survival

Died in the cold. Starved. Betrayed. Devoured by the very people he once trusted. In a world where humanity collapsed into chaos, kindness was a weakness-and he paid the price for it. But fate gave him something impossible. A second chance. He awakens 30 days before the apocalypse. This time, he knows what's coming: The freezing world. The rise of enhanced humans. The fall of civilization. And the moment the people closest to him chose survival... over him. But Jae-Min is no longer the same man. Cold. Calculated. Unforgiving. Armed with knowledge of the future, a growing spatial power, and unmatched precision as a sniper who never misses, he begins to prepare-not just to survive... But to dominate. As factions rise, monsters emerge, and the world descends into war, Jae-Min moves from the shadows-one step ahead, one bullet at a time. This time, he won't be the one abandoned. This time... he chooses who lives. Warning: This novel contains graphic violence, gore, explicit sexual content, psychological trauma, and mature themes intended for adult readers only.

Znozor, a relentless monster hunter, sets out to rid the world of both creatures of darkness and the enigmatic curse that plagues him. His journey leads him to form profound bonds with unlikely allies, each contributing to his ever-increasing strength. As he grows into a formidable force, he faces the ultimate choice: embrace his humanity or succumb to the alluring power of the curse.

HI, So I guess I should greet you, or should I greet the energy behind you first? So I am Adi, who can see spirits since childhood, and I was not pretty proud about that fact, but surely now it is my life, so a greater kind of mess is about to happen in my life.

Exactly what is said in the title ^^ no characters from the series will appear. I don't use real people's names unless I know it won't cause problems.

In a world divided by a vast, uncharted sea, only the Fortunate thrive, while the Unfortunate scrape by in the harsh lands of Hinkon. Tuziku, born into poverty, never imagined his life could change—until a mysterious encounter awakens a terrifying power within him. Labeled an Underdog, he is forced to flee, hunted by ruthless forces from the prosperous Land of Fuyu. Betrayal, blood, and chaos follow him at every step, and survival means embracing the monstrous abilities he never asked for. As Tuziku battles enemies both human and demonic, he discovers that strength comes at a price—and vengeance may be the only path to justice.

I didn’t want him to have to save me. I wanted to save myself. What I want doesn’t add up to a whole lot with killers on my heels. My name is Angie. Li had been my bodyguard back when my life made sense, and there was no danger. Danger only appeared after he was dismissed and my whole family was uprooted to a much more dangerous City in a much more dangerous society. My parents were gone, not dead just missing. Now my uncle has control of everything and everyone. And nothing feels safe. Nothing feels comfortable. And now I’m running for my life. Can life get any more complicated? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that.

A vampire and his little maid is there such a thing as an immortal life? can a Vampire ever become a human being? It’s true that life is full of mysteries but what is mystery? It’s something that’s unknown, unexplained or puzzling it’s just life’s little enigmas. Tune in to find out more about this novel, I p-r-o-m-I-s-e to give you all my best, my best, good luck as you read wish you the best.

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Of course, Su Tang now has another identity as well.A private psychiatrist working in Tokyo.“But! Why are there so many cases of mental illness in Tokyo!” (Note: Because the original male protagonist of Chainsaw Man plays an irreplaceable role in driving the plot, this book will gender-swap the original male lead to avoid issues such as “sending girls.” )

Lillian follows the rules to keep her reputation intact. Matteo breaks them because rules are boring. A human merchant frozen solid. A Vampire diplomat burned to ash. A Werewolf warrior drowned on dry land. Each murder seems impossible, and the only clue is a single silver-white hair. "We should test the hair with raw magic," Matteo said, already rolling up his sleeves, his silver eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement. Lillian didn't look up from her notes. "The procedure requires authorization from the High Council. We wait." "Or," he said, sparking a flame in his palm, the blue fire casting dancing shadows across his sharp features, "we don't." She finally lifted her gaze, fixing him with a flat stare. "You're going to do it anyway, aren't you?" A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "You're learning." His reckless experiment reveals the victims all shared one secret—and the killer is tying up loose ends. Now Lillian must navigate a city on the brink of war while Matteo drags her through seedy taverns and forbidden libraries, chasing his "hunches." She keeps her composure in public, bowing to nobles and following procedure. He charms guards, picks locks, and once set a curtain on fire just to see if the rumor about enchanted fabrics was true. Is the killer a purist or a puppet? And can Lillian stop Matteo from getting them both killed long enough to find out?

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Stranded. Alone. And transmigrated into the world of Pokémon. After a mysterious storm,Umihara Reiji wakes up on a deserted island—not in his own world, but the Pokémon world. No starter, no Poké Balls, no supplies. Just a sea breeze, an empty stomach… and the will to survive. But when he meets a struggling Poliwag, everything changes. With a unique Proficiency System that tracks everything—moves, abilities, even his own fishing and survival skills—every step forward is visible, measurable… and vital. It’s not about becoming a Champion. It’s just about surviving the next day... Notes regarding the worldbuilding: this story leans toward the anime version of the Pokémon world. The protagonist has watched the anime, read the manga, and played the games. He’s a knowledgeable fan. He's an adult, and will think like one—rational, skeptical, analytical. The early chapters of this story are slow-paced and heavily focused on survival—resource gathering, shelter-building, and forging a bond with Poliwag. Raw : "精灵：钓鱼佬的雨天队"

Follow the journey of Aldric. A Lost Soul. Fighting to see if Fate has any consideration for his tumultuous Destiny. ------------------------------------------------------------------ A Shadow Slave Fanfic. Choices. Decisions. Consequences.

This is my first fanfic, so the beginning may not be perfect, but I can guarantee that the quality of the chapters improves as I keep writing. So give it a chance and read a few chapters. /-/ He was not a man of technology, but of steel and sweat. Living in the countryside, he was a blade craftsman who treated Damascus steel as art. Nearly fifty years old, his stubbornness was as great as his skill; he refused to modernize his workshop, preferring ancient methods. But fate, ironic as ever, did not come by the fire of the forge or by age, but by cold venom. While gathering firewood, a venomous snake bit him, bringing his journey to an end. He died suffocating on the way to the hospital. Death was not the end, but the prelude to a new beginning. /-/ The universe of A Song of Ice and Fire and its characters belong exclusively to George R.R. Martin

What if you got to born countless time just to find out your goal and reason. Chen Jun the chief general of deity got to eliminated from heaven for creating a chaos in both heaven and earth, for his beloved man. Then the punishment of God made him bear a hellish riddle of life in earth.

In 2018, at the height of the digital age, humanity believed it had mastered the world. Data replaced belief. Protocols claimed to explain everything. Democracies spoke of control. Then, what should never have returned answered. The collapse did not come in silence — it was broadcast, debated, and denied until it could no longer be ignored. Institutions fell, leaders collapsed, and a world fractured by ambition was divided. From the chaos rose the 24 Empires, ruled by beings the world would come to know as the Celestial Sovereigns. There are no nations left. Only territories shaped by divine will, where each empire imposes its law, its faith, and its war. Decades later, humanity endures amid fragile alliances, hidden conflicts, and thrones raised upon ruins — both digital and sacred. Now, as even the gods begin to move beyond their thrones, the true fate of the world is about to be claimed. This story is originally written in Portuguese and is being translated into English. I appreciate your understanding and feedback to keep the story faithful to its original version.

Rowen has no name, no family, and no magic. In a world where power defines your future, he’s already lost. The Awakening is his one chance to be chosen by the Path and escape his dead-end life running a forgotten shop. But when the crystal touches his skin, it reveals nothing... and yet, something ancient stirs within. Mana vanishes from his body. Visions haunt him. And buried deep in his soul, a relic from a past life begins to awaken. Forgotten by the world. Bound to something greater. Will he become another nobody — or the world’s greatest outlier?

Born a prince of Manderana, he was never meant to live. On the night of his birth, the stars vanished, the moon disappeared, and the artifact of selection shattered—declaring his affinity as dark magic, a path unfit for a king. Spared from execution only by mercy, he was sentenced to exile. At the age of four, the unwanted prince was sent to the North—a land of monsters, demons, and endless war—armed with nothing but dangerous survival techniques and a monthly allowance that would end when he turned fifteen. No blessings. No hidden talents. No destiny written in his favor. Only observation, adaptation, and the will to live. This is not the story of a chosen hero. It is the story of a child who learned how to survive— and what that survival would eventually cost the world.

Crossing over into Dragon Ball, I became the weak Namekian, Dende. I met Frieza right at the start, and one wrong move meant death! Fortunately, I obtained a system that returned battle power for saving people. …Zarbon, don't die yet, I'll save you! Alright, Zarbon, you're okay! Now… dare to touch my people, go die! …“Frieza, don’t die yet, I’ll save you! Give you a chance to act tough.” “Frieza, you can't handle the opportunity I gave you.” …“Cell Games? Then let's have some fun.” …Training? Training is good! You have to make me stronger, preferably to the point of near death. Don't worry, I'm here! I'm afraid of you getting stronger? If you don't get stronger, how can I get stronger?

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!