!" Heartbroken, a screen flashed before this young man. [You are now the host of the 10x Modern Money System] [Starting with $10,000,000,000] [10× multiplier on income] [10× rebate on expenses] [Ding!] [First Mission Assigned!] [Details: Your heartless, wicked boss is on the brink of bankruptcy] [Action: Face-slap your boss, buy, and grow his pizza company to surpass McDonald's] [Reward: $10,000 and a 12-hour limited 30× rebate on expenses.] Miles clenched his fist and nodded with determination. "All who have looked down on me will pay!"

In the 21st century, an event known as the Great Shift of 2030 destroyed 90% of life on earth. A new race known as the Shifters emerged. 200 years later, countless wars divided what was left of civilization into two areas: The city-states controlled by the crime fighting SPA, and the badlands controlled by lawless bandits. Axel, a powerless Shifter in 2230, has vivid dreams of future events that never seem to come true. He has dreams of Joining the SPA academy and becoming an agent, but he is unable to deal with a bully at his local school. As Axel progresses and becomes stronger he begins to wonder, if his dreams are just dreams, or are they warnings from the future of a destiny he cannot escape? “1352 times I’ve been shoved in lockers, drowned in toilets, and beaten to a pulp...And yet, everyday I come back here, patiently waiting for that day....” Axel thought “You're trash! I kick your butt every morning but you never seem to get the message! Why don't you go back to where you came from? Why don't you quit this school you powerless loser!” Pb yelled into his face “Because… I believe in my dreams.” Axel began "I'm going to beat those dreams out of you!" Pb yelled kicking him in the stomach. Axel spat out a wad of blood, and looked Pb directly in his eyes. “I’ll never stop dreaming. You can beat me up as much as you like, but as long as my heart still beats, as long as my mind still thinks, I will continue to dream! No one can come between a man and his dream! The only person who can stop a man from dreaming is that man himself!” “Tomorrow is the day all this changes! Tomorrow is the day my dreams become Reality!” This novel was originally posted on Royal Road, and now I am bringing a rewritten version here. I am the original author. This story features images and manga panels so it is a light novel manga hybrid. You can see the images by clicking the links at the end of each chapter. They are not necessary but they provide a better viewing experience. The illustrator, Mo's Instagram is below @degamishiro https://www.instagram.com/degamishiro/

Ahvia Monera has always been good at keeping her anger in check until one day she beat someone to pulp and put him in a comma and burned down his house. Fed up by her impulsive behavior, her parents sent her to bellworth academy, an academy specialized in anger management where fury rules and only the strongest survive. tossed in the male dormitory she's forced to room with Damien crowe, the most feared student in campus. Damien crowe is cold, cruel and utterly ruthless. Everyone one is scared of him some believe he isn't a normal human being. But Damien isn't just dangerous, he's something else entirely. The last son of an ancient dragon bloodline, Damien's anger is just a normal occurrence for him. everyone fears him and that's good to him but Ahvia? she doesn't although she should. Because in a school where anger is uncontrollable And monsters in the shadows, getting too close to Damien, the devil himself might be the most reckless thing she has ever done.

In a fantastical city, monsters have breached the safety of the urban center, threatening its inhabitants. Among the defenders is Norika, a young Blade Hunt Squad member, who encounters a new classmate, Angelisya, with mysterious powers and a regal presence resembling a savior fox from the previous night's battle. As strange occurrences and formidable beings emerge, Norika and her allies must confront these supernatural threats. Simultaneously, the arrival of Angelisya, who may not be what she seems, complicates matters even further.

It was the night of her coming out ball when she met the mysterious stranger. One kiss. One touch. And all hell broke loose. The devil broke her wings and plunged her into the depths of hell. Zagan, the Demon King clawed his way from the gutters and killed the Emperor to create a paradise to free his fellow demons from slavery and abuse. As he carves his legacy into Cronoa's history, he's pitted against the woman with golden eyes who gets under his skin like no other. Akila, the former Princess of Cronoa has lost her family in a massacre led by the Demon King, only to be made into his concubine. Fallen from grace, she stumbles through this new life while learning the truth about her dead father's reign and uncovering the tenderness that lies dormant beneath Zagan's heart. [warning: R-18 content, explicit scenes] Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of names, characters, places and incidents is purely coincidental. STATUS : ONGOING (New release every Saturday, EST) ====== Excerpt : He sketched a regal bow, removing his hat. "Forgive me for my late introduction, Your Highness. Zagan Kadlec, at your service." "Kadlec?" She tested the strange name on her tongue. "I've never heard of you before." "I've recently migrated from Vregia." He took a seat on the fountain bench, patting the empty spot beside him. "Have a seat. I won't bite, I promise." Despite his verbal assurance, Akila couldn't shake the feeling of being preyed upon. Power emanated from his pores, from his posture, his manner of speech and those eyes that seemed to look right into her soul. To refuse him a second time would be impolite. Squaring her shoulders, she accepted his invitation and arranged her skirts carefully so they wouldn't crease. "You're a very beautiful woman," he said bluntly, his fingers tracing the smoothness of her dress. "And this colour becomes you." She swallowed nervously. "Thank you." "Why are you out here alone? It's dangerous for a woman to be walking around unchaperoned even if it's in your own home, princess." "Are you referring to yourself?" she blurted out, her eyes flying to his. Zagan barked out in amusement, the transformation of his eyes from hardness to liquid mercury was amazing, making him appear less intimidating. "Touché, Princess. I apologize once more for scaring you. I merely longed for some company and happened to encounter a beautiful woman in a red dress by the fountain. Like a water sprite, you captivated me. Although, it certainly breaks my heart to know that you're engaged to Ywain. If we had met earlier, I would have courted you myself." A smile flirted along her lips. "You are being dramatic, sir. I am but a woman, nothing more." "Ah." He tipped her chin upwards, his face descending towards hers until their noses brushed. "But you are truly a unique woman. Certainly no one else has ever captured my attention like you have. I am honestly intrigued and had to introduce myself." She stammered from his proximity and force of his gaze. "I-I…I'm flattered that you feel that way but, I'm engaged to the man I love." For a split second, severity returned to his eyes before it vanished. "It doesn't matter to me," he murmured, lashes lowered as he stared at her parted lips. "All I want is a taste. I'm not asking you to marry me." "S-sir?" Her heart began to pace, with alarm or anticipation she couldn't decide. Either way, she couldn't let this man steal a kiss. She began to pull away, but his hand shot out to capture her nape, holding her prisoner. ============= Author's Note: SAVE THIS TO YOUR LIBRARY. Buy me a Coffee : https://ko-fi.com/nessawvera Other Original Novels : 1. The CEO and His Mistress : https://bit.ly/3jQ2phn 2. The Savage and Her Emperor : https://bit.ly/3wmkUfT 3. Predation (Season 1) : https://bit.ly/3AN0wqQ 4. Predation (Season 2) : https://cutt.ly/LGppBTi