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He did not ask to be reborn into a world of gods and ruin. He did not ask to survive. Luceo awakens on foreign soil with nothing but scars he cannot name, a fractured blade that hums with the memory of pain, and a wit sharp enough to wound gods — if gods were ever foolish enough to listen. Torn from his dying world and hurled into the realm of Aethermoor, a vast empire of sorcery and ancient bloodlines, he finds no welcome. Only war. Only hunger. Only ambition dressed in robes of gold. In Aethermoor, cultivation is survival. The strong devour the weak. Academies forge weapons from children. Kingdoms rise on the bones of the forgotten. And at the apex of it all stand the Undying Pantheon — divine tyrants who have rewritten fate itself for a thousand years. Luceo wants none of it. He would settle for a meal, a quiet corner, and perhaps a world that does not constantly attempt to kill him. Settling, however, has never been his gift. As he claws his way through treacherous academies, fractured kingdoms, and the politics of demons who smile like saints, he will discover that the wound that exiled him runs deeper than memory — and that the power slowly awakening in his blood may be the very thing every god in Aethermoor has spent centuries trying to destroy. Some men are broken by the world. Luceo intends to return the favor.

With nothing more than a missing memory and weird companions with dark and confusing pasts, Jug-eum struggles to discover who he is or who he once was. Different beings impose their beliefs and traumas on him, hoping he will complete what they failed to achieve. Will he comply, or will he choose to defy the expectations has been forced upon him?

Reborn in the world of shinobi without a bloodline or system, he awakens a strange power — a mysterious station that collects discarded treasures from countless worlds. Broken cultivation manuals. Forgotten spirit techniques. Relics abandoned by gods. What others call trash… he turns into strength. With evolving beast contracts and power beyond dimensions, he will carve his own legend. This is the rise of the Beastmaster of the Multiverse.

On their eighteenth birthday, the System appears. A private question. A personalized Trial. Survival determines everything. Those who endure awaken as Anthroblades—living weapons who manifest aura into blades forged from emotion and intent. Aura can be projected outward to cut through flesh, steel, and structure. It can be drawn inward to reinforce the body against impact. The brighter it burns, the deeper it carves. The Trials unfold inside the Crucible, a sealed dimension where the System measures perception, suffering, and restraint. Some return refined. Others never return at all. Fifty years after the first awakening, the world has reorganized itself around Blades. Nations no longer wage open war. They cultivate Anthroblades as strategic deterrents. Governments fund them. Corporations sponsor them. Wealth follows them. Each Blade awakens with a fixed Edge. Some command a single element. Some cut space and traverse vast distances. Some project aura into impenetrable force fields. Some slow time within a limited radius. Powerful. Predictable. Stable. Peace exists because every nation knows exactly what the others possess. The balance holds because no Edge evolves. Until Henry. When he survives his Trial, the System records an anomaly. His Edge sharpens through suffering. His perception deepens under pressure. His aura adapts beyond its initial parameters. He is not fixed. He is scaling. For the first time in fifty years, the System has created something it cannot fully model. And in a world where stability depends on predictable weapons— An evolving one is not an asset. It is a threat.

Ah, a new reader is it? I welcome you to my grand library. I hope your stay is entertaining and fulfilling. Dean Kasanagh is a hollow shell. A broken man. A hero who cannot save anyone. Trapped in an endless library, he is forced to experience the tragic lives of the characters written within it's many books over and over again. In this tale, he hopes to reunite with his friends and rescue them from Mount Moore Monastery, an ancient fortress and place of worship far away from modern civilization. It is a palce where old ghosts linger and the heavy hand of religion controls the lives of it's population. Will he survive the frozen mountainous winter and the mad cults within the monastery to save his friends? Or will he perish, crushed under the weight of his own guilt and karma? Have you not been paying attention? His enemy is the author, the world itself. There will be no peace for him, not as long as I hold the pen. Do the characters in this tragic tale deserve their fates? I will leave that conclusion to you, dear reader. Please read without reservation, for this is a tale without end.

This is a story about what lives in the spaces between sea waves, about families bound by terrible knowledge, and about the price of standing watch when the rest of the world sleeps in peace/ignorance. It's about a lighthouse that holds deeper secrets than navigation, a town built on carefully maintained silence, and a woman who must choose between safety and duty when something ancient stirs in the depths. Told through two voices—one from a marine detention cell, one from the edge of an abyss—this maritime horror thriller explores what happens when love becomes weaponized by creatures older than memory, when hereditary duty collides with impossible choice, and when the ocean reveals it was never the empty blue we pretended it was. It's a novel about transformation and sacrifice, about the stories authorities want buried, and about the lights that burn not to welcome ships home, but to keep something else from rising. For those who've stared into dark water and felt something stare back. If you like this novel, pls show some support. It seriously means a lot for me. Thanks! my insta id :- mat_with_stories

EXCERPT✨ “Take off the towel and come here,” he commanded, his voice a rasp, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. His breath was too calm; he watched every deliberate slow step I took like a predator ready to catch his prey, and all my senses loved it. My body trembled in anticipation of being caught, of being his prey. To be devoured entirely by his love and more “happy ending?” I asked, my own voice sounding strange in my ears, his lips parted, curving into a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver racing down my spine, making my knees weaken as I stood there, the towel clutched loosely around my body. --------- I stood in the doorway, no longer breathing, no longer really inside my own body. My eyes felt too wide, too raw, too empty. Something cold crawled down my spine. My voice barely rose above a whisper. “Whose wedding?” Silence; thick enough to choke on. I stepped into the room, each movement slow, heavy, as if my heart had sunk into my stomach. “Damien. Alina.” My throat trembled. “Whose wedding?” Alina looked like she was about to cry. Her fingers shook as she picked up Damien’s phone. She pressed it into my hand with a trembling breath. “It’s Nathan.” The name punched the air out of me. My gaze dropped to the screen. A single headline stared back at me, brutally clear. Nathan Carter engaged to Claudia Ravensworth. Wedding in 8 weeks. A strangled gasp tore its way up my throat. The world blurred. My knees nearly buckled. My fingers clamped around the phone as if letting go would make it real. Heat rushed to my face; Cold crawled down my chest. Everything inside me cracked at once.

«Until death do us part.» That was our vow. And she kept it... by driving her sword through my chest. I was a hero. A symbol. The one chosen by the gods to free humanity. I fought for her. For us. But in the end, it wasn’t the demons who killed me. It was the woman I loved. Helena betrayed me. I fell with my heart shattered and my blood burning between my fingers. But death wasn’t the end. I woke up in another body, in another world... No, not exactly. I woke up inside the very story she wrote. And now, I am Daven von Riesenhart: the bastard son of a marquess, a noble outcast with a name no one respects, and a life I never asked for. I no longer believe in ideals, in gods, or in happy endings. I won’t fight for others. I won’t die for anyone. This time, I’ll live only for myself. And if surviving means deceiving, betraying, or destroying... so be it. Even if it makes me the villain of this story.

In a world where technology defines the power, Schwarian Blumhart, a young officer in training, hunts beings that cross into his reality through interdimensional fractures known as Der Riss. Burdened by guilt and an unspoken past, Schwarian is sent to Riss sites to eliminate these otherworldly entities called Dwellers—tasks he performs with cold precision. But during one operation, he encounters something that doesn’t belong to any known system: an Anomaly—a man who claims to be a mage in a world ruled by science. And for the first time, Schwarian is forced to question whether the fractures brought only monsters… or something humanity was never meant to understand.

In a world where magic is measured in precise calculations and bloodlines determine destiny, two races coexist in fragile balance: Mortals and Immortals. But there is one existence neither side accepts — a hybrid. Arv Starlyx is one of them. Born of a powerful human noble and a brilliant Immortal scholar, Arv lives in the Land of Immortals as both an asset and an anomaly. Trained by the King himself and once a childhood companion to Princess Anfreycia Nyxaria, Arv rises through the royal ranks to become Captain of the elite Black Blades. Yet despite his achievements, he remains an outsider — tolerated, watched, and quietly isolated. As political tensions tighten within the royal court, old bonds begin to fracture. The warmth of childhood fades under the weight of expectation, duty, and unspoken motives. In a realm where magic demands calculation, loyalty is uncertain, and blood is everything, Arv must navigate a future that seems predetermined — even as his heart longs for something far simpler. Efforts of a Winter is a story of identity, prejudice, quiet endurance, and the cost of being born between worlds.

"Did you know? The reason why the Gojos and the Zenins are on bad terms? It was during the Keicho period. Their respective clan heads killed each other in a fight." 400 years ago... Keicho Era, 1598. The theft of the Mitsuboshi no Yari—Three Star Spear—forces an uneasy and precarious alliance between Seijiro Gojo, the impulsive hot-headed heir of the Gojo clan, and Kaoru Zenin, the brillaint prodigious Zenin clan's heir, who, unbeknownst to all, is in truth a woman. Now, as the Tokugawa and Toyotomi forces stand on the brink of a full-scale war, and tension stretches from Edo to Osaka, they find themselves standing on opposite sides of a conflict that neither of them wanted.

A king who loved his people. A husband who swore to protect his family. A man willing to sacrifice everything—even his humanity. King Elandor of Kaelon has everything a man could desire: a realm that worships him, a wife who touches his very soul, and a future bathed in light. Yet in the shadows of his own city, strings are being pulled. Not against his realm—against his heart. When darkness strikes, Elandor faces a choice no man should ever have to make: Accept. Or become. There is a way to grow stronger than his pain. A way to crawl into the bodies of his enemies, hollow them from within, steal their strengths. A way to become immortal—yet the more he takes, the more the king dissolves into ash. And from that ash, something older awakens. The Beast Within is the story of a man caught between love and damnation—and the discovery that the greatest monster is not the enemy, but what we become to defeat him. Volume 1: The Awakening of the Noctusborn An OPTIONAL lore companion book is available on my WebNovel profile. Copyright 2025 JJWaka & Wayne Shao. All rights reserved. This work is protected by copyright. Any reproduction, distribution, translation, adaptation, public performance, or other use—even in part—is prohibited without the express written permission of the authors. Publication of this work is reserved exclusively for the authors—regardless of platform, medium, or format. Any further publication or use by third parties, even for non-commercial purposes, is strictly prohibited. All characters, plot lines, texts, musical compositions, sound recordings, visual elements, and other creative content are the intellectual property of the authors.

War… War never changes. Because countries continue to steal other countries' land. And humans create weapons that have caused mass destruction and dark expressions of violence. But now, everything is in chaos, because an unknown virus has emerged and spread in cities across America. The virus is transmitted to others through the bite of human flesh. Just when all hope seems lost, as everything has spread throughout the world… There is one man who stands up and fights against this unbelievable virus: the CEO of a Private Military Company. An ordinary hard worker working for his family now has a military system capable of fighting the Zombie Apocalypse.

Lucian Oakheart is a man caught between two worlds. In one, he remembers soaring glass towers and the metallic roar of machines. In the other, he is the fragile youngest son of a noble house in the steampunk empire of Alveris, where "peace" is a warm loaf of bread and "stars" are hopes stitched into silence. But Lucian's rebirth is far from a fairy tale. Beneath the veneer of candlelit halls and his siblings’ fierce protection, a darkness is coiling. While his family sees a recovering boy with a mischievous smile, Lucian sees the truth: a formless shadow clinging to his doctor, and a gnawing hunger in his own chest that no food can satisfy. Labeled a "Cursed One" by whispers in the dark, Lucian must navigate a world of steam and secrets. With a knife hidden beneath his pillow and a soul that is slowly awakening to a terrifying power, he must discover the secret of the Inkless Codex before the shadows he sees decide to stop watching and start feeding.

He was just a normal child from the steppes… Until they came and took everything.

The Boxers Story In 2050, the ultimate test of survival is here: The Ascent: Bloodline 2050—a brutal, 100-man Death Boxing Tournament where fighters risk everything for glory, power, and life itself. Only one can survive, and no one has since 2035. Ray Ashford has returned from a past life, cold, calculating, and haunted by betrayal. Every fight in the arena pushes him to his limits—blood, broken bones, and near-death moments are just the beginning. Allies may hide deadly secrets, enemies strike without warning, and the truth behind his past death could shatter him before the final bell. Relentless, visceral, and full of shocking twists, The Boxers Story plunges you into a world of blood, strategy, and survival where every punch could be fatal, and only the strongest, smartest, and most ruthless will make it out alive. Step into The Ascent… if you dare.

With only one hour left before the world ends, what can a person who has spent his entire life locked inside a small room possibly do? Fight. Not against fate—but against the only thing that ever trapped him there. Something that cannot be seen nor reasoned with. Only endured. And yet, even at the end of the world, nothing changes. Most people rush outside, chasing their final moments. But he, he doesn't. He stays. Alone. The story should have ended here. Instead, he finds himself at an empty cafe. Well… almost empty. Behind the counter, a barista polishes glasses as if the world isn’t about to disappear in forty minutes.

Sam is a young man in his early twenties who has been locked away in a mental health institution for as long as he could remember, fading in and out of reality thanks to the medication administered by the hospital. he barely remembers his own name or who his parents were, with the only thing he claims he knows is that he is an angel who was gifted to the world by God. Then one day without warning lightning struck the institution claiming the life of a single patient, Sam. Sam wakes up in a strange room, his nostrils invaded by a foreign scent and his eyes blessed with a sight his deranged mind will never forget. In a world where angels reign supreme and demons plough the fields, Sam wakes up in the body of a hybrid child between an angel and a demon blessed with divinity and cursed with profanity he is shunned by both the angels and the demons. Sam struggles to comprehend the ways of this foreign world but there is only one truth he knows and that, he is an angel who was gifted to the world by God.

Ren never expected death to be the beginning. When he opens his eyes again, he’s no longer himself — he’s reborn in the world of shinobi… as Sasuke Uchiha’s elder brother. And the moment he awakens, history begins to fracture. On the very night the infamous incident unfolds — the night a Hokage stains his hands with his master’s blood — Ren unlocks something that should not exist in this world: The God-Tier Trait System. Plunder talents. Copy abilities. Fuse traits. Evolve endlessly. Genius? Bloodline? Destiny? All of it can be taken. As long as traits exist, his growth has no limit. Seven years later. The night the Uchiha Clan is meant to be erased from history arrives. Flames rise. Blades fall. Fate repeats itself. And then— A small figure steps forward, stopping Itachi Uchiha with a single raised hand. His voice is calm. Certain. Unafraid. “My foolish big brother… this tragedy ends tonight.” From that moment on, the ninja world begins to derail. Sasuke: “Both my brothers are monsters… then what am I supposed to become?!” Naruto: “Brother Ren! That’s my dad’s Flying Thunder God… how do you know it?!” Hiruzen: “Since when did an Uchiha child start beating Enma unconscious?!” Tobirama: “…Who said the Uchiha are born evil?” Kakashi: “With Ren around… calling myself the Copy Ninja feels like a joke.” Obito: “Then I’ll create a world where Ren never existed.” Madara: “Hahaha! At last — an Uchiha worthy of rewriting destiny!” A world where fate was once absolute. A clan doomed to extinction. A system that devours talent, power, and destiny itself. When stealing traits becomes evolution… Who can stop the Uchiha who plunders fate?