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For as long as mortals have existed, there have been gods above them. They created worlds. Shaped civilizations. Watched kingdoms rise and fall. To most, they are distant beings. Figures of worship, fear, and legend. But the gods have never been as distant as humanity believes.  Long ago, something shattered the order between gods and mortals. Some gods turned against their own kind. Others sought greater control over the lives beneath them. Wars were fought, truths were buried, and humanity continued forward without ever knowing just how much of its history had been shaped by beings watching from above. Now, on the planet Pernitis, humanity has built a world of its own. Technology has reached heights once thought impossible. Awakened individuals possess abilities capable of changing entire nations, while the D.O.P. the most powerful military and political force on the planet. Maintains order over an increasingly dangerous world. Far away from much of that world lives Arisa Sakarame. Raised among her people and largely removed from the sprawling cities beyond them, Arisa never cared about gods, governments, prophecies, or the powers struggling for control of Pernitis. She had a home, a family. Everything life could give. Until it was taken from her… In a single night, the world Arisa knew was torn apart. And it awakened something deep within her. In a universe where gods have spent countless ages deciding the fate of mortals, one young woman’s journey may eventually force both sides to confront a question. What happens when humanity no longer needs its gods?
XSwizzzX · 17.7k Views

Weaves of Ashes

She died saving a world. She woke up in a body that couldn't save itself. Sixty years of war. A rebellion built from nothing. A detonation that freed thousands and erased her from existence. Commander SN1068 didn't expect to wake up. Reborn on Doha — a world where cultivation determines your worth and power decides who lives — Jayde carries a lifetime of military experience in a body the world labels Voidforge. The lowest of the low. No cultivation. No value. Her family discards her at six years old. Her mother dies, calling her a monster. By nightfall, she's in the slave pits. She survives ten years of darkness with nothing but a dead soldier's instincts and the stubborn refusal to stop breathing. Then her blood touches something ancient, a library explodes, and the world notices her for all the wrong reasons. Jayde runs. Into a forest that should kill her. Into alliances that shouldn't be possible. Into a power she doesn't trust — because the last time she had power, she used it to destroy herself. Now she's building again. Quietly. Ruthlessly. Accumulating debts, allies, and enemies in a world where prophecies have a habit of choosing the people least equipped to survive them. She doesn't want to be chosen. She wants to build water purifiers and be left alone. Doha has other plans. Across realms, a demon king feels a bond he thought was severed ten thousand years ago. Ren has searched for his truemate across millennia — through wars, betrayals, and a grief that nearly unmade him. His jade pendant is warming. She's out there. Alive. And he will burn through anything that stands between them. He just doesn't know she's a sixteen-year-old girl in a disguise, building irrigation systems and pretending to be nobody. --- Weave of Ashes is a multi-POV cultivation fantasy about a reincarnated soldier rebuilding from nothing in a world that runs on power she was born without. It's about found families forged in blood rather than sentiment, a slow-burn romance that spans realms, conspiracies that reach back millennia, and the stubborn conviction that the world doesn't have to be this cruel. --- Dark worlds. Fierce love. No shortcuts. --- Content Warning: This story contains depictions of child abuse, slavery, trauma, violence, death, and dark themes, including horror elements. Reader discretion advised. 300+ chapters published. Ongoing. Updated daily. ONLY available on Webnovel
Tracy_Dunwoodie · 550.1k Views

The Cursed Alpha Prince's Replacement Bride

Amara, a wealthy aristocrat's well-bred daughter with a secret to hide, is thrown into despair when her world is suddenly shattered after discovering she isn’t the Caldwells' biological daughter. It was incredibly convenient for her father to discard years of love, devotion, and family ties, quickly sending her as a marriage tribute to a Werewolf Prince after receiving an invitation that, according to the Peace Treaty between Werewolves and Humans, required one of his daughters. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t truly a Caldwell, nor that she was already in love with someone else. So, on the night of her planned elopement with her lover, her fate with the monster was ruthlessly sealed. Forget that the Alpha Prince is a cursed monster—yet, why is he always in her face, treating her like his perfect plaything to pass the time? But most importantly, if he truly doesn't care about her, why do those who cross her suddenly disappear or get punished? — Excerpt: Amara could feel the tension in the way Alexander stood before her—the restraint in his silence, the weight of his attention pressing against her body. He shouldn’t be this close to her after cornering her against a tree. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” he asked, his voice dangerously controlled. Her breath trembled, but she shook her head. “I—I don’t know.” “I take it.” Amara inhaled sharply as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, conflicted eyes, burning with something that made her heart stutter. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispered. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips. “Because if I cross that line,” he said, “I won’t stop.” “Then cross it.” Her voice was barely audible. Instantly, the restraint in Alexander’s eyes shattered. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss.
Paschalinelily · 1m Views

The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire

They call him Ghost. A name whispered across battlefields, criminal syndicates, intelligence networks, and the darkest corners of the underworld. For seventeen years, war was the only home he knew. Then, after another flawless mission, his commander gives him an order more terrifying than any battlefield ever could. Retire. Go home. Live a normal life. At twenty-two, Ghost disappears. And Miles Sterling returns. Armed with an old letter and fragments of childhood memories, Miles travels to Star Harbor searching for the family he lost seventeen years ago. He expects answers. Instead, he finds a mother who never stopped mourning him, younger siblings who don't know they have an older brother, and a world where guns, knives, and killing intent are considerably less useful than figuring out how to be someone's son again. But Miles didn't survive seventeen years in the shadows by being ordinary. Behind the quiet young man covered in scars lies Ghost, one of the world's deadliest mercenaries. Behind Ghost lies something even fewer people know. A billionaire who built his fortune from the shadows. And behind even that... There are identities Miles buried long ago. As he tries to build the peaceful life stolen from him, the past begins finding its way back. Old enemies emerge. Forgotten names return. Powerful families recognize him. Governments know more than they should. And secrets surrounding his father's death and his own disappearance slowly begin to surface. The problem is, Miles no longer has only himself to protect. He has a mother. Two Cute little siblings. A small family. And eventually, people he would burn the world down to keep safe. Miles Sterling retired because he was tired of war. Unfortunately for everyone standing in his way... Ghost never forgot how to fight.
noctistt · 1.2m Views

Competition Unknown

[Warning: Some content in the novel may be upsetting to some readers. Contents include injuries, sickness, mental health, intense medication, fight scenes, and intense gore. Lastly, this novel is a semi-reality dark fantasy trope. Read at your own risk.] Chapters and Release: Release days: Everyday Release time: 3pm UTC Status: Unedited. (Will edit after main story conclusion. Specifically from the start.) *** Synopsis: A fifteen-year-old schoolgirl happens to find herself approached by a strange woman after a rough day—who happens to know her plans on running away. Astonished, she tried to interrogate, but ended up getting dragged into another universe and another world. There, she finds out that experiments are being ran on fourteen other candidates set aside for her. Being the last candidate, she is told that she might be the first one to face demise. But she is determined to find out what is up with this facility. Eventually, she comes across an astonishing fact—that this whole world and setting is similar to that of a book she read during her younger days. And the protagonist happened to be her own cousin, who also killed her at the near end of the novel. *** (Prologue) Listen... No one is judging no one here. And so am I. The world has been cruel these days. Being modern means being rude to people on the street who are below your rank—That is what they believe. I find this all frustrating, why move with a state of mind that could as well kill you someday. You don't know if this person is a lawyer, a far relative, a doctor, a politician. But you already get the gist, don't you? And like any other teenagers my age, I really want to run away from all this. It's not like I am an orphan or from a poor household. I am from a family which is a standard class in economical terms in this world. And yet, I want to run away. Haha! Anyways. I did succeed. I wonder at what cost? I am away from all that hostility of course... But now I am in another world. Not reincarnated. Not transmigrated to another body. I am with my own soul in my original body, but in another world. This world... is weird. Thinking back, I remember reading a strange book when I was young. This book actually speaks about this world. I am a character there. Funnier thing, I don't know what is up with it either. It appears to me that the writer decided they want to see the 'live-action' version of it. So now... I am the actor playing my own character.
WaterMask · 268.4k Views

Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
CoffeePrincess · 993k Views