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In an interview after the Saffron City incident, Damian calmly denies “beating Champions into the hospital” and calls Cynthia’s “abduction” a love story—then casually reveals she’s pregnant and not returning as Sinnoh’s Champion. World Setting: A fusion of the games, anime, and Adventures manga. Giovanni’s characterization draws from both the games and the Adventures manga. For exclusive access to advance chapters and more, visit the author's Patreon page at patreon.com/PokemonStoryWeaver

This is the simplified version of legend of the northern blade.

Long ago, when the world was still young and the skies bled fire, there was no peace, only ruin, silence, and ash. The land devoured kindness, and cruelty ruled. In this age of sorrow, three souls rose from the dust, each fleeing something lost, each carrying wounds deeper than the skin. Mavie came from the east, born in the heart of the Rucruthian Empire. A child of war, she was raised by blades and blood, praised for killing before she knew what peace was. They called her the Blade Unweeping. But one night, after seeing the pleading eyes of a dying child, she broke her sword and vanished into the wild. Aurelia was locked away in a western tower, daughter to a duke who wished she hadn’t been born. Forgotten by her kin, she found magic in old books and the whispers of walls. She spoke the ancient word "Ish’larein", Forget me, and walked into freedom, unseen and unlooked-for. Theron Alaric Vexar simply arrived. Crowned in twigs, barefoot, and smiling, he wandered from village to village, misfortune trailing him like a shadow. No one believed he had ever ruled, but he carried grief like one who’d seen whole kingdoms fall. In a hidden valley, the three built no throne, no castle. Only a place for the weary. Mavie raised homes from stone. Aurelia calmed the earth with spell and ink. Theron made the children laugh. People came, broken but breathing, and the land became a name: Jamíar Éllion. The First Dream. They did not know yet what they had made. Only that they no longer had to run.

Dominion. Power. Influence. These are the Virtues, represented by the three Clans, that govern our world. Dolly Clan, Virtue of Dominion, Thrago Clan, Virtue of Power, and Soro Clan, Virtue of Influence; these three Great Clans stand as the ruling Giants of our world: mighty, strong and absolute. Their commands are unquestioned, their control omnipotent, and their prestige, irrefutable. With a sheer will of iron that will force the world and reality to bend, who will master all three Virtues, conquer the Clans and reach the pinnacle and beyond of what it means to be human? Who will ascend above all to become the Crown? To become the God... to a lost and Godless world. (Disclaimer: This is my first time writing a story over 5 chapters long with such complex power systems, characters and large world. English also isn't my first language, still, i'll try my best and i hope you enjoy and follow along to the end) (Updates at the end of every week!)

Every person is born different; all of creation has a hundred faces. Some are born foolish, some are born wise. Some are extraordinarily gifted, while others are hopelessly mediocre. Yi Beidou was born a demon. But he was lucky. He met his master, Hong Datong, who taught him the "Free Heart Technique." With 7 needles in his body for 20 years, he has finally been able to control himself. "For twenty years, I kept my head bowed and my nature restrained. Today, I can finally raise my eyes to see the world and truly be myself."

Adeline Valois was a broken Omega because of a lifetime of abuse. Following her mother’s death, her father’s remarriage introduced a stepmother and stepsister who stripped Adeline of her dignity, forcing her to live as a servant in her own house. When the call for a royal bride arrived, she was discarded, traded like a burden to the one man in Valdaria whose name alone could chill the blood of the bravest warriors. Gideon Knightley, the kingdom’s eldest prince, was the legendary "Golden Alpha." Though his title suggested brilliance, his reputation was one of ruthless wickedness. Yet, a darker secret loomed: Gideon was cursed, and the price of that curse would be paid in blood by the woman who won his heart. No high-ranking family would dare gamble their daughter’s life on his volatile nature, leaving Adeline to be offered up like a sacrificial lamb to a wolf. However, the kingdom’s expectations were shattered the moment they met. A dark, possessive obsession took root in Gideon’s cold heart, transforming the predator into a protector. He vowed to become a mate whose singular devotion would be whispered of for centuries. Adeline, who had spent a lifetime fearing the chains of marriage, found herself falling for a man who did not just offer his hand but surrendered his entire soul to her, demanding nothing in return but her presence. ~~~~ "I am a broken Omega, Prince," she blurted out. "And your mother... She cares for you. She only suggested a way to protect you from whatever curse you carry. I simply saw a chance for the freedom I've never been allowed to have." Gideon spun on his heels with predatory speed. His hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he surged forward, drawing her so close that even the air between them vanished. "No one cares for me," he hissed, his eyes burning with a dark, golden fire. "You think I am a fool, don't you? You placed your trust in the Luna Queen after a single meeting, yet you could not bring yourself to trust my words. Freedom? That is a word you will forget. I am going to show you exactly what happens when you listen to others, especially that woman."

Asteria loved to dream. After all, she was named after a titan goddess in mythology to do with prophetic dreams. But in this world, her hobby of daydreaming could turn into her worst nightmare. Literally. Will she be able to continue this charade or will she conquer her nightmares and continue dreaming?

Konoha Year 54. Konoha Anbu had two super geniuses. One was named Uchiha Itachi, the other was Akihara Kagura. One was the tool of the village, doing anything for Konoha except sparing his brother Uchiha Sasuke; The other claimed to be the village's tool, willing to do anything for Konoha, including Uchiha Itachi's brother Uchiha Sasuke.

Traveling through American Comics, Su Ming changes from an ordinary person to a world-famous mercenary and assassin. Just when he tries to get some information of this world, he encounters another Deathstroke.

[Warning: Explicit Adult Content And Dark Romance Themes, Violence, Bullying] “What would it take for you to kill a man?” For me… it didn’t take much. After years of being bullied, ignored, and broken down, I stopped waiting for things to get better. And something answered me. His name is Darius. He gave me power—enough to finally fight back. But the more I use it, the more I change. And the more I realize… Revenge was never the dangerous part. He was.

As a creator, Zheng Fan is naturally no stranger to the term 'transmigration,' but he has never truly expected it to happen to him. He is supposed to die in the hospital but finds himself lying in the bed. Beside his bed, a woman breaks into tears the moment she notices him waking up. "My lord, you're finally awake!" Looking at her and other residents in the house, Zheng Fan has been stunned. "So, in this world, it isn't just me. There are others... others... the main characters from my comics, those... Demon Lords!"

Ji Yunya died at eighteen, was reborn, and returned from Hell as a devil. ＊ Everyone said that the Ji Family's girl was gentle and graceful, beautiful and smart, elegant and refined, with a heart as delicate as an orchid and scholarship as impressive as her manners; she truly lived up to her reputation as the top socialite. "Ji Yunya, you’re nothing but a devil, how can there be someone as terrifying as you existing in this world? You black-hearted and corrupt wench, why don’t you just die..." The adopted daughter of her grandmother wished she could drink her blood and feast on her flesh. Because I've already died, haha, you're right, I’m a wicked ghost who crawled up from Hell. In my past life, I made a wedding dress for you, this life, I intend to take back everything that belongs to me, and by the way, crush you ruthlessly into the mud. "I should have strangled you the moment you were born, because you simply don’t deserve to live in this world, your blood is the filthiest thing on this planet…" Her biological father incessantly thought about how to kill her. Because my existence is the biggest shame in my father's life, but what can I do? I couldn’t choose where I was born, but I can choose how to live. Like a nail, I’ll be fiercely hammered into your heart. If I’m filthy, then what does that make you, the creator of me? "You're a freak, I'm going to call the police and have them lock you up in a mental hospital..." A little friend was filled with righteous indignation after accidentally seeing her true self. Shush, truly clever people know better than to speak out, because I can’t resist silencing them...permanently! My father is hypocritical, my grandmother feigns virtue, the mistress is venomous, and even her sister is courting death. Come one, come all, let’s settle our accounts, past and present! She's a noble socialite praised by everyone, a study goddess with off-the-charts intelligence, the ultimate idol with beauty and talent, a medical genius with a cool and wise mind… Her perfect acting could fool the whole world, yet those who hate her most know the truth—she is black-hearted, hypocritical, selfish, domineering, and madly obsessive. Look, this is the real her. ＊ Yan Song, the son of the mayor, poised and majestic, with an impressive and stunning presence, he is the dreamy youth every girl hides in her heart, as beautiful as jade and as fierce as the scorching sun. In public, he’s dashing and charming, in private, he’s cutting and sarcastic, arrogant and wild. A slam dunk photo of him from the basketball court went viral online, and netizens hailed him as the National School Hunk. Countless fans drooled over the only blurry photo of him available, calling him "hubby" with unrestrained joy. One day, the typically mysterious and low-key National School Hunk suddenly registered a Weibo account, and instantly masses of fans rushed there. ——I’m just here to say that I’m engaged and have a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée, so stop calling me your "hubby." It's reserved for her, and if you upset her, then I won’t be happy either. And if I’m not happy, no one will be. The fans refused to accept this, wailing, how could their idol already have a fiancée? And he’s so in love with her, that's just way too domineering... Ji Yunya: That's right, I am domineering. If you want to be my man, you have to be clean from top to bottom, inside and out, from your body to your name, even every strand of your hair must belong only to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to resist destroying it... Yan Song: My wife's obsession with cleanliness is incurable… But, I like it! From then on, a saying circulated in Jiangzhou, Master Yan dotes on his wife above all else. You can provoke anyone but Lady Yan, or else Master Yan will teach you how to be a person all over again in minutes. 1 vs 1, the tone of this work is pampering, pampering, pampering, written by someone with a fastidious streak, you get it, if you like it please bookmark it.

The empire encompassed endless twinkling stars, but in this dark and terrifying distant future, there were only endless wars. ...... Gu Hang became the governor of a wasteland planet, where previous governors had all been executed for failing to deliver the tithe on time. Monsters and Low Energy Storms rampaged, survivor factions schemed against each other, technological regression, low productivity, the resurgence of Evil Gods, Green Skin Orcs taking root and sprouting... "Don't panic just yet, let me check the panel below." [Military Tokens], [Heroes], [Technology], [Events]... Starting as the planetary governor, he would build fleets that traversed the Star Sea, suppressing all alien forms, heretics, traitors, and demons of chaos! Although I formed battle groups on my own, funded Battle Nuns, diverted the imperial tax, and disregarded deployment orders... I knew I was fiercely loyal! Traitors? This is clearly the Third Empire!

Hello, my name is Bologue Lazarus, a debtor. The wound on Bologue's face is healing at an observable speed. The blood remaining on his face flows back, and the skin is reattached, as if time is reversing. Faced with the terrified dying demon, he whispered. This is my "blessing", the "debt" I owe. Sixty-six years ago, with the end of the Scorched Earth Fury, Opus of Oath City rose from the ruins of the Holy City. Sixty-six years later, the Kagader Empire and Rhine Alliance, two colossal entities spanning the continent, are plotting another all-consuming war. Order Bureau, King's Secret Sword, Order of Truth, Corrupted Sect, All Secrets Order... existences hidden in the shadows of history, trying to join this grand celebration. Under the curtain, the devils enjoy the agony of mortals, taste the values offered, manipulate fate, and bestow curses and blessings. Gazing at the mortals who were originally kindred spirits, they loathe and slaughter each other...

A madman's journey up the towers. These are the ironclad rules of the Three Towers Game in the eyes of others: 1: Do not create killings in the Tower of Desire. The Tower of Desire is a tower full of love; please climb it with love. 2: Killing is the only pass for the Slaughter Tower. All creatures in the Slaughter Tower are enemies of humanity; do not try to communicate with the monsters. 3: Stay away from the Deceit Tower, and happiness will be abundant. These are the ironclad rules of the Three Towers Game in the eyes of Wen Xishu: 1: The Tower of Desire is full of sheep that won't kill. 2: The monsters in the Slaughter Tower are powerful and reliable, truly a camp of righteous fathers. 3: I absolutely love the Deceit Tower.

Nothing wounds a woman more deeply than betrayal. On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Camille Monroe was murdered. Her lifeless body was thrown into the ocean, still wearing the wedding gown she was meant to walk down the aisle in. The ones behind it were not strangers, but the people she trusted most—her fiancé and her half-sister. “I’m Camille Monroe… or perhaps I should say, Tessa Lynn Voss.” Once upon a time, she believed in love. She trusted it blindly, cherished it deeply, until it revealed itself as nothing more than a cruel illusion built on lies. “I loved you, Nancy… and this is how you repay me?” she had once asked, her voice breaking. Nancy only laughed. “Love? That nonsense? I call it entertainment.” That was the moment everything shattered. But death was not the end for Camille Monroe. Fate gave her something far more dangerous than mercy—a second chance. She woke up in a new body, a new identity… and a new life. Now she is Tessa Lynn Voss. Wealth. Power. Influence. Everything she once lacked is now at her fingertips. But beneath it all burns one purpose—revenge. Tessa is no longer the woman who begged to be loved. She is the storm born from betrayal. But fate is not done with her yet. She is bound in a marriage to a man she barely knows, already entangled with three mistresses—Claire, Monica, and Selena. None are willing to accept her quietly. Surrounded by jealousy, lies, and secrets, Tessa realizes her new life is not freedom—it is a battlefield. Because here, love is a cage… and family is the deadliest enemy. They thought Camille was gone forever. But she is back. And this time, she came to destroy them

Ayan lived a quiet life filled with routine, silence, and nothing to look forward to—except one thing. The virtual world of Aetherion. There, he met Aelira, a gentle NPC who felt more real than anyone he had ever known. She smiled, she remembered, and she cared in ways that didn’t feel programmed. Until one day… she spoke to him. Not to his character. To him. Thinking it was a glitch, Ayan stopped logging in. But her voice didn’t disappear. “Why didn’t you come?” And when he finally saw her in the real world— She pushed him. When Ayan opened his eyes again, he was no longer in his world. He was inside Aetherion. And waiting for him… was the girl who was never meant to know his name.

“For years I have tried to tell you I was innocent, and what did you do?” “Briar, please,” Cassian tried to say. “It’s not like that―” “Like what?” I spat. “Not like you’ve tormented me my whole life? Not like you’ve used me and tried to have me killed?” “There was a reason for it,” Rowan tried to say. His eyebrows were furrowed together tightly as he took a step forward. He reached for my hand, and I quickly stepped back. Hurt flashed across his eyes. “We didn’t know―” “Of course you didn’t,” I said with a humorless laugh. “All you did was listen to the lies Violet told you. Even though I am your fated mate, you’ve ignored all my pleas to just listen to what I had to say.” “Briar, please listen to us,” Soren said. His eyes were red with desperation. “Please give us another chance.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m done waiting. I’m done hurting.” I met their gaze, mustering all the strength I had. I ignored the way their mark on my neck burned in protest. “You’ve made your bed,” I said. “Now it’s time to lie in it.” *** Briar Argyris was born into power, the youngest daughter of the revered Beta family of the Shadowclaw Pack―until the day she vanished. Kidnapped as a child and presumed dead, Briar returned years later, broken and bloodied at the border of her homeland. But her family had already moved on. Her sister, Willow, had grown into a prodigal daughter. As such, there was no room for the forgotten daughter. From the moment she came home, Briar was treated like a curse. Her presence seemed to poison Willow, and as such, Briar was forced to stay far away from her―in the omegas’ quarters. When Willow supposedly died, Briar's fate was sealed. The pack believed she was the murderer, and no one was willing to listen to her pleas. Until the Moon Goddess intervened. Right before her execution―her 18th birthday―Briar's destiny was revealed. She was the fated mate of not one, but three Alphas. Rowan. Soren. Cassian Hadeon. Childhood friends of Willow. Heirs of the Shadowclaw Pack. And her greatest tormentors. They wanted nothing to do with her―convinced she had destroyed the girl they loved, and fueled by the lies of Violet, Willow’s best friend. To them, Briar was nothing but a cruel joke of fate. Trapped in a bond she didn’t choose, hated by the men fate bound her to, Briar is determined to survive―even if her heart shatters in the process. Because the truth is still buried. And when it finally surfaces, the Alphas will learn that the girl they rejected is not only their true mate―she’s the key to everything they thought they lost. But will Briar still want them back after everything they've done? After all, the moon shines brighter outside the Shadowclaw Pack. Just because the triplets are dumb enough to let their fated mate go, doesn't mean that others will do the same... *** Updates 2-4 times a week for the month of April. Daily updates starting in May. Thank you for your support!

I died once. Got stoned to death by a mob because a pretty girl with a heroine halo got jealous of my usefulness. Last thing I heard was her confession...she was the one who opened the gates to let the zombies in and pinned it on me. It was real touching stuff. The next thing I knew, I woke up in silk pajamas with a second chance. Here's the thing about knowing the apocalypse is coming: you prepare. I emptied grocery stores, stole weapons, filled a spatial storage with enough supplies to outlast the end of the world. I also learned my lesson about powers—they drain your life force, and I'm not dying twice for the privilege of throwing vines around. So I stayed home in the mansion I shared with my guardian and his head of security. But I decided to take the last bit of advice I had been given in my previous life: 'Stay home.' Done. I'm not going anywhere and no one is going to be able to move me if I don't want. Unfortunately for me, I stole the wrong thing in this life, and now I have another two men in my house who think that I don't know what I am doing. Four men...a billionaire guardian, his head of security, a weapons dealer, and his quiet enforcer...they all tried to convince me to evacuate. When that didn't work, they tried to leave without me. Funny how that works out when you realize the only stable thing in a collapsing world won't budge. Suddenly, their evacuation plans don't matter anymore. Suddenly, they're staying too. I'm not here to save anyone. I'm not the hero. I'm just a woman who's already survived this once, and I'm not interested in repeating my mistakes. But survival? That's my specialty. And apparently, I'm everyone else's, whether I like it or not. Author's Note: There is a few things that after 140 chapters (and a lot of comments) I need to clarify. The title is: "Refusing to leave home." Please don't expect her to leave her house. The idea of this novel is: "It's okay to just survive." You don't have to be responsible for the human race, you don't have fix what everyone screws up. It's okay to do nothing and keep living. Rouxi comes from a seriously fucked up past life. Her parents were abusive and since she was four years old, she has learned that, in order to survive, you can only rely on yourself. Dying and being reborn just reinforces this belief. This is in a completely different world from my previous ones. This is a fresh start but with all the things you come to expect from me. There will be no crossovers (Gasp... I know!) The particulars: MFMMM No MM Age gap Zombies

Kael has been haunted by dreams of Elior, the golden-eyed boy he’s loved across lifetimes. Each night, the visions grow clearer—until fate leads him to the Grand Arcanum Academy, where those same eyes meet his in the waking world. What begins as fleeting recognition spirals into an irresistible pull—an obsession bound by memory, love, and something far older than time. Because some stories aren’t written in books… They’re written in the ink of their souls.