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I came to the House of Fame for the things I lost — my name, my image, whatever dignity the public decided I didn’t deserve anymore. They’ll watch everything. Cut it, edit it, turn me into whatever sells better. A fallen hero if I suffer quietly. A villain if I don’t. Fourteen contestants. One winner. Or maybe just one person who walks out. They call this entertainment. Tasks, teams, food as rewards. But something about this place feels wrong. People don’t just get eliminated — they disappear from the conversation like they were never here to begin with. I’m starting to think joining this show was a mistake. But I’m already inside, so I’ll play along. Smile when the cameras want it. Say the right things. Watch everyone back. Because whatever this game really is, losing doesn’t feel like going home.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"

The last emperor of the Ancient Empire, Harloumen VIII, fought for fifty years to save his country from collapse, but in his last battle he was killed in a duel by King Frank II of Fresfurt. After his death, his country was destroyed, his children and grandchildren were massacred, but their blood was not left unvenged. Karlmen, the son of Harloumen VIII's daughter Harlenna, took revenge on his family and founded the Kislaveyn Dynasty. A thousand years later, in the year 1795 of the Ancient Imperial Calendar, Harloumen was reborn as Ricardo Kislaveyn, the son of Lord IV Orsman, the 65th lord of the Kislaveyn Dynasty, but this life would be just as dangerous as the previous one, if not more so, because in the lord's harem, each wife and concubine would kill the sons of the others so that their own sons would become the next lord, most boys would die before they even reached the age of 10 due to intrigues in the Harem. Will Ricardo be able to survive in this dangerous environment?

Kidnapped at the age of 3 ..Twig was made to live in the realm of Fae. Raised as a unique magick guard to the Fae Royals, things however change when she comes of age. Will Twig find out who or what she really is?

Lotm, power system I got isekai’d into Shadow Slave looking like a Wish.com Jesus with a couple of questionable divine perks. Now I’m stuck trying not to be vaporized between two warmongering Demigods, a socially malfunctioning flamethrower with unresolved parental trauma, and her ride-or-die mongrel simp who changes his personality more often than his clothes. Still, it’s fine. Totally fine. At least I’m not alone here. Right? …Right? It's original author Long Lost Pigeon, and it's already dropped “All credit to the original author” “Not mine” Support me on p@tr4eon for more chapters. Pls https://[email protected]/Innercircle03

What would happen if a girl with an enormous ego, used to living at the top, were stripped of her status and forced to become a simple maid? Veronika Kesington is an oligarch, arrogant to the point of feeling untouchable. But fate, cruel or ironically just, sends her against her will to the mansion of a politician nicknamed “the Master,” where she is outright demoted to the role of a simple maid. Pushed to the limit of her pride, Veronika will learn things she never imagined about the world that upheld her privilege. anyway if you wanna see some draws from this novel chek in X: artico_6

In the Cangyuan Continent, your Core is everything. It determines your rank, your worth, your name. Xiao Yan was born without one. Crown Prince. Zero-Talent. Punchline. He told himself the throne would protect him. He told himself his brother's smile was real. He was wrong on both counts — and he was still on fire when he figured it out. Left to die in the ashes of his own palace, with nothing left to lose and no reason to survive, something cracked open inside him that shouldn't exist. In the Cangyuan Continent, your Core is everything. Your rank, your worth, your name — all of it starts there. Xiao Yan was born without one. Crown Prince. Zero-Talent. Punchline. He kept telling himself the throne was enough. That his brother's smile meant something. That blood was blood. He was still burning when he found out it wasn't. Left in the ashes of his own palace — no title, no family, no reason the next breath was worth taking — something in him broke open that had no business existing. [System Initializing... Host Vitality: 1%. Balance Breaker Protocol: Active.] The world took everything and left him anyway. That was its first mistake. Now he has a power that treats the laws of cultivation like suggestions — and a memory that doesn't forget faces.

Arham Qadeer was nobody special—a failing PhD student of South Asian literature, drowning in thesis notes and regret, when a truck ended his unremarkable life. He expected oblivion. He received Alfaz. The universe is a palimpsest, and Alfaz is its oldest layer—a realm where poetry predates matter, where the void between stars hums with unspoken ghazals, and where power belongs to those who can summon the dead masters of verse to fight beside them. Here, Arham discovers the Rekhta System: a cosmic interface that transforms literary legacy into lethal ability, binding the souls of history's greatest poets to his own. But Alfaz is dying. The Silence spreads—a metaphysical plague erasing poetry from existence, unmaking reality one forgotten verse at a time. The tyrant Sultan-e-Zulmat (King of Shadows) rules the hollow throne, his power drawn from enforced ignorance and burned books. Resistance survives in whispers: the Majlis-e-Sukhan (Assembly of Speech), scattered summoners who remember when words meant freedom. Arham's System is different. While others bind single poets, his Codex hungers for multiplicity—Mirza Ghalib's existential precision alongside Kabir's ecstatic unity; Faiz Ahmed Faiz's revolutionary fire tempered by Rabindranath Tagore's universal compassion. Each summon costs memory. Each verse reshapes his soul. And with every poet he binds, Arham hears the Ash'ar—the primordial Poet who wrote reality into being, whose final, lost couplet could either save Alfaz or unmake everything. To find that couplet, Arham must cross a fractured world: the Ghazal Wastes where time loops in rhyming couplets; the Bazaar of Babel where languages are traded like currency; the Veil of Mira where devotion becomes corporeal weapon. He will gather unlikely allies—a warrior-nun who speaks only in Bulleh Shah's verses, a disgraced prince whose System summons only cursed shayari, a creature of pure metaphor escaped from a failed poem. And he will learn why he was chosen. Why a mediocre student from a world that forgot its poets matters to the survival of a universe built on their words. Because Arham Qadeer is not the first Ash'ar. He is the last rewrite. The Hollow Throne awaits. The final sher approaches. And the silence is learning to speak.

THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION. When Ethan opened his eyes, he found himself seated in a high-end aircraft with a couple of men wearing the same attire as him. With the new memories in his mind, he realized that he had transmigrated into the body of a twenty-five-year-old S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with Level 7 clearance. The timing could not have been worse. It was the exact moment when HYDRA’s existence was about to be exposed, right at the peak of the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Surrounded by fellow agents, any of whom could secretly belong to HYDRA, and trapped thousands of meters in the air, Ethan’s chances of survival were dangerously low. Just as he wondered whether he would be killed again right after his transmigration, a series of information flooded his mind. He had been granted five Privileges upon transmigrating into this world. The First Privilege allowed him to resurrect thirty seconds after death, restoring his body to perfect condition. The Second Privilege introduced Resurrection Points, or RP. By killing opponents who were as strong as or stronger than himself, Ethan could earn RP, which could then be spent to resurrect. Killing anyone weaker granted nothing. If he died without any RP remaining, his death would be permanent. The Third Privilege granted him a Special Ability called Mass Manipulation. He barely had time to read through the last two privileges when he sensed something was wrong, as a strange tension filled the room. ☩ ────────── ☩ Marvel and all its characters belong to their respective creators. I only own my MC. ☩ ────────── ☩ For 5+ advance chapters visit my patreon. patreon.com/BlazingInk

This is story about JAYFER it deals with healing and loving each other

He traveled through Douluo and became Tang San's brother Tang Chuan. He only awakened the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and his innate soul power was only level one. Tang San was blind and didn't know that his Blue Silver Grass was the top-level plant-type martial spirit, the Blue Silver Emperor, and that its greatest advantage was its vitality. Under the instigation of Yu Xiaogang. Tang San developed the Blue Silver Grass into a useless martial spirit that could only entangle and control! However, Tang Chuan chose a completely different path of cultivation. His Blue Silver Grass is not of the control type, but of the life type! He also created his own training system unique to Blue Silver Grass - the Wood Release Technique! A few years later, the two met again. Tang San was surprised to find that his brother was not a waste as Yu Xiaogang said, but a genius soul master with ultimate attack and endless recovery! It can even bring the dead back to life!

The most powerful and advanced race in the Chaos universe has sent its state-of-the-art research ship into space to search for inhabited planets and, if necessary, colonize them. Years later, on their way back home, their sensors caught a strange energy fluctuation coming from the black hole they passed near. Therefore, they changed direction and got as close to the black hole as possible. At that moment, the lightning energy suddenly released from the black hole hit the research ship. The ship, whose all systems suddenly shut down, lost its balance and was pulled into the black hole. After a while, the ship started working again, but it was too late. They could not escape from the black hole due to their insufficient energy, but sensors discovered that there was a wormhole inside the black hole. The ship heading to that point passed through the wormhole at the last moment and reached a very small universe. When they began to examine the new universe closely, they were immediately spotted by the local races and a war broke out between them. They lost the war because their advanced weapons were useless in this universe. And the new owner of the ship became the clan of the Immortal Ahzab. About 20 years later, all the clans who wanted to take over the ship united and declared war on Ahzab's clan. Ahzab's clan managed to escape from this green world by ship, but suffered many casualties. When they left the black hole with the ship and reached the universe of chaos, there was no trace of those following them. However, the condition of the ship was not very good. They set out for the nearest habitable planet. The ship quickly entered the atmosphere after many problems and sank after hitting the ground . Time passed quickly and years later, a new student joined the clan of the immortal Ahzab.

Being a 21 years old male in this world sucks. Why am I stuck suffering through a boring desk job? Why can’t men eat peaches? Why are women the only ones with powers? Everything in my life changed when a mysterious bracelet appeared out of nowhere, rewriting the trajectory of my future. It’s time for me to let loose, hunt Shuuki along the way, and say goodbye to my boring life. Who am I? Don’t worry, I’m just a passing through Kamen Rider.

✿ mass release on 1st, 15th, and 30th of every month ✿ Alicia Fonell thought marriage would save her—but life with Travis Blackwood is nothing but bruises, betrayal, and silence. Trapped in a family built on greed and lies, she has only one goal: escape. Then Malachi Blackwood returns. Her husband’s older brother. Dark, dangerous, and untouchable. He swore he’d never come back to Silver Lake, but secrets and revenge drag him home. The closer Alicia gets to him, the harder it becomes to resist. Forbidden touches. Stolen glances. A temptation she knows could destroy them both. Trigger / Content Warning This story contains a morally grey male lead whose choices, actions, and desires are not always healthy or “right.” Malachi is obsessive, controlling, and dangerously possessive. If you’re looking for a gentle love story, this may not be for you. But if you crave intensity, forbidden passion, and a hero who walks the line between love and ruin—welcome.

I had just finished one of the best games I have ever played, only to look up and find I was no longer in my room, but kneeling in the bloody sand of a colossal, sun-baked fighting arena. How did this happen? How did things go from playing a video game to being transported into the body of a background character within the game, who was exonerated and abandoned due to not having as much magical potential as the rest of the family? …A character who was doomed to die a very horrible death right at the beginning of the game?

He transmigrated into the Naruto world and became Naruto Uzumaki—yes, that Naruto—and even unlocked a ridiculous favorability system. Get people to like him, and he can straight-up copy their abilities. According to the script, all he has to do is obediently walk the “Child of Prophecy” route, farm goodwill like a game NPC, collect rewards, and smoothly become the Seventh Hokage… easy mode, right? Wrong. Naruto takes one look at the script and says, “Nah.” No grinding approval, no licking boots—he’ll do things his own way. After all, being Naruto means being stubborn, loud, and absolutely unmanageable! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can visit my Patreon page: Patreon.com/PhoeniXcel I upload 2 chapters daily on Patreon! There are 20+ advanced chapters available for you to read. Your support would be greatly appreciated.

In the heart of Delhi, two of India’s most powerful families—the Sharmas and the Yadavs—stand as pillars of influence, intelligence, and legacy. At their helm is General Raghav Sharma, head of all three armed forces, and his formidable wife, Upasana, a world-renowned journalist. Their children, each gifted in strength, intellect, or diplomacy, live under the shadow of greatness, yet one boy’s destiny will eclipse them all. Mukul Sharma, the youngest, appears to be an ordinary five-year-old—but the stars have marked him for greatness. A prophecy by the legendary astrologer Acharya Raghunandan Sharma foretells seven marriages, unimaginable trials, and a journey that will shape the world. When a brutal attack during a medical conference in China separates Mukul from his family, the stage is set for a saga of power, love, and destiny that spans continents. From the corridors of political power to the hidden world of global mercenaries led by his own brother Anand, Mukul’s journey will uncover secrets, forge alliances, and test the bonds of family. As he grows, every choice, every challenge, and every battle brings him closer to becoming the central figure in a story written in the stars. “The Sharma Legacy” is a tale of courage, strategy, and destiny—a story where a boy destined for greatness must rise, unite, and confront the forces that threaten not just his family, but the world itself.

A reincarnated sand-mage bonds with a memory-wiped System and sails into a permanent storm to find the impact that broke the world and woke the demons. ------------ In Rimsea, demons don’t come from hell. They crawl out of dungeons, eruptions where mana veins punch up from the core and split the land like glowing fault lines. Aydin survives his first fall on pure spite, and a sand-mage gift. He can feel sand like a current, compress it into spears, shields, and traps mid-motion, and turn grit into weapons. Suddenly he finds a sentient artifact, and the System finds him back. Her name is Violet. She doesn’t know legends, kingdoms, or demon history, only functions and warnings: do not die with me on your arm. Violet marks Aydin as a candidate host and starts showing him the world’s hidden structure. He sees Rimsea before it was a ring of coastal towns, when the planet still held advanced cities, crystal-lit towers, and skybridges that cut through storms. He sees the day Violet arrived, falling from the sky like a signal. He also sees what came after: a second impact, a falling star that turned colors as it dropped. When it struck, the planet cracked, the land folded inward, civilization vanished, and the sea rushed into the wound and never stopped raging. The crash site sits at the center of the Rimsea, sealed behind a permanent storm that eats ships and spits out nothing. Violet can’t tell Aydin what the System truly is, but she can tell him where the answers are: centerward. If Aydin wants to understand his powers, the demons, and why the world broke, he has to sail into that storm. Bad news: the old world is still running, and it wants what’s buried there too. Worse news: it noticed Violet came back online. ------------ Expect: Sand-mage combat you can feel: spears, shields, traps, and “current-grit” control that turns bad terrain into a weapon, with clean, readable action. Demon dungeons + System progression: dungeon outbreaks, escalating demon tiers, stats/skills/scan functions, and a System companion who only knows operations, not lore. Crewed sea adventure into the Storm Center: ports, ruins, relic-hunting, monster-haunted waters, and a big mystery pull toward the crash site at the heart of Rimsea. Violence/action is present, but the story stays adventure-first, not bleak. Release: 5 Chapters a Week