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Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. (I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com )

In ages past when hope was spent and low, All creation stood bound within its quiet repose. Then did Reality tremble from a boundless might, And the earth quaked across the starless night. A star descended from the vast beyond, And bound reality in grief's most tragic bond. It stole the future in its greedy plight, Yet wept in secret at the ruined sight. With painted smiles it played a gentle part, And strove to heal each broken, wounded heart. Yet the star never found the words to seek amends, The answer on the tip of its tongue which it couldn't transcend. Its guilt endured, a weight upon its boundless soul, Awaiting forgiveness from the broken world. Wherefore to him whose destiny it had reft, It turned to mend the soul that it had left. The Bereft was lost, struggling with his blight, Yet the star became his new, endearing light. Until at last the end drew near, And to eternity the star must steer. In passing through the void it set things right, Returning the future it had plight. No soul recalled the star from then on, Save for the Bereft… whose longing was not gone.

Reborn into a world ruled by curses, Elena awakens with no memory of her past life and a fragile existence in a kingdom where cursed humans are feared and hunted. A chance encounter with a charming stranger named Dante pulls her into a dangerous web of mysteries surrounding cursed individuals and forbidden power. But as fragments of her lost memories begin to resurface, Elena discovers a terrifying truth. The origin of the curse is tied to an ancient evil she once fought… and failed to destroy. Her search for answers leads her into the royal palace, where she begins working to uncover the truth behind the kingdom’s darkness. Only to realize too late that the man she came to trust as Dante… is actually the ruthless Prince of Valdemor, a man whispered to be a heartless killer. And worst of all, he may be the one person she was never meant to love. Excerpt She glanced at Dante, who was quietly staring at the distant horizon, as if the world itself had momentarily stopped demanding anything from him. “Can I ask you something?” Elena said softly. He turned at once. A faint smile touched his lips. “You can ask me anything,” Dante replied gently. “I would be happy to share whatever knowledge I have of this world with you.” Elena let out a quiet laugh under her breath. “Enough with your clever replies, Dante,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not interested in the knowledge of this world…” Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than she intended. “I’m interested in you.” For a split second, Dante’s eyes widened. Then, just as quickly his expression broke into a slow, knowing smile. “Elena…” he called her name deliberately, almost teasingly. And it clicked. The meaning behind her words settled between them like a quiet trap. Her eyes widened. “You... don’t twist my words!” Too late. Dante let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying her reaction. “You idiot,” she muttered, embarrassed, sending a light punch toward his arm. “Ow…” He rubbed the spot, feigning pain. “That was surprisingly violent.” Elena cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “I meant… I want to know you,” she said more seriously this time. “Who you are. Where you came from. How you learned to fight like that. I know nothing about you, Dante… nothing except your name.” The playful air between them faded. Dante’s smile slowly disappeared. What replaced it was something Elena had never seen before. Quiet, heavy, and unreadable. “I understand your curiosity,” he said softly, “but I’m afraid I can’t satisfy it… not yet.” “Why?” she asked immediately. Silence lingered for a moment before he spoke again. “It’s complicated,” Dante said. Then, more firmly, “But I swear this on my life that I’m not here to hurt you.” Before she could react, he reached for her hand. His fingers closed gently around hers. Warm. Certain. Unmoving. Elena froze, her breath catching slightly. “I care about you, Elena,” he said, voice lower now. More serious. “More than I probably should.” His thumb moved slowly over the back of her hand, as though grounding himself in the moment. “And I’ll do everything I can to help you whenever you need it.” A faint pause. “Maybe soon…” he added, gaze softening, “you’ll figure out who I am.” His eyes met hers again. “You’re smart, Elena. Smarter than any girl I’ve ever met.” The air between them thickened, quiet and heavy, as if the world had stepped back to watch without breathing. Dante reached up slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch lingered for a second too long. Neither of them moved away. His eyes stayed on hers. Too focused, too close, as if something unspoken was pulling him in. And for a moment, he couldn't resist...

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

After confessing her love to her childhood best friend, Gabrielle finds herself rejected and sold to a cruel high official in exchange for power by the best friend whom she loved so much. Hurt, betrayed, subjected to abuse, and stripped of her noble title Gabrielle begins to lose all hope until one day she runs into a man from a neighboring kingdom in need of help. Despite the danger Gabrielle agrees to help this man get back to his kingdom only to find that he is King and he is smitten with her. Will Gabrielle find her happily ever after with her new found love or will a sudden change of heart from her childhood best friend tear them apart?

A world where you can do anything. The main character must go through the path of power. How will he start from scratch? Will he be able to become stronger? Enemies, monsters, Celestials are all against him.

This story begins during the canon timeline, bridges world-breaking events, and continues past the series finale. Dracule Marya Zaleska has always lived in the shadow of her father, Dracule Mihawk, the world’s greatest swordsman. But Marya is no ordinary heir to a legendary name. Gifted with the enigmatic Oni-Oni no Mi (Mist-Mist Fruit), she wields the power to summon spectral apparitions and manipulate the veil between the living and the dead. Yet, this power is both a blessing and a curse, as it binds her to a destiny she does not yet understand. Determined to escape her father’s towering legacy, Marya sets out on a journey to uncover the truth about her mother, a woman shrouded in mystery who sacrificed herself to protect a secret so profound it could shake the foundations of the world. Along the way, Marya discovers fragments of her mother’s past—clues that lead her to ancient ruins, forgotten battles, and a conspiracy that ties her family to the origins of the Devil Fruits themselves. As Marya delves deeper into the mysteries of her lineage, she navigates treacherous seas, faces off against ruthless enemies, and uncovers the truth about the Mist-Mist Fruit’s dark origins. But the closer Marya gets to the truth, the more she realizes that her parents’ sacrifices were not just for her sake—they were to protect the world from a looming catastrophe. As the line between ally and enemy blurs, Marya must confront the darkness within herself and decide whether to embrace her Mist-Mist powers or reject them to forge her own path. "Dracule Marya Zaleska: Oni Phantom - Devil Fruit Origins" is a tale of legacy, sacrifice, and self-discovery. In a world where the past and present collide, Marya’s journey will reveal the secrets her parents died to protect and challenge her to rise above the shadows of her name to become a legend in her own right. Will she uncover the truth in time to save the world, or will the weight of her legacy consume her? #FinalSaga #PostCanon #BridgeLore #PostTimeskip #CanonExpansion #WorldBuilding #HighWordCount #DailyUpdate

Having spent her childhood confined in chains, Alice was a child who knew neither love nor joy. Scorned by her family while being tortured in the name of the greater good for years, she grew numb to all feeling and thought. That is, until one day, a man in black offered her a chance to escape. There were once rumours widespread of an endless hell, a land of glorious death and dreadful opportunity. Fools went in search of it, and the clever never ventured into it. Only when its baleful mysteries spilled unto the earth did all hear its name — the Abyss. A single drop of its blood could give someone the power to control shadows, move faster than sound, or strength greater than the strongest man. Yet, it all came at a cost; the blood would always make sure those who consumed it became part of the Abyss, with one exception — Alice. Cast away by her own blood, it was her destiny to rot in a gilded cage. But, that fateful day changed everything. Gifted a second chance at life, a chance to turn her life around and claim vengeance against her family, a chance to dive deep into the Abyss and gain the power to govern her own fate, Alice took his hand, unaware of the destiny unfolding before her. Cover drawn by Aoi Ogata. Discord: https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va

*THIS NOVEL WILL ALWAYS BE FREE* (Let's be honest, ts ain't worth paying for) XD Thank ya!!! _______ Once, a body alone ruled the Three Realms. No techniques. No divine arts. Only the absolute peak of Body Cultivation. They called it the Supreme Immortal Body. Then it vanished without warning, leaving the heavens confused, the worlds unsettled, and countless experts arguing over whether it had ever truly existed. It should have remained a forgotten legend. Unfortunately, it did not.

An ordinary cultivator - that was the best way to describe Zhao Yunxiao. Be it in terms of strength or talent, he had always been in the middle of the pack, neither excelling nor falling behind. However, he did not really think badly of his current situation. Some people were destined to become the stars in the skies, while some people were born to be like the rocks on the ground. The stars might be dazzling, but the rocks supported the earth itself. Both of them were necessary in order to maintain the balance of this world. As someone ordinary, Zhao Yunxiao did his best to live his ordinary life to the fullest. He was careful and meticulous, doing his best to make sure he understands everything fully instead of jumping into doing things. He knew his limits and did not dream of anything out of reach. Instead, all he wished for was to live a life of freedom. But one day, he realised that something seemed to be amiss. Perhaps he was mistaken all along. Perhaps even the rocks on the ground had their chance to shine under the right circumstances, even if only for the slightest of moments. This is the tale of an ordinary cultivator... until he was no longer ordinary. *** This story will be written for leisure and thus not be locked, but if you are feeling generous and wish to show your appreciation in monetary terms... https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/SweatingCloud

The Legend of Jack the Colossal Born human in a world of Titans. Destined to become a legend among giants. In an age when the blood of the ancient Greek gods still courses through the veins of towering beings, strength is the law, power is the measure of worth, and weakness is a sin that cannot be forgiven. And then there is Jack. Born with the body of an ordinary human in a world ruled by colossal descendants of the Titans, Jack is an abomination in the eyes of his kind. He possesses neither their towering stature nor their monstrous strength. To the Colossals, he is less than nothing. To his own bloodline, he is a disgrace. Only his mother sees him as something worth loving. But when his own family tears her away from him, Jack loses the last person who ever made him feel he belonged. Stripped of his home, his family, and the only love he has ever known, the nameless boy is left with nothing but a heart full of grief and a world that wishes he had never been born. Until fate casts him into another realm. A world beyond the reach of the ancient Titans. A land where monstrous beasts roam untamed, where the strong carve their names into history, and where even the weakest soul can rise beyond the limits of its birth. For the first time, Jack discovers that his human body is not the curse he once believed it to be. In this strange new world, he finds the strength to survive, the courage to fight, and companions who see him as more than the weakness written into his blood. He earns a name. He finds a purpose. And slowly, the boy whom giants once trampled beneath their feet begins to become something even they might fear. But the past has a long memory. As Jack's legend grows, the world that cast him aside draws ever closer. The wounds of his childhood remain unhealed, and the family that stole everything from him may soon learn what their cruelty has created. Now, caught between the world that broke him and the world that gave him a reason to live, Jack must make a choice. Will he return to the land of the Titans and bring his former family to its knees? Or will he risk everything he has gained to protect the only home that has ever truly accepted him? Some legends are born from the blood of gods. Others are forged by a human heart that refuses to kneel before them.

A bizarre invasion strikes Wuthering Waves, the Lament resounds throughout civilization, here… there is no Rover. Professional Hardcore player Noah enters Solaris and discovers that the world of Wuthering Waves is completely different from the one in his memory. The Magistrate of Jinzhou is no longer Jinhsi, but Scar of the Fractsidus. General Jiyan of the Midnight Rangers has already been corrupted and blackened by Threnodian pollution. The Black Shores have completely fallen, and the Shorekeeper sacrificed herself to fuse with the Tethys System. Gloomy shadows shroud the sky, civilization’s Lament never ceases, and the desperate, exhausted people have no time to wipe away their tears as they confront fate with roars of unwilling fury. “Good, good, good, so this is how you want to play it!” Noah cursed under his breath— “Then don’t blame me for turning on cheats.” [Wuthering Waves fanfiction + bizarre invasion + apocalypse + world salvation + collapsed main storyline + protagonist is not Rover] === 50 Advance Chapter on Patreon/Ferasam

After dying in a corrupt world, Tyler Brown is reborn through a god’s forbidden clause. Gifted with eyes that read and bend minds, he rises from childhood toward global power. Every step brings him closer to ruling the world and closer to the deity returning to claim his soul.

In a nation divided between the wealthy Spires and the struggling Sinks, one hundred citizens are sent to Blackwake to compete in the Red Hunt, a televised game where only the strongest are expected to win a prize and residency in the Spires. The hunters are divided into teams of four called Quadrangles. Each Quadrangle is made up of four classes: the Tactician, who leads the team through strategy and decision-making; the Scout, who moves ahead to gather information and navigate danger; the Fighter, who handles combat and protects the team; and the Lifeline, who keeps injured teammates alive and provides medical support. Among them is Elowen Bradshaw, a teenage girl from the Sinks who enters the Hunt expecting nothing more than a way to help her dying aunt. But Blackwake is not the arena the government claims it to be. As mysteries pile up and the island reveals secrets buried beneath its surface, Elowen begins to realize that someone has been watching and manipulating the game from the shadows. The deeper Elowen goes, the more the Red Hunt stops looking like a competition and starts looking like something far more terrifying. Because the Hunters were never chosen at random. The Red Hunt was never about finding a winner. It was about deciding who deserved to be erased, then convincing an entire nation to watch. ~•~ "May the worthy endure. May the Spires remain eternal. Let the Red Hunt commence." ~•~ This novel contains some graphic content including violence & blood. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright © 2026 Eugene John Lubaton All Rights Reserved.

May 21st, 2030. The day the sky turned white, the mist rolled in, and “they” arrived. I was just a 25-year-old game developer, freshly fired from my job, when the world ended. Exploding cars, screaming crowds, monsters with wings tearing through the city—and somehow, in the middle of it all, a brat calling me “uncle” wouldn’t leave me alone. Together, we’re trying to survive a world crawling with lizard-like creatures, ruined streets, and something far bigger lurking in the skies above. But I can’t help feeling like this invasion isn’t random… and maybe I’m not as ordinary as I thought. Action, survival, monsters, and dark comedy collide in this apocalyptic adventure.

Xu Yang died.At least,that was supposed to be the end.When he opened his eyes again,he found himself lying in a cold forest,his body covered in wet black fur.He tried to move,but froze when he saw four small paws in front of him.He was a cat.Not just any black cat—a low-level cat demon inside a cultivation novel he had once read. A novel he never finished. Before Xu Yang can even process his new life,a cold voice suddenly sounds in his head. [System activated.] "...What?" [Host has been assigned nine lives.] Xu Yang blinks. [These lives are not blessings.] His smile disappears. "...What do you mean?" [Every life has a destined death.] "Excuse me?" [Death is mandatory.] Xu Yang stares into the distance. "Then why give me nine lives?!" [You may ask again after your first death.] "That's even worse!" And that's how Xu Yang discovers his new life comes with one very unfair condition: He is not allowed to live. Every life has a different path.Every death brings him closer to something he cannot yet understand.And every time he awakens again,the world changes in ways that shouldn't be possible. People forget him. Memories disappear. Events occur that were never written in the novel. Even the System begins behaving strangely. [Warning.] [Original storyline deviation detected.] "Can you fix it?" [No.] "Can you tell me what's happening?" [No.] "Then what are you useful for?" [Survival assistance.] "I'm starting to dislike you." [Acknowledged.] Unfortunately,the System is the least of Xu Yang's problems. The cultivation world is full of sects that hunt demons,immortals who hide their own secrets,and forces that seem to know more about his fate than he does. And somewhere along the way,Xu Yang realizes something is terribly wrong. His deaths aren't random. Someone or something is making sure each life ends exactly when it should.But fate makes one mistake.It leaves Xu Yang with the ability to choose what he does before he dies.So he starts changing things.One small choice then another.Until the story he once knew becomes unrecognizable. And the System gives him a final warning: [Host.] [You were never supposed to survive this long.] Xu Yang looks at the road ahead. "Then I guess Heaven should have written a better ending." Nine lives.Death is guaranteed. But Xu Yang has never been very good at following rules. First time writing fantasy story! Hope you enjoy:)

Transmigrated into the world of Genshin Impact, Han Feng obtained the [God-Tier Manga Shop System]. As long as he welcomed a certain number of customers, he would receive exclusive rewards. With the help of manga from his past life provided by the system, his shop quickly took Teyvat by storm! Venti: “Ahehe~ When will I finally pull that Foodie Tablecloth? I’m so broke I can’t even afford soup!” Zhongli: “The Ultraman manga from your store is truly fascinating. I’ve already begun constructing an Ultraman statue in Liyue.” Ningguang: “With the Peace Star, my Jade Chamber can finally cover all seven nations!” Klee: “Jix’s bombs are amazing! Blowing up fish is the most fun ever!” Lumine: “Boss, the manga here is so good. I don’t even feel like looking for my brother anymore. What should I do?” ~-------- 65+ advance chapters on Patreon: patreon.com/YonkoSlayer

Long before he set foot in Westeros, Prince Dragonzel of House Varezes was already something the world had never seen—a dragonlord not born of the House Targaryen, but forged in the distant Free Cities, where ancient Valyria’s lost knowledge still lingers in shadows. Hailing from a powerful foreign lineage that mastered both dragons and forbidden arts, Dragonzel arrives in Westeros not as a guest—but as a force that challenges the very foundation of noble bloodlines and tradition. In a land where legitimacy is everything, his existence alone is a threat. With his dragons, wealth, and unmatched intellect, he begins weaving a vast network of alliances—binding great houses, influencing trade, and reshaping the balance of power across the Realm. But Westeros stands on the brink of chaos. The brewing conflict between Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower threatens to ignite the devastating Dance of the Dragons. Dragons will rise, kingdoms will burn, and loyalties will be tested. Amidst this storm, Dragonzel walks a razor’s edge—ally, rival, or something far more dangerous. Because his goal is not merely to survive the coming war… …but to surpass the legacy of Valyria itself. ---

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”