Glow

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

For as long as he can remember, Keld has lived a normal life—waking up late, barely passing classes, and arguing with his friends. But everything changes the night he follows a mysterious white cat with glowing purple eyes. Led to an eerie, forgotten shop called Celestia’s Vault, Keld stumbles into a world he was never meant to remember. Sixteen years ago, beneath the glow of a full blue moon, an ancient prophecy was set into motion. A child was born with a crescent mark on his hand, destined to awaken long-lost powers tied to the moon itself. Now, shadows begin to stir, and those who once sought him have returned. As Keld unravels the truth about his origins, he is thrust into a battle between fate and free will. With powerful enemies lurking in the dark and allies who may not be what they seem, he must decide—will he embrace his legacy, or will the past consume him? The moon has called for its child once more. And this time, the world will never be the same.

One night. That’s all it took for Alvin’s world to shatter under the full moon’s glow. In a single, blood-soaked evening, he lost everything—his loved ones, his humanity, and nearly his life, left impaled with a stake through his stomach. But Alvin refused to die. He chose survival—even if it meant no longer being human. Now, as his blood begins to change, his body shifting into one of a vampire, something bad happens again. His ritual to transform was sabotaged by an unknown force, the changes it brought remained hidden deep inside of him. All Alvin wants is to live—and maybe, just maybe, enjoy his favorite garlic bread again. But why did everything about him feel so suspicious, like it all pointed to an impending doom? Where did this sense of danger come from?

When Aiden Nightshade wakes up in a dark, unfamiliar forest, his memories are gone, and monstrous beasts lurk in the shadows, a glowing panel appears before him. [Welcome to the Ultimate Bond System.] A cold, synthetic female voice guides him: Tame the beasts. Bond with them. Grow stronger together. But this system isn’t like any other—Aiden’s bonded beasts transform into powerful humanoid women, retaining their instincts, memories, and unwavering devotion to him. Through combat, training, and deep emotional connection, they evolve alongside him, sharing pain, power, and passion. As Aiden explores this strange world, he learns that his beast taming method is unique—no one else can transform their beasts, nor do they possess a system. Powerful enemies, legendary creatures, and forbidden secrets stand in his way. But with his growing army of beast-women, he will carve his own path, defying the world’s rules. And when he discovers that the strongest form of bonding unlocks unparalleled strength, Aiden realizes—his destiny isn’t just survival. It’s domination. In a world where beasts rule, one man will rise above them all.

Which way is North? How do you reach North without seeing? His world is darkness, but not silence; for the staff in his hand sings. Curved from an ancient tree whose roots drink from hidden warmth beneath the snow, it hums a melody only he can hear, a compass tuned to the heartbeat of the North. He navigates the world searching for his mother's homeland. The land he seeks is no barren waste. Rivers slice through ice like liquid sapphire, their music harmonizing with his staff. Towers of crystal and light pierce the horizon; spires built by forgotten hands, refracting auroras into swords of color. Here, cold is not an end but a crucible. Fruit trees, heavy with pomegranates glowing like embers, thrive where others would perish. Their sweetness is earned. Their roots know secrets. This is Frostsprite, where the land is like a fable.

Lina was once an ordinary girl who lost everything in her first life—her family, her home, and her future. In her despair, she made a pact with a glowing "Angel," who promised her a second chance at life. The Angel never asked for anything in return, only offering her the opportunity to begin anew. But as Lina is reborn again and again into different worlds, she slowly begins to realize the pact was never as simple as it seemed. With each life, Lina uncovers subtle clues—mysterious people, strange events, and cryptic connections that all seem to lead back to the Angel. As she delves deeper into these patterns, she learns that there is more to the curse than she ever imagined. These reincarnations aren’t mere accidents; they are part of a larger, more complex web tied to her very soul. Now, Lina is determined to break free from this endless cycle of rebirths. As she tracks the threads that link her past lives, she discovers that the Angel is far more intertwined with her fate than she could have ever anticipated. The curse is not just a trap—it is a twisted game, and Lina may be its unwilling player.

Born paralyzed from birth, Alex spent his life trapped in a motionless prison, watching the world move without him. But everything changes when a mysterious man injects him with a strange serum. For the first time, he can move—walk, run, fight. In his hands, he now holds a phone, one he never owned, its screen glowing with a single message: “You have been chosen as the Healer to fight the Demon King.” Thrown into a party of so-called heroes, Alex tries to embrace his new purpose. But healers are seen as nothing more than tools, and one of his own teammates abuses him—breaking his spirit, crushing his trust. The world that gifted him freedom has shackled him again. But Aric refuses to remain a pawn. If the world sees him as nothing but a servant to the strong, then he will claim the ultimate power instead. He will take the Demon King’s throne—not for conquest, not for destruction, but for his own freedom. Let the world that rejected him tremble. The forsaken Healer will rise in darkness.

"Horrified at the view of the moon, for it was the moon." Two friends embark on a journey driven by a primal curiosity. Their names are whispered in the village with unease, like a chilling secret. They set out to capture elusive wolves on film, yet what they discover beneath the moon's glow is a mystery that defies reason. As night descends, their survival hinges on unravelling this enigma, but not all will emerge unscathed. In this gripping tale, dive into the eerie unknown where science and folklore collide.

A legendary cultivation journey begins with pristine fur and flawless toe-beans. Jenkins may already be the most majestic feline to ever walk the earth, but he intends to make the absolute most of all nine of his lives. Nothing will stand in his way—neither mischievous pixies, ill-tempered toads, nor the dreaded forces of water and shadow. Certainly not those vile demonic rats. He will bask in the golden glow of sunbeams, absorb the wisdom of the sacred catnip, and unleash a breath so powerful it will strip the flesh from his foes. He will master all things… except, perhaps, the art of flight. For now. This is the saga of Jenkins Greenleaf—his many lives, his inevitable ends, and the extraordinary adventures in between. If your soul craves more philosophical spirit beasts, look no further. And maybe, just maybe, it's time to adopt a cat.

Ibrahim Rahman, a notorious mafia boss in the hearts of Kuala Lumpur. In the underground world, his influence extended into the darkest corners of the city. At the age of 35, he was feared and respected, a man who commanded loyalty and never took 'no' for an answer. On the other hand, Ava Lim, a 23-year-old University student, is a world away from his dark realm. She is a shy and innocent girl. Their paths converged at a wedding. Ibrahim's eyes locked onto Ava from the moment she stepped into the wedding. From that instant, he knew that he wanted her, and he was determined to make her his, no matter the cost. As the days turned into weeks, Ava couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the eerie sensation that someone was tracking her every move. Her world was rapidly changing, and she had no idea why. She was blissfully unaware of the darkness that lurked in the shadows, the world she was about to be thrust into. One fateful night, Ibrahim orchestrated her kidnapping from the quiet neighborhood she called home. Will Ibrahim make Ava fall in love with him or Ava will try to to choose the path of revenge?

Trapped in a city beneath the surface, you awaken to a world of forgotten souls, scavengers, and something far more sinister lurking in the shadows. Rat City is a refuge for those cast aside, ruled by a mysterious figure known as the Rat King-a creature both feared and revered. As you navigate the tunnels, unravel secrets buried in the ruins, and encounter beings both friend and foe, you begin to question who can truly be trusted. But the past is never truly dead, and in the depths of the city, an old betrayal stirs once more. The initials T.R.K. are carved into a machine that shouldn't exist. A man with a glowing arm whispers dangerous truths. And somewhere, in the darkness, something is waiting. Do you trust the Rat King? Or will you carve your own path in the depths below?

[MATURE CONTENT] "Kiss or Kill?" "Karma." ***** Broken by a pack that was supposed to be home, Tamiko swore to never attend any mating ceremonies. He knew they would eventually reject him, so he didn't want to risk the heartbreak even more. However, a lonely best friend in need of a mate and a bunch of convincing later, Tamiko found himself at the entrance of the mating ceremony. As if that wasn't enough, the midnight moon gave him what he didn't want the most. A mate. But not just any mate. Gabe; the alpha's dark son, a man who made it his mission to make Tamiko's life harder, and also the man Tamiko hated more than life itself. As their eyes glowed in the night, Tamiko didn't see a mate, he saw a very rare opportunity; a chance to run, or be the one that Gabe ran from. He chose the latter. Like a gift from the moon, he realized the one thing that could burn down the Grealor pack. He bore the mark of lycan royalty, more precisely, King Zaffuto's mark. The outcast, Tamiko, was the lost lycan prince.

In a quiet village nestled on the edge of an ancient forest, Elara, a healer with a curious heart and a longing for something more, feels the pull of the unknown. When the Blood Moon rises, casting its eerie glow over the land, she ventures into the forest and encounters Kael, a mysterious guardian bound by a centuries-old curse. With silver eyes that shimmer like starlight and a presence as enigmatic as the forest itself, Kael reveals that Elara is the key to breaking his curse. As Elara embarks on a journey of trials—each one testing her courage, trust, and heart—she discovers a world of magic, danger, and secrets long forgotten. The forest whispers of ancient powers, and the bond between Elara and Kael grows stronger with each passing night. But as the trials grow more perilous, Elara must confront her deepest fears and unravel the truth about Kael’s past—and her own destiny. *Whispers of the Blood Moon* is a tale of love, sacrifice, and the enduring power of hope. It is a story of two souls drawn together by fate, bound by a curse, and destined to change the fate of their world.....

THE EMPIRE IS DEAD And the empire is on the brink of collapse. In a world where only the strongest rise to the throne, the five kingdoms must answer the calling to compete in a deadly game. The rules are simple: survive, claim the Soul Sword, and inherit the empire. But this year... everything changes. The five kingdoms of the empire each send their chosen representatives, firstborn heirs marked by the glowing swords that will lead them into battle. Each competitor carries not just a weapon, but the weight of their kingdom’s future: Vera, a reluctant warrior from the Kingdom of Thorns, skilled in shadow manipulation and deception. Raith, a battle-hardened prince from the Kingdom of Storms, a master of elemental swordsmanship and weather control. Kael, a mysterious outsider from the Kingdom of Ashes, with the ability to manipulate time for brief moments. Liora, a fierce tactician from the Kingdom of Dawn, known for her mastery over illusions and psychological warfare. Soren, the youngest, yet most feared, from the Kingdom of Ruin, who commands the power to control minds and bend others to his will. This year, however, the game holds more than just bloodshed and ambition—it carries a darker secret, one that could destroy not just the players, but the entire empire. As alliances form and betrayals unfold, each player must fight not just for the throne, but for their very souls. Let the game begin.

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan wakes up in a mysterious world, bound by a curse that clouds his judgment and forces him into choices he never wanted to make. Struggling with guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the consequences of his actions while uncovering the truth behind the curse and his place in this strange new reality.

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

Hunter’s Cursed Beauty The night I feared most finally came—the night I awakened as a cursed wolf. My name is Zara, daughter of the Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. My sister and I were born on the Blood Moon, a rare and powerful night. Some say children born under its glow are either a blessing or a curse. For years, I thought it was just a superstition—until my eighteenth birthday, when I killed my mother in cold blood. No matter how far I ran, I couldn’t escape what I had become. A monster. A threat. My own father, the Alpha, cast me out without hesitation. He didn’t care if I lived or died—he just never wanted to see my face again. I was sold to the Beast of the Shadow Fang Pack, the ruthless and feared Alpha. At first, I thought life would be easier away from my father’s hatred. I was wrong. My nightmare was only beginning. -

Edward never expected much from life—not that he could remember it. Waking up on a battlefield with no past, a missing hand, and nothing but instinct to guide him, he finds himself trapped in a world on the brink of collapse. The land of Schachtel is drowning in war and ruin, overrun by Abyssal horrors that consume everything in their path. Yet, when he slays his first beast, the runes appear. Glowing in eerie orange and dark black, they etch themselves into reality, changing him. With each battle, Edward gains Aether Scars, Void Imprints—fragments of something far more significant than himself. The more he fights, the stronger he becomes. But with every step forward, he feels the Abyss watching. Who was he before he lost everything? And what will he become once he starts conquering the Abyss?

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

Richard Cross never believed in ghosts—until the night he saw one with his own eyes. Ever since his parents’ brutal murder, strange things have followed him, lurking just out of sight. Now, at 17, he wants nothing more than an ordinary life, skipping school, dodging teachers, and joking with his best friend. But when a chance encounter pulls him into the world of spirits, exorcists, and ancient powers, Richard realizes he can no longer ignore the truth. Bound to a mysterious entity with glowing blue flames, Richard and his small group of friends must uncover the secrets of the unseen world, facing ghosts that defy logic and enemies that blur the line between man and monster. As he hones his abilities, Richard will learn that the dead are restless for a reason—and some secrets refuse to stay buried.

After everything that Zaroth had was stolen from him, he decided to live solely for his desires, morals be damned! Close to his death, he resurrects and tames a mythical dragon, who turns out to be a breathtaking woman. Learning that in order to explore her body, he must grow stronger so he doesn’t die during the act, Zaroth sets a clear goal for himself: to get stronger. “But I’m curious about something.” “Hm? What is it?” Luna asked, raising an eyebrow. “You said you judged me. How did you do that? Why was I worthy?” Luna’s smile darkened, her eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity. "Despite knowing you would die, you didn’t pray to the gods. On the contrary, you declared that you would kill every single one of them like the dogs they are. In my life, you’re the only one who’s ever made such a declaration, which is why I couldn’t leave you behind—someone who dares to share my dream." ---------- If you’re brave enough to join us, the Abyss Watchers can be found here - https://discord.gg/3evkMwNyZC

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

“I, Edwina Streak-Ridge of formerly of Silverstreak Pack…” spoke Edwina. Aaron knew what was coming. “No, no, stop! You cannot.” But Edwina ignored him. “…adopted daughter of Everridge Hounds, reject you, Aaron Silvermaw, the Lycan Prince as my mate,” shouted Edwina, tears streaming down her face. A bright light escaped Edwina’s chest and she fell to her knees clenching her chest to ease the pain. Aaron stood before her completely frozen, perplexed. He couldn’t believe what Edwina just said. She was his true love. How could she reject him and why? “Why? Why? Tell me what my fault is?” begged Aaron. Edwina wiped her tears, stood up and simply walked away from him. ***** Edwina was adopted by Alpha and Luna of Everridge Hounds after her parent were killed in a rogue attack. She is not an ordinary wolf, she is the wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She gave her ‘glow’ to Edwina. Everything was fine in her life, she was the most loved, and everyone thought she would be the best Luna but she rejected Aaron and went away from her wolf life. She returned the day her Aaron was about to be engaged to another she-wolf. It broke her heart. But why did she feel bad? She already rejected Aaron. He was free to choose a chosen mate. He was free to live his life his own way.

Alright, listen up. My name’s Zane, and I may have made a tiny mistake. One second, I was minding my own business (kinda), and the next, I accepted a trial and crash-landed into a world where demons are real, warlocks have eyes that glow like hellfire, and an army of tattooed, superhuman monster slayers called Shadowhunters have decided I’m their problem now. oh did i mention vampires exist too? No? werewolves? yup they are all in this shit Apparently, this world is has a minor Demon problem—think apocalypse with legs—and lucky me, I’ve somehow made myself part of the solution. How? By undergoing a batshit crazy ritual where they pump my body full of angel and demon blood and hope I don’t explode. The downside? I could die a horrible, painful death. The upside? If I survive, I get to be a badass Shadowhunter, gain ungodly strength, and finally stop feeling like an ant in the grand scheme of things. Oh, and did I mention the company? A brooding, ripped Shadowhunter who wants me dead, a lethal beauty who might tolerate me (if I’m lucky), and a certain warlock woman who saved my life but is probably the most dangerous of them all. So yeah, I’m either about to become this world’s next great warrior and pass this trial and go back to the mess which is my own home world… or its most spectacular failure. Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

When the stars fall to dust,the ancient covenant awakens. Humans once thought they were orphans in the universe,until the coffins of the divine race cracked open deep within the earth's crust,and the runes floating on the star-beast skeletons illuminated the forgotten epics—those beings who wrote their oaths in blood at the dawn of creation have never left. The pursuers in the dark night,cloaked in black,have palms flowing with curses that devour light;silver beastly shadows dart through rifts in space-time,etching vanished civilizations deep into human genes.Those we once worshipped as gods were but exiled tyrants;those we feared as monsters are the last oath-keepers. A hunt spanning 400,000 years has already restarted,and the star map glowing in the boy's palm is pushing Earth back onto the chessboard of destiny. This time,the chosen ones are no longer the gods.

In the neon glow of blue and purple, beneath a dense steel sky, at the forefront of the data stream, lies the world shaped by the technological revolution — a boundary between reality and an illusion. Steel and flesh. The past and the future. Here, the Outer World and the Inner World coexist. The wall of time stands right before us, almost within reach. Darkness slowly descends. But you must understand, my friend: one does not meet darkness with kindness. We face it with fire. ********* All credit goes to the original author, The Speaking Pork Trotter (会说话的肘子), for his incredible work.

What if the emperor's relentless search for his ethereal Queen led him down a dangerous path filled with deception and betrayal? As he delved deeper into the hidden realms of magic and power, whispers of a dark prophecy began to emerge, casting doubt on the true nature of his destined Queen. Will the emperor be able to unravel the mystery surrounding the glowing necklace and find his true love, or will the shadows of doubt and uncertainty cloud his judgment? In the mystical world of Azurehaven, the most powerful kingdom in the land, ruled by a magical and powerful emperor who possessed extraordinary powers. However, despite his strength, he lacked a Queen by his side. Legend had it that she would be Ethereal, a vision of beauty and power unmatched by any other.The emperor searched far and wide for his destined Queen, but none could match the description given in the ancient prophecies. It was said that she would be recognized by a unique necklace that glowed with a radiant light, a symbol of her true identity.Meanwhile, in the neighboring kingdoms of Emerald Empire, Crystalia, Magmarium, and Thunderfell, whispers of the missing Queen spread like wildfire. Each ruler sought to claim her for themselves, believing the prophecy that she would bring them ultimate dominion over the land. So he became tired of searching,then every year after year, all maidens regardless of their status had to journey to Azurehaven to see the Emperor Phoenix, in high hopes of being choosen as the Queen. As tensions rose between the kingdoms, the emperor of Azurehaven continued his search, determined to find his Queen and fulfill the prophecy. Little did he know that she was closer than he ever imagined, waiting to be discovered and united with her destined partner in a tale of love, power, and destiny........In the mystical world of Azurehaven, the most powerful kingdom in the land, ruled by a magical and powerful emperor who possessed extraordinary powers. However, despite his strength, he lacked a Queen by his side. Legend had it that she would be Ethereal, a vision of beauty and power unmatched by any other.The emperor searched far and wide for his destined Queen, but none could match the description given in the ancient prophecies. It was said that she would be recognized by a unique necklace that glowed with a radiant light, a symbol of her true identity.Meanwhile, in the neighboring kingdoms of Emerald Empire, Crystalia, Magmarium, and Thunderfell, whispers of the missing Queen spread like wildfire. Each ruler sought to claim her for themselves, believing that her power would bring them ultimate dominion over the land.As tensions rose between the kingdoms, the Emperor Phoenix continued his search, determined to find his Queen and fulfill the prophecy. Little did he know that she was closer than he ever imagined, waiting to be discovered and united with her destined partner in a tale of love, power, and destiny..........So as to protect her family and kingdom from the coming war that happened in her past live with all the kingdoms of the Earth, like it did in her past live.After she died in the hands of her own best friend who had married her fiancee and poisoned and tortured her and her family to death. She agreed with the Gods of heaven to come back and and take revenge on the people who killed her family and also marry her destined husband the Emperor.......... ******** EXCERPT R18******* I think I'm not ready for that your maaaajesty... ahh stop... seraphina shouted attempting to remove the grip on her waist.hmmmm I'll wait but just know that one day ,I will do chisel you with my rod so hard hehehe ..."No no no not here your highness"whispered seraphina into his ears."why are you objecting uhhhm"Phoenix whispered seductively into her eyes as he inhaled her intoxicating scent ."you owe me so you can't refuse my touch

"In the spaces between ones and zeros, worlds are born and die at the whim of their creators. Each keystroke births new lands, each click shapes civilizations, and every careful adjustment weaves the fabric of reality itself. Time flows differently in these digital realms—centuries can pass in moments, while a single day might stretch across millennia. Within these spaces, creators are gods, architects of existence who breathe life into empty bytes, crafting histories that span eons and cultures that echo through carefully constructed time. " Before a glowing screen in a quiet room, Estelle sat in front of a monitor displaying the map of the World of Astris. Her eyes were hollow with exhaustion, finger hovering over the deletion prompt—just a single click could wipe away twelve years of creation in an instant. What began as an escape had become a prison, each of its 67,934 item files a weight upon her shoulders, every revision another chain binding her to this digital realm. Yet as she prepared to end it all, an unexpected option presented itself, one that would blur the line between creator and creation in ways she never imagined.

In the mist laden depths of the Whispering Veil, a forgotten prophecy stirs. Long ago, the mad sorceress Selena Nightbane nearly unleashed Nyx'thar, the Abyssal Maw, an ancient horror that would have devoured the world. Only through the sacrifice of six legendary warriors was she sealed within the Obsidian Spire, and Nyx'thar cast into the void. But no prison lasts forever. Now, the signs of awakening are everywhere blood moons stain in the sky, the lost whisper from the shadow, and the cursed forest calls for its champions. At the hearth of this storm stands Ethan Vale, a young man marked by fate. Upon his palm glows a prismatic hexagram, a sigil of untold power that burns with vision of the apocalypse. To prevent the return of Nyx'thar, Ethan must gather the six chosen warriors, each bearing a fragment of the shattered hexagram's light. They must brave deadly trails, unravel Selena Nightbane's twisted past, and face the abyss that seeks to reclaim the world. But the final battle looms, one truth remains uncertain are they destined to save the world, or are they merely the key to unsealing is doom? The whispers are calling. The darkness is awakening. And time is running out.