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Transmigrated into the world of Coiling Dragon, Locke arrived just as the First Faith War was beginning. With an affinity only for the Water element, he had no choice but to focus primarily on survival. Starting with the most basic spell, Water Mist Technique, he gradually unraveled the profound mysteries of the Law of Illusionary fog, setting himself on a path dominated by illusion magic.

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them? This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why? Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind. Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race. From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons. But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race. Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath. Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world. *** If you liked the story, please support it with power stones and comments! The story now has a Discord server. Please visit it to see character art by me and the community. https://discord.gg/CPJXDj6Adg *** You can contact me at Discord at any time Alen_Tanor#1599 And last. Please don't forget to leave a review, it really helps!

Hajin was dumped in the border slums for a simple reason: he was a summoner who couldn't summon. He had no talent and now, no family name as well. He lived like that for years years, surviving on scraps and waiting for a miracle that never came. But that all changed when he kills a monster he was never supposed to beat, activating a dormant blood inside him that is linked back to the goddess of reincarnation. With his bloodline awakened and summoning power now working, he begins pulling female souls from the veil as he grows stronger to revive the goddess that was killed. Join the discord: https://discord.gg/detpaMXaG9

Let’s be honest. You’ve probably read a hundred stories like this before. Guy gets a system out of nowhere. A cheat appears. Some mysterious force decides to gift him power like it’s a free trial. Yeah… that one. This is not that. Because instead of receiving a system… He built one. With his own hands. Inside his own body. And no, this has never happened before. Not even once in history. This is the first system ever created. Not gifted. Not found. Not stolen. Made. His name is Shadow. Yes, it sounds like he’s trying too hard. No, he didn’t choose it. Blame his family for that one. At sixteen, he did something insane. He successfully installed a system inside himself using forbidden rune theory and logic that most people would reject immediately just by hearing it. And somehow… It worked. Now here’s where things get interesting. Infinite mana. That means he doesn’t run out of energy. Ever. No limits. No exhaustion. No “you’re out of mana” warnings. But don’t get excited yet—he still has to actually learn how to use it properly. So right now, it’s less “overpowered invincible mode” and more “unlimited fuel inside a machine he hasn’t finished building.” “Oh cool, a system.” No. He made it. “Oh cool, quests and leveling.” Yes—but this one answers to him. “Oh cool, one million beast cores requirement.” Yes. And his reaction was very simple: “…You’re joking.” In this world, people are born with limits. One element. One path. One destiny. Shadow looked at all of that and decided something very simple: “I’m not doing that.” Now let’s clear something up. He is NOT overpowered at the start. He is NOT invincible. But he is something far more dangerous: A person building the thing that will eventually make him unstoppable. He is smart. The kind of smart that turns impossible theories into reality just because he thought about them long enough. He is calm. The kind of calm that usually shows up right before something goes very wrong for everyone else. And he is observant enough to turn everything he sees into something useful later. Now about people. Some fear him. Some try to understand him. And some realize too late that they never even existed on the same level of “understanding” as him in the first place. And then there are others… Especially women. Some find him hard to read. Some find him strangely attention-grabbing without knowing why. And some realize, even without meaning to, that their eyes linger longer than they should. Not because he is trying to charm anyone. But because something about him simply pulls attention without asking for permission. He doesn’t chase it. It just happens. So yeah. This is a story about Shadow. The guy who didn’t receive a system. He created one. And now the world is going to find out exactly what that means. Unfortunately for everyone else… That discovery won’t be gentle.

Reborn into the world of Pokémon, Silas quickly realizes one thing; This world belongs to the strong. The League controls the surface. Team Rocket controls the shadows. And the weak? They get crushed in between. So Silas makes his choice. He joins Team Rocket… not to serve, but to learn. To grow. To take what he needs. Because one day, he won’t be following orders. He’ll be giving them. And when that day comes, even Team Rocket will have to acknowledge the rise of a new order.

​Liam grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his piercing green eyes. ​"Why do you smell like my brother, Scarlett?" he demanded. ​My heart pounded against my ribs, but I stayed silent. My refusal to speak only fueled his anger. ​"I am your mate," he growled, his grip tightening. ​What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one. I was mated to all three brothers—and none of them knew they were sharing me. ​Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room. ​"Liam? Are you in there?" ​It was Leo. ​Panic flashed across Liam’s face. He looked at the door, then back at me. He couldn't let his brother see me like this—half-naked and pressed against the wall. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the bathroom. Before I could say a word, he turned the shower on full blast to drown out any sound I might make. BLURB I am fated to three men who want me dead. ​To the pack, I am the Rogue’s daughter. To Liam, Leon, and Leo, I am a mistake that should never have existed. The day I discovered I was the fated mate of all three brothers, I realized it wasn’t a blessing. It was a death sentence. ​They hate me. They believe my parents betrayed the pack and killed their mother, our Luna, and the shame of being tied to me burns their pride. None of them know the others share the same bond, and each one secretly plans to reject me and erase the connection forever. ​So I begged for time. Three months to strengthen my wolf so I can survive the pain of a triple rejection without dying. They agreed. ​But as the days pass, the hatred begins to warp into something darker—and far more possessive. ​"I was the first to kiss her," Liam brags. "I took her virginity," Leo yells out loudly. "She will love me first," Leon responds angrily. ​I roll her eyes and stomps my foot, my heart breaking even as my blood thrums with their possession. "I hate you! All of you!!" ​The secret is finally out. All three brothers know I belong to them. But instead of rejecting me and ending my misery... they refuse to share me. ​How do I survive three Alphas who would rather tear the pack apart than let another brother touch what is theirs? Especially when a dark prophecy is prophesied against the bond. ​Note: This is Book Two of Fated to Not Just One but Three. It can be read as a standalone, as it follows the story of their sons. ​PS: Three chapters are updated daily.

They said she didn’t belong. In the Grimridge Pack, your mate is your proof of worth. Sable has none. Scentless. Defective. A flaw the pack refuses to accept. When Adrian reaches for her, she believes—just for a moment—that she’s finally been chosen. Until he rejects her. Publicly. But while the pack turns its back on her, someone else has been watching. Cassian. Ruthless. Untouchable. The most feared Alpha in the territory. He doesn’t reject her. He claims her.

What if someone from our world transmigrates into Laenor Velaryon from ASOIAF/HOTD??? He has the powers of Percy Jackson. The powers from the son of Sea God Poseidon, what would be changed in the timeline of Dance of Dragons?? Read to find out If you like my work here. Do not forget to support me on Patreon. There are also advanced chapters available on Patreon. Here is my profile, patreon.com/c/Daeranyx_Drakonar

For niche readers. Seo Jin was in a dire situation having no choice, he decided to rob a stranger. The stranger, So jeo a mafia who could have killed him instantly on the spot after being threatened by a desperate fool. Instead, he offers Seo Jin a contract to become his bodyguard. With his mother trapped by abusive relatives and nowhere else to go, Seo Jin accepts and is pulled into the dangerous underground world. But after agreeing to the deal, secrets about Seo Jin’s life slowly begin to unravel especially the truth about the father he has never met. A mafia BL story about a top bodyguard MC and a powerful mafia boss. ******** Support this author with Golden tickets, Gifts, power stone and coins. 100 Golden tickets/power stone- 1 bonus chapter. Golden castle- 2 bonus chapter

Football × Midfield Artistry × Explosive Creativity × Devastating Skills × System Awakening Fearless and inspired, Leo Lin arrives at a struggling Liverpool at the exact moment the club desperately needs rebirth. The road to revival is brutal—but the young prodigy never backs down. Before long, Leo Lin rises above an entire generation of legends, becoming the most extraordinary midfielder of his era. Beckham: “Seventy-one percent of the Earth is water. The rest belongs to Leo Lin.” Matthäus: “I’ve never seen a midfielder this complete.” Gerrard: “Leo Lin’s long shots are pure art.” Lampard: “Every midfield scoring record I held was broken by him. He’s a true killer.” Maradona: “In terms of control and flair, Lin is even more dangerous than me.” Yaya Touré: “The strongest box-to-box midfielder? It’s Leo Lin.” That season, the fearless rookie steps into Liverpool’s engine room and restores the club to its former glory. From the moment he debuts, Leo Lin evolves into a heavy-artillery all-round midfielder—unlocking devastating long shots, relentless pressing, masterful control, and god-tier creativity. He can surge forward and tear defenses apart. He can drop back and defend like an octopus. Whenever Leo Lin dominates the pitch—attacking, defending, doing everything—fans can’t help but believe: Whoever gets Leo Lin, conquers the world.

I am Alina Graves. My whole life I was taught to be invisible. Omega. Orphan. Servant. I scrubbed floors in Blackthorn Castle while the alphas feasted, and lowered my eyes when they passed by. I knew: survival meant silence. But on the night of the Blood Moon, fate decided otherwise. I was thrust into the sacred circle in place of the ailing bride. And the bond struck—like lightning to the chest. My mate is Kael Blackthorn, the future Alpha King, whose name is whispered with fear across all the lands of England. He did not want an omega on the throne. He publicly rejected me before the entire pack. Called me a mistake. The humiliation burned hotter than fire. But at night, he came. Claimed me as his. Secretly. Cruelly. Without choice. Now, every glance from him is a brand. Every order is a chain. Every whisper in the castle corridors hints that my blood hides an ancient power capable of destroying the entire kingdom. I was meant to remain broken. But if fate made a mistake in choosing me for him—I will make the world bleed for that mistake.

The moment I opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn't dead. However, I was no longer in my own world. I wasn't in the underworld, any kind of heaven, or a strange afterlife. I was inside a novel I had only heard about in passing. It was a fantasy story that my subordinates always talked about. It was the story of a regular person who entered the body of the 12th prince and embarked on a journey to become heir to the throne of the Emberfield Kingdom and, eventually, the hero of the world. Throughout that journey, the 12th prince encounters mystical creatures who become his allies, assembles a motley crew of warriors, forms alliances with various kingdoms, fights against an evil organization intent on destroying the world, and even becomes the hero known to everyone across all three continents. Whenever my subordinates updated me on the story, I often heard them jokingly wish they could get hit by a truck, enter the book, become the 12th prince, and finally live out such a fairy-tale-like story instead of suffering in the real world. I always laughed and told them that the more they wished for it to happen to them, the more likely it was to happen to somebody else who didn't even want it, so instead of wishing for nonsense, they should get back to work. And as if my words were a curse- When I died, I was the one sent into the book. But the problem was… I wasn't sent into the body of the 12th prince who becomes the hero of 3 continents! I was sent into the body of the illegitimate 13th prince, an EXTRA who died within the very first chapter that had been summarized to me. As I stared at the king, the queen, concubines, and half-siblings, all wishing for his death, I only had one thought. Once I made it out of this situation, I needed to amass enough money and power to protect myself, figure out why and how I had been brought into the story, and live a peaceful and fruitful life away from all the incidents that were sure to happen if I couldn't find a way home. As for what would happen to the kingdom and the rest of the world? It had absolutely nothing to do with me. Let the 12th prince handle it just like he had in the story. I planned on living my own life.

Even if you’ve never watched The Walking Dead, you can still enjoy this story! 【Realistic Apocalypse + The Walking Dead Setting + Independent Protagonist】 【Base Building + Survival + Adventure | 】 After transmigrating into the world of The Walking Dead, she becomes the younger sister of Leah from the Reapers—someone who was supposed to die before even appearing in the story. Calista seems to have drawn the worst possible script… a doomed background character. But that’s fine. The situation is still salvageable. The first thing she does after waking up? Cling to the Reapers and secure their protection. While Rick’s group is still struggling with questions of morality and humanity, Calista is already rebuilding order through sheer force. The Governor dares to provoke her? Bombard him. The Whisperers? Erase them. The Commonwealth and CRM? Move aside. Rick stares at his shabby camp in confusion. “Why is everyone running to her side?” Negan flicks the blood off Lucille as the gates of Rock Fortress slowly open behind him. “Damn… because following her means you actually thrive.” Starting with the Reapers as her foundation, Calista rises from a winery stronghold to become a ruler of the apocalypse. From the United States… all the way to Europe. The original plot? Just a reference. From today onward, my territory will define the order of the new world. 【The protagonist is not a saint. She won’t follow or assist Rick’s group blindly. Their paths will cross, but she will build her own empire.】 (No system. Just the realistic rise of an ordinary person in the apocalypse.)

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

This is my first Novel, so please take leniency towards my writing. Synopsis: Dante was a regular 16-year-old, he went to school, played games, and did all of the regular stuff a kid his age should be doing. Yet, one night. "Dude, I know you said we can't end this on a loss, but it's been 28 hours. I'm tired, I'm sleep deprived, and we haven't been able to win a battle in hours." Dante groaned. "Come on! One last attempt and then you can go take your nap." his friend cheered. Dante reluctantly agreed and popped another energy drink, not knowing that this might be his last, as later on he suffered from a heart attack. *** "AAAAAAH!" A Torturous scream resounded through a dark room. Dante was disoriented and confused, he didn't know in what situation he had found himself in, but hearing the shout he knew it wasn't a good one. ––– Precautions before reading: -There will be a lot of cursing involved. -Mc may act dumb at times but is not completely brainless.

I woke up as an extra in a famous novel. Before I could even panic, a system window appeared. [Mission: Confess to Myles Cortez.] [Favorability: -10] [Time Remaining: 30 minutes] [Penalty: Death] Myles Cortez, the final villain of the story. Apparently, if I want to live, I have to seduce him. Easy, right? ... Wrong. "You think you can back out now?" His fingers tightened behind my head, eyes dark. "Blake, you confessed to me every day with that smile." ...I may have seduced him a little too well.

Two halves of a newborn god opened their eyes in the void—Black and White, each a reflection of the being they complete. "Wake up!" the Black half said in a toneless voice. "Stop yelling. I'm awake," the White replied in the same flat tone. "Tsk, then why do we feel nothing at all?" Black asked, eyeing the blank figure before them. "Because… nothing is what we are," White answered. The realm fell silent, the two infants facing one another—until the Black half laughed. "Haha, good. After all, nothing cannot be killed… nothing cannot be owned… it can only consume." "Or be consumed…" White murmured, but the Black only laughed again. “Let them try,” Black said. “They have no idea what our art will become.” ---- In a verse where power shapes reality itself.... Where Gods, Constellations, Devils, and horrors battle for the Throne of Existence—a new god is born. A being who is not only shaped by the world, but who reflects it. A canvas that absorbs power itself, feeding on the force that drives existence. Power.

SEASON ONE – Heroes of Avangard: War of the Celestianites All Don wants is to be a real hero—and not embarrass himself. When an ancient prophecy names Don as the key to Celestial’s Fight, he’s forced into a deadly journey across Avangard, battling the realm’s most dangerous beasts. At the end of it stands King Dreadixz, ruthless ruler of the Lunaranites. If Don defeats him, Avangard is saved—and Don earns the right to become King of the Celestianites. But Dreadixz has one goal: break the prophecy by killing Don. Because without the prophecy leader, the prophecy would seize to exist, letting him capture the Lost Key for himself once he finds it. Meanwhile, Dark Don searches for a forgotten promise—Silicia’s last words—without realizing how closely it’s tied to Don’s fate. With only Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, and Archie by his side, Don must decide who he’s trying to impress—and what it truly means to be a hero. Because being chosen doesn’t make you one. Standing up does.

The rating just came out and will likely rise. Hunter x Hunter fanfiction, [no romantic pairing], [slow burn], [not part of the main characters' group]. Leo, unexpectedly transported to the world of Hunter x Hunter, inherited the legacy of an ancient civilization. He can infinitely enhance his physical body. Feeling the continuous flow of power within him, Leo confidently declared: "I wonder if I can withstand the old man's nuclear Bomb!" Set a small goal: stand at the very top of the enhancement categories!