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When Taiyuan fell to the northern riders, one boy survived. Across frozen plains and wind-scoured wastelands, he walked alone—carrying nothing but his father’s last command: Find General Jin Mugwang of Haran. He was not a warrior. He had never drawn a blade in battle. Yet he crossed a land where even soldiers would not travel in winter. In Haran, at the edge of the frontier, a war waits. Armies gather. Old loyalties fracture. The border does not forgive weakness. The boy who arrived half-frozen at the gates of the northern campaign will grow beneath banners of war. But survival is only the beginning. In a fractured age, he must learn when a blade must be drawn— and when it must remain sheathed. A story of war, loyalty, and the making of a man. This is my first time sharing my work on a global platform. I truly look forward to your evaluation and feedback. I am particularly interested in how readers from different cultural backgrounds perceive the story. Thank you sincerely. Note: This story may soon be contracted with another platform, so it might be removed from this site in the future. Please read while it is still available. Thank you.

Mesmer Valentine is a textbook genius who aims to become part of the Heroes of the World—an esteemed group of individuals gifted with supernatural powers to protect humanity from invasive threats. But one fateful day, Mesmer is forced to confront the razor-sharp consequences of wielding truth as her only weapon, resulting in her being thrown straight down to the Demonic Realm. To survive and become stronger, she needs all of the opportunities she can get! This includes providing all sort of quirky and degenerate services to these demonic villains of humanity. - GL Netori Yuri/Futa Harem Power-Progression Adventure!

The gate did not open. Youngwoo realized they were going to die outside the wall. Abandoned outside the southern gate, a disposable soldier survives when everyone expects him to die. Wounded, poisoned, and cast aside by his own comrades, he begins a brutal climb through the harsh life of a frontier garrison. In the collapsing battlefields of Goryeo, survival demands more than loyalty. It demands strength, strategy, and the blade. War and intrigue will shape the fate of a forgotten soldier. The soldier no one expected to live will become a master. At the edge of a collapsing frontier, a young soldier stands among men who are meant to die first. Wars are decided by generals and kings, but sometimes history remembers the blade of a single soldier.

Kai Voss died on a normal Monday. Then he woke up with a broken power: he can steal the final “Echo” from dying people — their skills, memories, and even pieces of their personality. One Echo turns him into a rich snob who demands fancy wine. The next makes him roar like a street fighter and punch through walls. With every steal, Kai gets stronger… but he also becomes someone else. Now the sky is cracking, ancient gods are waking up, and strange powers are spreading across the world. Kai teams up with Lira, the serious girl who sees fate, and Mira, the crazy collector who treats Echoes like trading cards. Fast fights. Funny personality swaps. Epic power-ups. Will Kai become the strongest by stealing more Echoes… or will he lose himself completely and turn into everyone except Kai? Echo Thief — Die. Steal. Change. Repeat.

In a brutal world shaped by power, survival, and twisted evolution, multiple forces rise each believing they alone have the right to control the future.

Terra II, a world split into vast planes, where deserts stretch ceaselessly and horrors—roamed without rest. It is a land scarred by self made nightmares that never fade. The Common Era, where the concept of happiness has been abandoned. No story begins with joy, and none end with peace. One mistake—a misplaced word, a fleeting gesture—is all that it took. Strength was never the problem. You survived long enough to know that looking strong, feeling strong, and being strong are three different lies people tell themselves to keep moving. Terra is heavy. The roads are long and boundless like the deserts. And family...family—that has been stripped away. Once? Twice? no, Thrice? You’ve walked. You’ve run. You’ve shot at everything. You've seen your friends perish away, your self-made family rotting away, and how do you cover it? By carrying a carload of supplies through every kind of conceivable catastrophe. ———————— I'm pretty nervous how this version will be received and since i went for both magic and a modern setting. I'm not really good as creating things so i took inspiration from some well known media, so if it seems familiar, i tried as best i could to make it my own. but idk. Lets see, it starts to pick up the pace slowly. It's a slow born sort of thing. short ass rant, lol. Kristen out, peace.

(WARNING: R19) [Ding!] [Welcome, my dear host! You have one minute to complete your task or you’ll die!] [Task number 1: throw a fruit at your servant Bella. Goodluck!] Anna Carson died at her office work from stress and a million ton of caffeine in her bloodstream. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the beastworld novel she was reading. She had transmigrated into the body of the villainess princess. She gets a sadistic and incredibly unhelpful System, one who forces her into the “Villainess arc” which she must obey or she loses her life. Anna’s goal is simple; complete her tasks and return to a perfect version of her real life, one where she probably doesn’t die at her desk. But things are never as easy as they seem. Especially with the addition of five incredibly handsome beast husbands, a comatose sister, and a kingdom that both fears and worships her. Anna, a hopeless romantic, a woman who has never killed a fly in her life, forced to play villainess. She must make her new beast husbands hate her, but not enough to actually kill her. wait…this wasn’t in the plan. why are they falling in love with her?!

He wasn’t reincarnated. He was brought back. Without emotions. Without a past. With only fragments of a mind… and a twisted will to survive. His body is just a shell. His true nature is a formless doppelganger. To exist, he will take what isn’t his. Bodies. Souls. Essences. The system doesn’t grant power. It sells it — for lives, for materials, for mistakes that can’t be undone. One world replaces another. Each with its own rules. Its own monsters. Its own gods. And every time, he becomes someone else. Until one day, he realizes: he is no longer returning to himself. Because there is no one left to return to.

In a world where unseen demons dwell within human hearts, quietly spreading corruption and discord, a boy named Elham struggles with a simple truth—he is nothing. He has no strength, no skill, no place in a society that values contribution above all. As whispers of darkness spread through his village, Elham awakens a power unlike any other. Elham is sixteen when he leaves the only village he has ever known, carrying a warmth in his chest he cannot explain, a staff that belonged to a man that was his father, and a commission from an archangel that lingers like a warning: you will fail, and you will stand again—go and find the seven. Traveling with Asher, a quiet swordsman whose strength feels heavier than it should, Elham enters a world where truth is never whole and something unseen moves beneath every decision.

What happens when a dark fantasy novel becomes your reality… — During a failed heist, a slave named Jesper Ivanoski gets hit in the head by one his pursuers. This caused him to awaken memories of his previous life as a mobster who was betrayed and killed by the person closest to him. More importantly, he also realizes that his current world was a world from the novel he read not too long before his death. The problem is that this world is currently at war with monsters who want to take over all of humanity, and cults who are all devoted to the same evil. Armed with the memories of his past life and the knowledge of a story he had had read, Jesper tries to survive this world and the war currently destroying it. He sets out to become an Awakened of one the most deadly archetypes, and he doesn’t stop there. He also creates his own Brotherhood of deadly assassins. However, the higher he climbs in power and politics, the more he realizes that the Monarchs themselves are playing a game he was never supposed to see. *** Note: Mc is an ambitious, ruthless, manipulative, and morally gray character.

Adrishta: The Final Incarnation Volume I - The Fall Written by Dark Fox While exploring a forbidden ancient site buried deep beneath the Himalayas, a man comes closer than anyone ever has to uncovering a truth long erased from history. But just as the final answer reveals itself... he dies. His soul is taken by the ruler of death, for final judgment. Yet something is wrong. No sins. No virtues. No karmic threads binding him to past or future. A life without good. A life without evil. A soul that does not belong to the cycle. Before judgment can be passed, he does the impossible - he escapes. But destiny cannot be denied. In a universe collapsing under the weight of Kalyug, his existence has already disturbed the balance of creation. Reborn into a world on the brink of cosmic ruin, he must uncover why he was never part of the karmic cycle... and why the gods fear his return. When time itself begins to fracture, only one truth remains: Some souls are not reincarnated by fate. They are reborn to end it.

The evil of Sin is a hunger unbound, It whispers in silence, it poisons the ground. it twists what was pure, A shadow that lingers, a curse with no cure. The goodness of God is a fragile flame, It heals the forgotten, it calls them by name. Through Miracles woven, His light still remains, A thread in the chaos, a hope through the chains.

In the year marked as the dawn of the gods, ethereal beings with skin that glowed like pale moonlight descended into Eldoria. They called themselves Vanynars, a race of beings with unfathomable beauty and power that negated the basic principle of the world, mana. They possessed a deeper connection to the natural affinities of the world, powers that couldn't be comprehended without the possession of mana. And yet… they did, despite their lack of it. The humans worshipped them, saw them as divine, and looked up to them as a guiding light. Many became a part of their systems, authoritative figures at the highest level of a political system. To follow them was to gain salvation. Or so they believed. But with them… came the Curses. A vile race of atrocities that descended at the same time as the ‘gods’. They were cruel and abominable, bloodlusted creatures with human appearance. To the humans, they were the darkness. A bloody war was fought, lives were lost, and the curses… they fell. Or at least, that was the story the world chose to remember. Their deaths marked the beginning of a new era, the fall of curses. A fragile peace built on the graves of thousands. Asterion was born into it. He grew up possessing no family background and, sadly, no mana core. A street rat that only cared about his own survival. Until he faces a threat far greater than himself, a threat that his cunning and wit couldn't save him from. Something that didn’t care how smart he was. Something that couldn’t be outplayed. That was when the realisation struck him—strength was a necessity in the world he lived in. Cunning alone wouldn't guarantee his survival. Power had become a requirement for survival. He had no dreams of being a hero. He had no dreams of being anyone at all. But when the world begins to rot and die, he is faced with a choice. 'If the gods were alive, damn them!' 'Fate could choke on a dying rat for all he cared.' He wasn't going to submit to it's will.

It all starts with a bug in the code... An NPC that shouldn't exist... but does. Every tweak makes him stronger. Every limitation, more unpredictable... At first, nothing seems to make sense. The logic twists, the narrative unravels... but something keeps you from stopping reading. Until, suddenly, everything clicks. And that's when the story hits you. Because now, he's unstable. He's rational and emotional at the same time. He's the protagonist... And it's too late to escape. Welcome to... Omnipunk: The Unchained Code. [Only official version published on Webnovel and Royal Road. Any paid or translated versions elsewhere are unauthorized.]

Sunless once wondered why the stars shone so brightly, despite being far out of reach. There was a scientific explanation out there, but he didn’t care about that. If the world wanted to spite him, he’d spite the world back. Sunny will reach for the stars, grasp them, and crush them, drowning the universe with a lightless sky. *** Cover by N0tEpic.

Exiled from his homeworld; Vurckair Vecturion has nowhere to go, except to lay in the space between dimensions, and die from starvation. This changed when the planet of Ell'Thane offered a deal. "I'll play blind, and let you snatch the status of Resident from your Variant. In exchange; Destroy Quartzals, and eliminate troublesome foreigners." Anyone else would have accepted immediately. Not Vurckair. He was left down by two planets already. "Are you going to betray me?." "It's not betrayal if you endanger me. Keep me safe; And i'll nurture you with everything i have." Now Vurckair must confront the aberrations that hide On Plain Sight, or occult inside the Quartzals. All to be a Resident of Ell'Thane, if he wishes to reunite with his Old Lovers, and remain with the New ones… Check the comments for pictures of the characters. Point out any mistake i made, so i can correct it as soon as possible. Support your favorite Character in the corresponding section. The highest Score will appear more regularly!.

In a future where the line between reality and virtual reality is all but erased, RPG games reign supreme. A young programmer, driven by an intense urge to escape poverty and an unwavering dream, pours his soul into creating Bloodbound Ascension, a ruthless online game. But his journey ends tragically when exhaustion claims his life, only for him to awaken within his own creation as an NPC trapped in one of its deadliest Towers. Armed with the knowledge of every trap, secret, and monster, he must navigate the brutal world he designed, struggling to survive against other NPCs and the merciless mechanics of Bloodbound Ascension. In a realm where the line between creator and creation no longer exists, can he rewrite his fate, or will his masterpiece become his tomb?

He married her to control her… but she might be the one thing that destroys him. Maria Romanova lost everything in a single act of betrayal—her family, her fortune, her freedom. To salvage what remains of her name, she is forced into a marriage she never chose… to Mikhail Dragunov. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. The heir to a dynasty built on power and secrets, Mikhail doesn’t love—he controls. And in his world, obedience isn’t expected… it’s enforced. Their marriage is a contract. A cage. A silent war. But Maria refuses to be broken. Behind her silence burns something dangerous—something Mikhail didn’t anticipate. And the more he tries to control her, the more she begins to see the cracks beneath his perfect cruelty. Because there are truths buried deep within the Dragunov empire… truths that trace back to a year no one speaks about. 2006. A year of disappearance. Of betrayal. Of something that should have stayed buried. And somehow… Maria is at the center of it. As obsession replaces indifference and control begins to unravel, Maria must decide— Remain the pawn in Mikhail’s game… or become the one woman capable of destroying him. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a liability, one wrong move could cost her everything. Even her heart.

She was reborn into the highest bloodline in the world, a Celestial Dragon of the Holy Land. Yet she could not see. To the nobles of Mary Geoise, she was a flaw. To the World Government, she was expendable. But within her lived two souls. One calm as still water. One merciless as a storm. Denied sight, she sharpened her hearing. Denied freedom, she sharpened her will. Denied respect, she sharpened her blade. From the shadows of the Holy Land to the battlefield of Emperors, her sword will redraw the balance of power. The era of pirates will tremble. Because a blind Sword Empress has awakened.

It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/ScarletQuillWrites