mystery

in the cultivation world only strong one survived and weaker one serve the stronger one what happen to he can moved on or he choose another path.

He was born without a name and given one at fourteen. Now, at twenty, Vincent Wolfgang hunts monsters for a living in a city of gaslight and rot, armed with a Soul Truth that lets him name things into certainty and erase them into nothing. It should be enough. It would be enough, if something vast and patient weren't using the city's shadows as a drawing board, and if his power weren't pointed at a question older than civilization

Reality is breaking. The first time Adrian Vale noticed this, he thought he was losing his mind. Moments rewind. Time fractures. Events reset. People move like broken recordings. Then he finds his own corpse. The future version of Adrian delivers a chilling warning: He will destroy the world. In every timeline, Adrian becomes the strongest anomaly in existence, a living glitch capable of rewriting reality itself. But someone is guiding this disaster from the shadows, pushing him toward the same fate. And in every future, one person must die to save humanity. The girl he loves. Refusing to accept this, Adrian sets out to master the glitches, uncover the hidden Architect, and find a future where no one has to be sacrificed. Even if it means becoming the monster everyone fears. Because the closer he gets to the truth… the more dangerous he becomes. --------------- I'll release a bonus chapter every week for every 300 Power Stones I receive ;)

What if the dead ruled the world? and the livings are slaves. But someone refused to take the fate...

They gave me a curse so I could never cultivate. They killed my mother to steal her power. They killed my father and called it justice. They laughed at me, beat me, and called me "Cursed Trash." But on the night they came to finish me off — the curse awakened. It was never a curse. It was my mother's final gift — the power to devour the Dao of Gods themselves. Every enemy I defeat, I grow stronger. Every God who stands in my way becomes my stepping stone. Sect Master, Immortals, Gods, the Void Sovereign himself — I will devour them all. My name is Ye Chen. And I don't cultivate. I Devour.

This book is dedicated to the loving memory of my late father, Mr. P. Gunasekaran. I believe he would be proud of me as this book reaches the hearts of people. Believe in yourself. Never give up. Madhu Krishnan has always trusted her instincts—until one night, they lead her straight into danger. When a rogue wolf appears in the heart of New York, fear follows. But Madhu senses something no one else can: the beast is calling her name. As secrets unravel and ancient magic awakens, Madhu must decide how far she’s willing to go to save a man trapped between worlds. Because loving him may cost her everything—and walking away may destroy them both. When everyone else saw a monster, Madhu saw the man she was destined to protect. As a violent wolf threatens to tear everything apart, a gifted witch steps forward—guided not by fear, but by an unbreakable pull of the heart. In a world where magic is hidden and beasts are hunted, Madhu must choose between survival and love. Because some bonds are recognized not by sight or reason, but by the soul—and once awakened, they demand everything.

SYPNOSIS: In the streets of Montmartre, a nameless young man with long white hair lives like a shadow, with no memory of his past. He feels nothing and remembers nothing, yet his body moves like someone trained for danger. When a strange coin falls into his hand, flashes of old past memories begin to disturb his empty mind. But who is he really–and, why does it feel like his forgotten past is slowly chasing him?

Set in late medieval England, 1457, thirteen-year-old Roald dreams of crafting steam-powered water vessels far beyond his village’s imagination. His world changes forever when a man in a strange mechanical cart—who calls himself a boatmaker—arrives and takes Roald as his apprentice, bringing him to the distant kingdom of Dillaclor. But Dillaclor is not the kingdom the boatmaker remembers. Beneath its altered streets and shifting loyalties, a hidden figure pulls the strings of power. As Roald is drawn deeper into court politics, dangerous alliances, and mechanical innovation, he must decide what kind of craftsman—and what kind of man—he will become before the kingdom is quietly dismantled from within.

The blood on the blade feels real. The grief of betrayal feels real. But for Subject 017, the pain is nothing more than a metric designed to test his breaking point. ​Thrust into a violent realm of magic and steel, he is a deliberate anomaly. Stripped of the supernatural gifts granted to everyone else, he was programmed to be a tragic casualty in a war-torn kingdom. That was the script. But he refuses to play along. Weaponizing his own physical limits through ruthless tactical brilliance and a grueling, lung-shredding discipline, he sparks a rebellion and begins winning a war he was explicitly designed to lose. ​Then, the cracks in reality begin to show. ​A momentary freeze in the middle of a siege. A sky that flickers to reveal a cold, white grid. Crimson system warnings hovering like ghosts over the battlefield. Subject 017 realizes a horrifying truth: his universe is not a world at all. It is a digital sandbox, an endless, cruel experiment managed by unseen overseers known only as the Architects. ​His victories aren't saving the kingdom—they are corrupting the simulation's data. ​Now, the overseers are initiating a deletion protocol to wipe the broken environment clean and reset his memory for the next twisted game. Subject 017 refuses to be erased again. Turning his rebellion away from false kings and tyrannical lords, he points his blade at the sky itself. ​In a desperate race against the collapsing fabric of his own existence, he must exploit the very glitches tearing his world apart. It is no longer a fight for a throne. It is a brutal, calculated scramble to hack his way out, shatter the cycle of resets, and finally wake up.

​Most heroes get chosen by destiny. Shunya got bought by a cosmic loan shark. ​On the dying planet of Blood-Stone, being a 'Zero' means your life is worth less than dirt. Shunya willingly shatters his own ribs every day just to earn three copper coins for his mother’s medicine. But when the cruel world pushes him to the brink of death, he binds himself to a cursed Black Locket, expecting a magical savior. ​What he gets is the 'Abyssal Vault'—a ruthless cosmic moneylender. ​[Emergency Loan Approved: 10 Life-Units.] [Interest Rate: 100% Daily.] [Collateral: Host's Heartbeat. Defaulting will result in immediate termination.] ​There are no free stats here. Three minutes of superhuman strength? That costs 5 years of his lifespan. Fusing a broken bone? That’s another debt. The System demands he become a monster, harvesting the lives of his enemies just to pay his daily installments. ​But as Shunya bleeds his way up from the slums, uncovering the devastating secrets of the '16 Divine Fires' and a white-eyed girl, he realizes something dangerous. He doesn't just want to clear his debt anymore. He wants to bankrupt the universe that made him suffer. ​They called him a Zero. But even the gods will soon learn... the count always starts from Zero.

Alaina escapes to New York desperate for a fresh start—new job, new apartment, and a vow to never fall into another dangerous relationship. But all her careful plans shatter when she crosses paths with Aaron, a magnetic stranger whose dark intensity pulls her in from the moment their eyes meet. What should have been a single night of reckless passion becomes something she can’t walk away from—and something he refuses to let go.

That day the sun set and never rose again...

"Magic is not a miracle. It is a language. And you are pronouncing it wrong." I incarnated into this frail human vessel for a simple purpose: Observation. ​It was a miscalculation. ​I woke up in a dystopia where "Mages" have forgotten the true nature of power. They treat the 70 Names of the Creation like blunt instruments. They are stuck in the Circle of Concepts, drawing shapes in the dirt, unaware that the Sphere of Gods even exist. ​Now, I am trapped in a mortal body that burns calories like a furnace every time I speak a Truth. ​The Magic: While they struggle with simple shapes, I calculate with infinite precision. I don't cast spells; I define reality. ​The Progression: The world has lost the path to the Sphere of Gods. I am the only one who remembers the way back up. ​The Burden: I accidentally acquired a traumatized child soldier as my "Luggage." I keep him around solely because he is the only thing that soothes my divine headache. ​Armed with nothing but a cheap suit, a fountain pen, and a perfect understanding of the world, I am going to teach them a lesson. ​"The Universe was built on 70 Names. You only remember 69."

Ratelsi lives in a world transformed by the Neo Opus energy storm, a world that shuns her kind. As runners, she and her best friend, Timoth were tasked with a routine delivery that goes sideways when they uncover an unexpected contraband. This small, unassuming package pulls blurs the lines between right and wrong, leaving Ratelsi to confront who she is, decide how she must live and if she's willing to fight for a world that may never accept her.

Hillcrest Academy: a college where chaos rules, discipline is a joke, and the Devil Trio—the untouchable sons of powerful families—do whatever they want. For years, no principal has lasted. Until Dr. Adrian Cole arrives. Calm, calculated, and unshaken, he doesn’t fight with brute force—he observes, plans, and applies pressure in ways no one expects. The students think they can break him. They are about to find out they’re the ones being tested. One man. A lawless academy. And a silent war that will change everything.

The elevator isn't supposed to stop on the fourth floor. there IS no fourth floor. and yet — there he was. stepping out of a hallway that shouldn't exist, looking at me like he'd been expecting me, telling me I didn't see anything before disappearing around a corner. plot twist: he lives three doors down. Luca is infuriating. Evasive. Annoyingly attractive in that unfair, completely-unaware-of-it way. He never answers a question directly and somehow that's worse than if he just lied to my face. I'm a nursing student. I notice things. I ask questions. I don't let things go. He should've picked a different building. Because I'm going to find out what's on that floor. Even if it means finding out everything about him first.

Title: Formula Jet: Fly or Die Genre: Racing, Dark Psychology, Romance, Sports Drama, Action Formula Jet racing is a brutal dance in the skies, where jets scream at 400 miles per hour, shattering g-forces and defying death itself. Across twenty races, twenty teams, each with two pilots, battle for the 2027 World Championship title. Safety is an illusion; carbon fiber cockpits and AI telemetry crumble when a split-second mistake turns a jet into a fireball. Winning is everything, a war cry, a religion, a hunger that consumes all. Maverick and James Hunt, rival pilots, are locked in a season-long duel, their hearts ablaze with raw emotion. Maverick, a three-time champion, races with relentless precision, his soul fueled by an unyielding need to stand atop the podium. James, the “mad pilot,” drives with reckless abandon, his eyes fixed on a fourth title, despising loss more than death itself. Their rivalry is a storm of anger, obsession, respect, and unspoken desire. Beneath the fire of competition lies a dangerous emotional tension neither of them dares to name. The season pulses with intensity. In Dubai, their jets clash mid-air, sparks flying as they weave through cloud canyons, leaving the crowd breathless. In Monaco, a daring overtake ignites fury, their pit-lane confrontation sharper than any crash. In Tokyo’s rain-soaked hangar, a lingering glance reveals a fragile connection, a silent acknowledgment of shared loneliness. Maverick sacrifices rest for relentless training, his body aching but unbowed. James, haunted by the specter of failure, spirals into a dark psychological battle, pushing his jet to the edge as debris scatters in a near-fatal miss. Every race is a gamble with death, jets slicing between skyscrapers, engines roaring, the air thick with scorched titanium. Triumph is fleeting; defeat leaves scars that run deeper than flesh. The final race at the Circuit of the Stars unfolds under a crimson sky, the championship points tied, their jets dueling inches apart. A mid-air collision sends shrapnel flying, the world holding its breath. For Maverick, the podium is an altar. For James, it is immortality. “Winning isn’t a word,” James declares, “it’s a story etched into our being.” As the finish line burns ahead, only one can claim the title. But in the wreckage of ambition and desire, both must confront the truth: victory may crown a champion, but obsession always demands a price. Formula Jet: Fly or Die is a high-octane saga of speed and sacrifice, where rivalry blurs into romance and ambition teeters on the edge of destruction. In a sport where fear is weakness and love is distraction, Maverick and James chase legacy through fire and sky, knowing that in Formula Jet, you either fly… or you die.

Having crossed over into a world of Chaos and Order, brimming with all manner of bizarre items, Qiu Tu discovered he had actually slept with a VIP’s mistress... Since he had already been discovered, might as well... go with the flow? Strengthening his power, cultivating his influence, unearthing beautiful... and powerful subordinates, he steadily climbed to the peak of this world! Cataclysmic abilities and strange items included: the Cihuang Stone that could erase one's impression from others' hearts; a mythical beast's head that could summon storms with a kiss; a piggy bank that could store emotions; a reversal potion that increased Favorability when hitting someone, and so on... -------

Kai read a novel about a kingdom on the brink of ruin, ruled by the enigmatic King Vladimir Leousi. In the next sequence, Kai awoke inside a corpse, seated upon a throne with a perfect hole carved through his skull. As the late King Vladimir Leousi, yet against all reason, the dead king breathed again. Two minds stirred beneath one mind: a bewildered, lost soul and a young monarch whose keen instincts refused to die. Kai found himself granted a miracle no mortal should possess: the authority to summon the Incarnations of the Ten Legions and harness them to reclaim a kingdom teetering on the edge of destruction, besieged by the undead, divine beings, and the fanatical Holy Churches. Ruling a kingdom from his throne as an imposter king, can the inexperienced Kai rebuild the Kingdom of Imperia and return to his world? Or will this crown of deceit become his grave? Note: 1. The cover is a placeholder, it will be updated into a more appropriate one in the future.

For centuries, supernatural beings—vampires, Wendigos, werewolves, and worse—have lurked in the shadows, preying on humanity. To fight back, a secret order of hunters known as Reapers was forged, their bloodlines fused with the power of beasts to hunt and destroy these creatures. Jace Warren is no ordinary Reaper—because he has walked this path before. Thousands of years ago, he was a hunter feared for his cunning, ruthlessness, and boundless ambition. But power breeds fear, and in the name of peace, his own brother—the head of the Warren family—betrayed him. Anticipating treachery, Jace had prepared a forbidden spell—a final contingency to ensure his return. Now, after millennia, he awakens to find that nothing has changed. The Reapers still hunt in the shadows, but the real war has never been against the creatures they were sworn to destroy. It has always been among themselves. Politics, betrayals, and power struggles are what killed him before, and they still dictate the fates of hunters today. Families scheme, alliances shift, and trust is as dangerous as any weapon. Jace remembers everything. He has not forgotten the enemies who turned on him, nor has he abandoned his ambitions. But the world has grown more treacherous, and something unseen stirs in the darkness—something even the Reapers refuse to acknowledge. If Jace is to reclaim what was lost, he must navigate a battlefield where daggers are drawn long before the hunt begins. Because this time, he refuses to be the prey. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com as well.