Aire

Zoe Bell era la hija adoptiva de la familia Bell. La noche que la echaron, su prometido ya estaba abrazando a su nuevo amor, siendo noticia en el mundo del entretenimiento. Después, Zoe se encontró envuelta en un escándalo tras otro, todo porque fue vista con el hombre más poderoso de la Ciudad Capital. Todos se burlaban, convencidos de que no era más que un pasatiempo pasajero para el Sr. Hale. Pero lo que no sabían era que desde el primer momento en que la vio, el Sr. Hale solo tuvo un pensamiento: ¡Iba a conquistar el amor con audacia! - Todos estaban esperando encontrar algo de lo que burlarse de Zoe, así que preguntaron intencionalmente a William Hale qué relación mantenía con Zoe Bell. El Sr. Hale simplemente se rió y dijo: "Tal vez no lo he intentado lo suficiente, porque después de estar casados tanto tiempo, la Sra. Hale todavía se niega a anunciarlo públicamente o darme mi título legítimo." Era una noche con aire espeso y húmedo, Zoe quedó sin aliento mientras William la besaba con los brazos firmemente envueltos alrededor de su cintura. Su voz era baja y ardiente, "Sra. Hale, ¿estoy intentándolo lo suficiente?" Zoe apretó los dientes - ¡Estaba intentándolo demasiado! 【Mira cómo el CEO distante se enamora】 【Amor después del matrimonio】

Just give a try. Growing up surrounded by poison and silence, Ithariel never wanted much from life. A small house. A motionless mother. A world ruled by serpents that turned the air itself into death. Survival was a miracle. Hope was a lie. Gifted—or cursed—with a strange immunity and a voice that speaks from deep within, he is forced into a path of training, pain, and unnatural power. In a world where monsters rule and humanity breaks to survive, Ithariel begins to change. Not into a hero. Into something else. Because to kill the serpents… he’ll have to become worse than them.

Long-distance relationships never work for her since she is the clingy sort, spoilt, and enjoys her lover's undivided attention. Additionally, she tends to be flirtatious, although her intentions have never been honest. She has a way of intriguing people and then leaving them once they develop stronger feelings for her. Since she travels a lot for her job as an air hostess, most of her past relationships find it difficult to be apart from her. That all changed when she encountered someone who was just as formidable. The most ignorant woman on earth, yet the most passionate lover. She's determined to make things work this time. Regardless of the distance, that woman belongs to her.

"Doctor, the game I designed seems to have become reality!" "Isn't that great? People are under such great pressure at work, but you've managed to escape from it all, immersed in the game world, living the life of your dreams." "But I'm a horror game designer, I've conceived one hundred and twenty-six murder cases, created dozens of murderers with different personalities, and in search of material, I've watched ninety-five thriller movies, read over four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban mysterious legends. Now, it seems like they've all become real!" "So... do you think I look familiar?"

In 3015, a planet disappeared. Drotastea—once a shining colony—went silent overnight. No messages. No survivors. Just rumors of a cover-up. Now, fifteen years later, a group of students from a distant space station gets sucked through a Rift and crash on a world that shouldn’t exist on paper at least. Drotastea is still here. But it’s not empty. The air tastes wrong. The trees glow. And whatever lives in the forest leaves claw marks behind. No one’s coming to save them. Sci-fi horror meets survival drama in this gripping novel.

Kirata llevaba una existencia apacible, como quien camina sin prisa por un sendero conocido, en un mundo que parecía tan común como el aire que respira. Sin embargo, un día, sin previo aviso, algo dentro de él, dormido y latente, despertó con violencia, alterando su realidad para siempre. De un momento a otro, su vida dejó de ser un refugio de calma y se convirtió en una lucha constante por sobrevivir, donde cada paso lo empujaba hacia un destino incierto, al borde de lo desconocido. Aquella realidad que antaño parecía segura y familiar comenzó a desmoronarse como un paisaje visto a través de un espejo roto, revelando un mundo hostil, lleno de sombras y peligros invisibles. Kirata, enfrentado a decisiones que desafiaban la esencia misma de su ser, debía decidir si aferrarse a sus principios o sacrificarlos en pos de salvar a los que amaba, aunque ello significara perder una parte de sí mismo en el proceso. En medio de ese caos desbordante, el amor, como un rayo inesperado, surgió entre las grietas de su alma, complicando mas su batalla interna. Kirata comprendió que sobrevivir era solo el preludio de una guerra mucho más grande y devastadora, una que amenazaba con consumirlo todo.

The sky shimmered with twin suns, casting warm hues over rolling hills and ancient forests. The air itself buzzed with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath his feet hummed faintly, as if alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled. He blinked against the unfamiliar light, confusion etched across his face. But confusion quickly gave way to awe. A bird soared overhead, trailing glimmers of blue light in its wake. Nearby, a child pointed a finger at a fallen branch, whispering a single word—and the wood floated into the air, spinning gently before settling neatly into a bundle. Magic. It was real. Tangible. Everywhere. In that moment, a hunger was born in him. Not a hunger for food, nor for wealth or fame, but something far deeper—a yearning. A need. An obsession. The magic of this world, this radiant, endless force that danced in the air and bled through every leaf and stone, had sparked something inside him. And each passing day only fanned that flame higher. His only goal became understanding Magic and growing in Magic. It consumed his thoughts. He chased rumors of ancient scrolls, watched from shadows as mages cast their spells, and spent sleepless nights sketching symbols he didn’t yet understand. He would kneel before old statues and listen to forgotten songs, desperate to catch even a whisper of arcane truth. Because he knew—knowledge was the key. The key to understanding this world. The key to understanding Magic. And knowledge… was the key to understanding the Universe.

He lived for the thrill, not the win. One reckless dunk, one blackout mid-air, and suddenly—he’s dead. Or close enough. Now trapped in a body that isn’t his, in a world that feels almost right but isn’t, he’s got a glitchy system in his head and a second shot at greatness. But this time, every play comes with a cost—and the scoreboard isn’t just tracking points

Afligido por la misma rutina diaria, Ziro trata de cambiar un poco los aires de su vida tratando de darse ánimos así mismo después de haber pasado por una perdida que lo dejo afectado y lleno de culpa, durante los últimos días de escuela un suceso no solo cambiará su vida, también le dará algo que siempre anhelo por unos segundos. ¿Es lo que realmente quería?

"Peace and quiet is best, that is my motto" Sel, no, Ren ingrained these words into his very being as he embarked on his new life... [AUTHOR' WARNING!!! I might go a bit into detail on some stuff so this is very 18+ if you got any complaints please air them out in the comment section]

Born in the shadows of the Undercity, nameless and unwanted, Nythe knew only survival. He lived without dreams, without purpose—until fate dragged him into a forsaken land, where death lingers in the soil and decay poisons the air. Now, amidst the ruins of a world long abandoned by gods, Nythe must uncover the truth of what he is… and what he is meant to become.

Di dunia bernama Nusantara arashi di mana kekuatan sihir diatur oleh tujuh tingkat dan lima elemen, Gengsichi adalah pengguna air paling lemah yang dianggap hina. Tapi di balik kelemahannya, dia punya tekad untuk memutus aliran nasib dan membuktikan bahwa air bisa menjadi kekuatan yang menghancurkan

A lonely child faces the ever changing world, headed towards its own destruction. A young boy, with nothing to his name. pushed down by society, and his own past mistakes, and yet he still thrives to be something. Even if it means going through hell. Not to say that he wasn’t already living in it. The world had changed - despair, grief, and the cries of people reached every corner of it. Some stood tall against the madness, but most scummed to it, unable to do anything but wait for their own demise. The perpatrator to all this? Makutu - An entity hiding many mysterious. It creeped onto the world like a predator hunting for its next victim. Giving powers to those who were successful enough to overcomes its trial, and those who couldn’t? It meant death. Many had gone through it, and the boy was no exception. Before he knew it, the trial was upon him. what awaited him? power’s beyond belief or a death full of regret?

Keysha pikir, dengan menikahi Raka, dia bisa merasakan kebahagiaan. Tapi yang datang justru tamparan batin dan tubuh. Ia tak hanya menjadi istri kedua, tapi juga menjadi pelampiasan emosi dan kesepian Raka. Di malam-malam tertentu, Raka memeluknya dengan lembut, lalu tiba-tiba berubah kasar. “Kamu milikku. Jangan pernah berpikir untuk pergi.” Sementara istri pertama Raka, Amanda, tak tinggal diam. Ia mengatur dan mengontrol semua, bahkan mengancam Keysha secara langsung. Di tengah luka dan rasa hancur, muncul Dimas, pria masa lalu yang pernah mencintainya… “Kalau hidupmu penuh luka bersamanya, biar aku jadi tempat pulangmu.”

"The Wind Blades" takes readers on a captivating journey through a world where elemental powers are the norm. At its heart, the story follows Tatsuya, a scarred and enigmatic air elemental, as he embarks on a quest for vengeance against Lord Kuro, the unjust executioner of his father. Tatsuya's plan to seek justice hinges on the aid of the legendary and eponymous Wind Blades, a group of elite warriors led by the formidable earth elemental, Jao.

En un mundo donde los humanos fueron una vez considerados dioses, cinco adolescentes descubren que son los elegidos para encarnar los poderosos Elementos Naturales: Rayo, Fuego, Tierra, Aire y Agua. Ocultos a plena vista, se encuentran atrapados en un ciclo eterno de reencarnación, con un poder descomunal y un destino incierto. Estos jóvenes, de apenas 16 años, se ven arrastrados al conflicto milenario entre La Orden de la Luz y La Orden de las Sombras.

They descended from the sky, rose from the sea, and appeared out of thin air. They ran rampant upon the lands following their instinct to destroy; however, as those creatures ran rampant across Earth, the tower suddenly appeared. A structure that was somehow able to protect humans from them, that was able to repel those that dared to approach it. A structure that is said to have been gifted from the gods to humanity

El reloj marcó la medianoche cuando Ruelle escuchó el eco de pasos. Se tensó, con los finos vellos de su nuca erizándose en el fresco aire nocturno. "No deberías estar aquí", susurró Ruelle, su voz un murmullo sin aliento. La silueta finalmente se detuvo bajo la luz de la luna, sus ojos rojo oscuro observándola y su cabello negro como la tinta ondeando. "¿No debería?" Su voz era una caricia oscura, y ella permaneció allí cautivada por el peligro que él exudaba como perfume. "No te he visto en los últimos dos días", dijo en tono bajo. Su mano se extendió, sus dedos rozando la seda de su camisón, trazando el tembloroso contorno de su clavícula. "Dime, ¿me estabas evitando, o quizás... entreteniendo otras ofertas?" El corazón de Ruelle se aceleró, su respiración superficial. Declaró, "No le pertenezco a nadie". "Una afirmación audaz", murmuró él, su aliento un tentador escalofrío contra su piel mientras se inclinaba. "Sin embargo aquí estás, con el pulso acelerado, tu cuerpo tenso como si anticipara mi toque". Sus dedos sujetaron su barbilla, inclinando su rostro hacia el suyo. La luz de la luna captó sus ojos, revelando un destello de intención depredadora. "¿O debo recordarte qué toque es el que verdaderamente anhelas?"

jungles and forgotten ruins, the air carried whispers of secrets too dark to unearth. The locals spoke of the Crimson Moon—a rare lunar event said to awaken ancient forces. Most dismissed it as folklore, but for Luis, Miguel, Santos, and Nica, the truth would unravel in blood and betrayal.

A man, burdened by dreams too grand for his own good, wakes in a strange body after falling asleep on a bus. He doesn’t recognize where he is. The world around him is desolate, lifeless; the sky too pale, the ground brittle beneath his feet, and not even the wind stirs the air. Will he perish like a feeble worm, overwhelmed by the perils of a mysterious world? Or will he ascend into madness through false hopes and live?

Maplewood Hostel had always been a place of friendship, laughter, and late-night talks. For six best friends, it was their home away from home. But as the new school year begins, an unsettling feeling lingers in the air. Strange occurrences, forgotten whispers, and unanswered questions begin to surface. Some names are remembered, some are lost to time—but one name was never meant to be left behind.

-Asi que tu eres la hermosa Arachne- se gira hacia mi dirección-. Te estaba esperando... Sus ojos me recorren de pies a cabeza lo único que puede ver de mi son mis ojos. Es la primera vez que lo veo, y tiene ese aire de importante e imponente, una corriente me recorre por completo al mirarlo directamente a los ojos que desde aqui puedo distiguir el azul que lo adorna, luce implacable con lo que parece ser un traje hecho a la medida. Pero no vengo hablar. Apunto a su dirección. -Vine a cobrar una deuda, no a tomar el té.- disparo.

In a world where words themselves sculpt reality, every human is born bound to an invisible brush engraved in their soul. By tracing runes in the air, these Scriptors shape fire, ice, light... and sometimes even death. But at the heart of this magic lies an absolute law: "No one can join two words into one." Yet some continue to dream... that a single word could one day rewrite everything.

Amanya, the fearless commander of the Serpent army, was no stranger to the sounds of war. But on that fateful night, a haunting cry pierced the air, echoing from the shadowy lands of Darya. Curiosity gripped her heart like a vice as she moved cautiously into the ominous depths, where whispers of ancient tales and dark secrets lingered among the twisted trees.

As soon as he opened the door, a fast and light whisper of air passed through him. Through the window, small, light pink petals were now entering the room. One of them landed softly on the bed, and Lucian, following with his eyes, noticed the man who was now sitting, watching outside. He was awake. Nathan, noticing a presence, turned around, looking at the other man directly in his eyes.

Chapter 1: The Awakening on the Imperial Throne A bone-deep chill permeated every fiber of my being. This wasn't the cold of an office air conditioner; it was the chilling touch of solid metal and ancient stone. I... Vireak... slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was not the familiar ceiling of my bedroom or the cluttered desk piled high with documents. It was the vaulted ceiling of a vast, imposing hall, supported by colossal black stone pillars carved into the forms of terrifying, monstrous creatures. A faint, azure light emanated from crystal chandeliers hanging above, casting eerie and foreboding shadows. "Where... is this place?" I tried to speak, but the voice that emerged was not my own. It was a deep, resonant baritone, filled with an authority that made the very air in the hall vibrate. I felt myself in a seated position. I slowly lowered my head, and what I saw almost made my heart stop.

It all began with a melody. A simple sequence of notes played by chance on the old school piano. For many, it was just another sound lost in the air. But for Lívia, it was the beginning of everything: love, pain, self-discovery, and the loss that would forever change her view of life.

The demon’s roar was a monstrous sound, shaking the rain-soaked streets like an earthquake. Its form twisted and writhing, a grotesque fusion of jagged horns, sinewy muscles, and eyes that burned with ancient hatred. It moved with terrifying speed despite its size, each step cracking the ground beneath like thunderclaps. Kaito felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as the air around him thickened, charged with his wind magic. His grip tightened on his sword, the blade shimmering as swirling gusts danced along its edge. The air whispered to him, bending to his will. “Stay close!” he barked to the others, eyes locking on the demon’s glowing core. That’s the weak spot, he thought. If we hit it, maybe we can end this quickly. Ren laughed—a manic, fierce sound that echoed over the storm. “End it quickly? Where’s the fun in that? Let me add a little fireworks to the party.” His pistols flared, flames licking out like twin dragons unleashed. Haru’s pale eyes flickered as he calculated the demon’s patterns. “Its movements are irregular—unstable. But it’s anticipating our attacks.” He stepped forward, hands weaving through the air, as if pulling invisible strings. “We’ll need to synchronize our strikes.” Daiki’s deep voice rumbled like the earth itself. “Then let’s bring the mountain down on it.” He slammed his fists to the ground, and the earth trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the cobblestones, rocks levitating with slow, deliberate power around his knuckles.