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Reincarnated as a Goblin: My "Sword" is Malfunctioning!!

Synopsis [Warning: R-18 Mature Content] [Explicit Sexual Content, Harem, Non-Human Protagonist, Fast paced] In a world where monsters rule through brute strength and primal instinct, Grik was the ultimate punchline. Born an orphaned goblin in the Monster Kingdom and admitted to the elite Academy on a fluke scholarship, he was weak, bullied, and worse—he suffered from a humiliating biological “hardware failure” that left him entirely incapable of performing. The original Grik died of shame in a cheap brothel bathroom. But the soul that woke up in his green-skinned body wasn’t a pathetic goblin. He was a modern human with a mind wired for logic, an analytical understanding of anatomy, and an Earth-born knowledge of technique that this savage, brute-force world had never even dreamed of. Bound to a unique System that treats his biology like code and his encounters like quests, he’s issued his first challenge: overcome his defective equipment using nothing but pure finesse. Now, armed with legendary Earth techniques, a newly optimized anatomy, and an incredibly analytical approach to the 'arts,' this trash goblin is about to rewrite the hierarchy of the Monster Academy. From arrogant vampire heiresses to cold elven prodigies, they all expect a weak, bumbling peasant. Instead, they’re going to learn that true power doesn’t come from fangs or claws. It comes from perfect execution, agonizing patience, and a System that rewards him for every monstrous ego he completely dismantles—in and out of the bedroom. The original owner rage-quit. I’m just booting up.
Scarlett_Whisper · 10.1k Views

When Dragons Dream

The Dance of the Dragons. An age scarred by blood, ambition, and political strife. As Westeros tended toward chaos, the Targaryens’ once-unshakeable legacy reached its breaking point. Born to King Viserys I and Queen Alicent, Baelon Targaryen found himself in a life that he could not control. Night after night, he is haunted by recurring Dragon Dreams. Visions of what was, might have been, and may yet come. Burdened by his fear of the future, he, along with his twin sister Helaena, try to find their way out of the chaos. But where can a Targaryen truly escape? Essos? Asshai? The wilderness of Sothoryos? And even if they flee, can they truly ever outrun what had been foreseen in their dreams? This is an AU of the Dance, with several major changes: • The addition of Baelon Targaryen, twin to Helaena. • Dragon Dreams may be shared between two dreamers deeply bonded by blood and spirit. • Visions may include alternate timelines/parallel worlds Baelon is not reincarnated; all knowledge he possesses is gained through experience or through his dreams. The story is loosely inspired by HoTD: Reincarnated as Daemon Targaryen’s Son, though it follows its own path. Also, I need to emphasise that my MC will not become King of the Seven Kingdoms. This is simply the story of a young boy trying to escape what would have been a life marred by death, betrayal and conflict. All he wants is to become stronger, so he can protect himself and his sister. Follow on Patreon for five advanced chapters: patreon.com/TaleDrifter Content was written with AI assistance: Author writes → AI edits → Author edits.
TaleDrifter · 773.4k Views

The Dogs' Council

In a private school buried deep in the mountains, five teens are offered a fresh start. No pasts, no questions; just new dorms, shiny rules and a suspiciously clean slate. But the illusion shatters on day one, when blood is spilled, and it becomes clear their second chance is nothing but a sinister setup. Someone is watching. Someone who knows their deepest, darkest secrets—the ones they’ve tried to bury. Desperate for answers, they revive a game from their childhood that once hunted thieves in the woods with scraps of paper and whispered lies. A game they called The Dogs' Council. Now, each of them is both the hunter and the hunted. But when everyone’s hiding something, how do you know who to trust? No one is safe. _____________________________ Content Warnings This story contains mature themes: Gangs & crime-related themes. Offensive humor. Profanity and harsh language. Emotional manipulation & betrayals. Alcohol, smoking, and drug use. May contain bullying. Homosexual and heterosexual relationships. Teen pregnancy and miscarriage (not depicted graphically). Reader discretion is advised. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, this may not be the story for you. Also keep in mind that this is not 100% fictional since it's inspired by real people I have personally met (read author's note before proceeding). What to Expect: 1- A mix of mystery, comedy and drama. 2- No explicit sexual scenes. 3- Multiple POV styles (alternating between first person and third person). 4- Dual mysteries in two different timelines, and many subplots. 5- An intimate perspective into how gangs work in real life. 6- If you know me in real life, don't read this. You may find that I turned you into a character and talk shit about you (I warned you). 7- Judge the book by its cover, I'm the designer. I update once a week. No need to call me slow, I already know!!! (((If you made it this far in the description, I hope you don't take this story seriously. It should be more amusing than serious.)))
ZJBenevento · 388 Views

The Last Archive_ Ancestoral Bloodline

In a frozen moment beneath the blood-red moon, a boy opens the forbidden Archive—and the world begins to unravel. Our Genesis is the haunting tale of an 18-year-old Nigerian boy trapped in post-apocalyptic World, a world where reality twists, things mutate, and gods wake to watch from the shadows. When chaos erupts and those he loves twist into monsters, he survives by instinct—until a strange system awakens in him: The Last Archive. It doesn’t give him strength. It gives him debt—for every life he saves, another burden scars his soul. Bound by ancestral rites he never knew he carried, and cursed with a power that demands payment in pain, he begins a journey through ash, memory, and silence. With only a cracked phone, ancient tools of divination, and whispers of the Igbo gods guiding him, he must purge those who Desecrate the ancestoral lands. But this is not just his story. It is the story of the gods who were blamed for what they didn’t cause. The story of a girl who died smiling, her body marked by a fishbone with secrets tattooed in her skin. The story of ancestors who still walk behind their bloodlines, unpaid and unseen. The story of systems that record every choice, but only reward those who remember. A spiritual epic laced with African mythology, science fiction, ancestral memory, and survival horror, mixed with timed romance . Our Genesis is a raw, soulful cry in the dark—a reminder that even when the world collapses, the spirit remembers.
Akihiro_Uchiha · 2.5k Views

The Sovereign Of Black Light

On Earth-10, a world ten times larger than our own, survival is no longer guaranteed. Monsters pour from portals known as Dungeons, each one a domain of gods, horrors, and impossible power. Humanity’s only hope lies in the Awakened — chosen individuals who gain blessings and classes from the divine. Warriors, Mages, Priests, Assassins… all destined to grow, evolve, and one day become legends. But Ashura Bellet was not chosen. While his peers gained power and glory, Ashura was left with nothing — no blessing, no class, no future. Mocked by healers, nearly killed by a slime, burdened with his mother’s illness and the weight of supporting his younger sister, he lived as a mercenary scraping coin and bleeding in every raid. Weak, timid, and hesitant… until the day everything changed. A raid gone wrong. A dungeon no one had ever seen before. A place where purple lightning fell endlessly from the heavens, erasing even the strongest Awakened in an instant. Ashura should have died with the rest. Instead, the lightning struck him again and again — burning his body, breaking his mind — until it carved something new into his very soul. He awakened not to a blessing, but to something outside the system. An Unknown Class, forged by the storm itself. When Ashura emerged from the dungeon, he was no longer the timid mercenary everyone mocked. His hair turned white, his eyes burned with arrogance, and his body radiated the storm’s power. With a black blade in one hand and purple lightning crackling in the other, he had only one rule now: “I don’t underestimate. I don’t forgive. And I don’t stop.” Enemies see him as a monster. Allies see him as a madman who poses with no one watching, flexing his aura as though mocking the world itself. But behind the arrogance lies a ruthless killer, a cunning survivor, and a power that should never have existed. Because Ashura’s lightning isn’t from any god. It belongs to something older. Something forgotten. Something that wants him to burn the world.
TajayReid · 145.5k Views