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Beowulf is not a hero. He is a three-meter-tall monument to violence, a biological weapon crafted by the All-Father. For centuries, he has been Odin’s Hound, wandering the fringes of Midgard to "clean up" the divine mistakes of Asgard. He carries no shield and trusts no steel; he breaks bones with his bare hands and treads where even the Valkyries fear to fly. ​But the centuries of carnage have left a taste of ash in his mouth. ​His latest contract: Grendel. Not a mindless beast, but a "Monster King" seated upon a throne of ancient skulls in the heart of the Abyss. Grendel doesn't greet Beowulf with claws, but with a terrifying truth. He claims to be a mirror—another discarded tool of the Gods who refused to be broken. ​As the marshes of Denmark turn into a slaughterhouse, Grendel whispers a poison into Beowulf’s ear: "Odin doesn't fear the monsters, Beowulf. He fears the day you realize you don't need a Master." ​Faced with a choice between his divine duty and a horrifying new freedom, the Hound must decide: Will he kill the only creature who understands him? Or will he turn his wrath toward the Golden Halls of Asgard?

[Game Characters + Memes + Final Tragedy + Protagonist Drama Queen] Mu Yang transmigrated to the continent of Teyvat, obtaining the Character Popularity System. As long as he gained enough popularity points, his strength would grow, and he could even customize his own storylines, which would inversely affect the parallel world of Earth. Thus, Mu Yang began his wild antics. Meanwhile, on parallel Earth, Discussions about him in forums and livestreams grew more and more fervent. "The new character is way too handsome, fam, I'm crying rivers!" "What did this sudden character just say? That he's gonna slay Stormterror?" "I, the Honest Truth Sovereign, declare that Mu Yang is definitely the one who assassinated the Geo Archon! If I'm wrong, I'll top up your constellations for you!" ... Later on, players began to realize— Every year during the Lantern Rite, all the Liyue characters would reunite, Yet Mu Yang was never among them. When his backstory was slowly unveiled, The entire internet cried out— "MiHoYo, stop hurting Mu Yang already!" "He's suffered too much!" "We miss you, Yang..." And what did Mu Yang himself have to say about it? "Hahah!" --- Advance chapters: patreon.com/ReruoIzayoi

Kill, kill, and kill. Blood pooled at my feet. The burning corpse slowly turned to ash. There was nothing left in this world but me. The crazy demon who created hell on earth. Reminisce, that's all that's left. Remembering all those who died by demonic sword in my hands. My friends, my lovers, my enemies. Everyone who ever knew me and bring me kindness. They died because of me. Because I was born a devil. And live as a devil. Fate has always hated me, and I have always hated it. But somehow, at the end of it all, it sent its messenger and offered me something. "Do you want to go back to the past? Do you want to rewrite the past and fix all your mistakes so you don't have to kill all humans on earth? So you can save everyone you love?" This is the tale of my life. The tale of how I lived as a demon who would end the world, and regretted it.

Clara, a 20-year-old nanny, finds herself caught in a tale of passion, betrayal, and mystery when she embarks on a dangerous affair with both parents of the children in her care: the enigmatic mother, a seductive and calculating woman, and the attractive father, whose charm conceals dark secrets. As Clara delves deeper into this perilous relationship, she realizes that it is not just a game of passion, but that she is being manipulated by both, trapped in a web of desires, lies, and obsession. But when strange signs begin to raise her suspicions—furtive glances, anonymous messages, and a growing sense of being watched—Clara discovers that someone else is controlling her life from the shadows. Caught between imminent danger and seduction, she must decide whether to trust her instincts or succumb to the control of those around her. Is she truly in love, or is she merely a puppet in a deadly game?

The city is perfect. Crime is almost zero. Fear is regulated. Questions are optional. An invisible system governs everything—education, memory, safety—quietly deciding what people are allowed to know and what they are better off forgetting. It does not rule through violence. It rules through comfort. Until one man speaks when he shouldn’t. Elias Ward was an Observer—one of the few allowed to see how the system truly works. When he breaks protocol and exposes a single moment of truth, the city doesn’t riot. It pauses. That pause changes everything.

Just imagine peacefully minding your own business at your office—working tirelessly to get a promotion—and bam, you die without even seeing your brother's wedding. Talk about a plot twist. And then, just to add insult to injury, you get reincarnated into a RPG game? Life was not messing around with its plot twists, was it? Not to mention, now the hero and the villain are coming after you? You, the normal, non-magical office worker who was just trying to get a pay raise. That's a dramatic way to start a story! And you ended up in an RPG game? With heroes and villains? Sounds like a wild ride you didn't sign up for. The question is, how are you gonna get yourself out of this mess without getting too entangled in the plot? Stay focused on your peaceful life and avoid those dangerous situations! And maybe try not to run into any more heroes or villains for a while. You've had enough excitement for one reincarnation.

HERIX is a collection of interwoven sagas set in the world governed by Primordial Energy—a force that grants miraculous power to those seeking supremacy. Across nations shaped by divine intervention, corruption, and forgotten wars, a generation of individuals emerges, forging a passage between humanity and godhood. Bound not by destiny, yet their converging paths will uncover the truth buried beneath divine law, the ambition of their own souls.

Faced between two worlds, uncertainty, thoughts she can't quite fathom. Is she being played? Or used as a tool in satisfying their desires, kept against her will.

Arielle Winters loved him long before she understood the cost. Arthur’s heart belonged to another, a girl named Nerissa, bright and untouchable, whose sudden death left him cold, bitter, and impossible to reach. When fate forced Arielle into his life as a wife, it was not out of love, but duty. Five years of silence, resentment, and quiet cruelty have left her heart raw, her nights haunted, her life a cage built from his grief and her obsession. She lives in the shadow of a love that will never be hers, trapped beside a man who still mourns someone else, a man whose gaze and words cut deeper than any blade. Every memory of Nerissa, every moment of Arthur’s absence, reminds her that loving too much can destroy a person, and surviving alongside a man who cannot forgive may demand more than she has to give. But the past has a way of returning, and the night that stole Nerissa will not remain buried. Arielle must confront what she has endured, what she has hidden, and what she is willing to sacrifice to remain standing in a world where love is cruel, obsession is deadly, and survival is the ultimate test. A story of longing, betrayal, and unrelenting desire, where every heartbeat carries the weight of a secret, and every breath reminds her that she may never belong to the one she loves.

The Baghel's Frost: A Begger's revenge (Fantasy) Shruti Baghel was heir to the Vidyagriha—until Inferno spies burned it to ash, melting her family's frozen blood into slag. Now 18, she's a beggar in the Wilderness, surviving on the ruins' curse. Her magic: freezing Prana in blood, turning enemies into statues. Her secret: she stole the "Beggar's Frost" diary before the fire—the key to loyalty engineering. Varun Rajput is Inferno-noble, disgraced and undercover—sent to find the diary and kill the last Baghel. Instead, he finds Shruti. He bows. Offers warmth. She accepts. But every word is a lie. Every touch is a debt. She uses him to infiltrate the nobles. He uses her to prove his loyalty. They're both spies. Both traitors. Both falling. In a world of Frost, Inferno, and Wilderness, revenge is a cold dish served with burning blood—and the ashes of the Vidyagriha remember everything. R18 WARNING: Strategic manipulation, gore, non-con/dub-con situations. Reader discretion advised. WHAT TO EXPECT 1 strong female lead with strategic thinking 2 Manipulation 3 loyalty 4 female rage( ruthless) 5 revenge 6 weak to strong Tags: #Fantasy #DarkFantasy #StrategicMC #StrongFL #Revenge #R18 #Manipulation #NoHarem #ForbiddenAshes

Everyone awakened. Power comes to those who read—but what about the ones who haven’t read enough?

Eugene? Who is Eugene? A boy walking the line between madness and destruction, between the fragile thread of life and death, beneath the veil of chance and cultivation . He forges his own path in a world that bows only to the strongest, where the sun lights the way with the glow of darkness and chaos. Will he reach his goal… or will the road consume him first?

Born as the fourth prince of a decaying empire, Wu An was raised to be brilliant, polite—and irrelevant. Cast aside by his brothers and ignored by his warlord father, he wore his mask well: the quiet scholar, the forgotten son. But when a strange light drags him from his modern world into a twisted imperial court filled with ancient rites and fractured thrones, he awakens in a body shaped for power—and vengeance. To survive the throne room is to master the battlefield. To win the war is to become a monster. When war erupts in the north, Wu An unleashes a brutal campaign of subterfuge and slaughter. But beneath every victory lies something far more terrifying—visions of monks with bone-bead rosaries, scriptures written in blood, and gods that do not belong to this world. At the heart of the empire is a secret buried in ink and ash, and behind every smile in the capital, a knife waits.

Born into a loving home, the boy was treasured by his parents and proudly regarded as the family’s hope. Yet to the rest of the household, he was nothing but a disappointment, good for nothing, a burden, a piece of trash. He ignored his studies, shut himself away, and spent his days reading novels, unaware of how fragile his world truly was. Then tragedy came from a single, tiny mistake. His family was wiped out by a rival force. Everyone died, his parents, his relatives, every person who had ever cared for him. By sheer coincidence, he survived only because he had not been home that day. Only his closest friend lived through the slaughter alongside him. From that moment, he changed. The boy who once avoided responsibility began to push himself, forcing his weak heart to harden. Determination to find the secret behind the tradegy. But the world has never been kind to him. His path, his story, his life, has been determined since the start, a life dictated by other. A fate for being a pawn. A destiny to lose everything, A path of loneliness. But he himself never let his story writing by other, only he Marcus is only one who had the right to write the story for himself.

"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?”

“You said you were worthless. But worthless things aren’t taken by anyone… Yet I’m taking you.” The boy narrowed his eyes. Renji smiled faintly. “So that means… you have worth now.” Fractured Gaze is a novel about broken souls, fading loyalties, and the quiet violence of choices that can’t be taken back. In the ruins of a forgotten empire, past tragedies hold power. And the rebellion begins — not with war horns, but with fractured people learning how to bleed together. There are no chosen ones here. No heroes. No prophecies. Only those who’ve been hurt... and those who decide what that pain is worth. If you're looking for a fast-paced power fantasy, this might not be your story. But if you’re drawn to action, found family, and the cost of fighting for something that may never love you back — welcome. All chapters are free to read. Written by me, occasionally assisted by AI tools for editing, phrasing, and clarity. Cover art generated with DALL·E by OpenAI.

When a devoted fan of A Song of Ice and Fire opened his eyes, he found himself standing in Westeros. Not as a king. Not as a lord. He became Suleiman, a nameless minor knight under the impoverished Daddings family, living by the muddy lower reaches of the Green Fork in the Riverlands. No gold. No soldiers. No influence. The family ruled over barely fifty peasants and held a status so low they were nothing more than silent figures in the corners of noble banquets. Before him stood the crushing weight of eight thousand years of aristocratic hierarchy. Yet in a land torn by war and shifting tides, this outsider from another world began his climb. From the mockery of “Sir Stinky Castle” on the edge of a swamp… to the throne of the Trident itself. In Westeros, even the smallest pawn can become a king.

Mana is the essence of the soul and what builds up life, those who are able to manipulate this energy are labelled as Witches. But as a minority, they were hunted nearly to extinction during the Dark Ages, but due to their perseverance they have survived until now. Even then the Witches now are nothing but used as tools, a Witch walking the same streets as a human is unheard of and even shamed, even having a Witch as a family member would end up in prejudice by others.

Tertha was never meant to exist. A world beyond the reach of Celestials, wrapped in chaos, carved by colossal forces. Ten continents stretch endlessly, cloaked in ancient forests, shifting labyrinths, and mountains that scratch the heavens. Yet even the mightiest races have only scratched the surface of its secrets. Eight dominant races claim the land. The wise Antropho, ever-hungry for knowledge. The Everin, guardians of the ancient wilds. The Gigant, rulers of the mountain spires. The Diablo, bringers of ruin. The Gromar, masters of craft. The Gravon, born hunters. The Furnox, wielders of ancient combat rites. And the Phantorune... whispers from the Abyss. On Tertha, strength is law. Fighters crush with raw power. Mages command the arcane. Neva Warriors burn with lethal aura. And Element Benders? They bend the world itself. Then came the ambition. The greed. The hunger for absolute dominion. From the depths of darkness, the Phantorune forged a weapon of forbidden origin— A blade that cuts not just flesh... but the soul. They call it.. The Soul Sword. ---