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Return of the Yin-Yang Sovereign

He died a betrayed assassin. He woke up as the family disgrace. Yohan should be dead—a knife in his back, blood pooling beneath him, betrayed by the one person he trusted. Instead, he opens his eyes in a body that isn't his own. Mo Yohan. First grandson of the legendary Sword God. Weak. Powerless. A failure without a Mana Core in a world where cultivation is everything. His three younger brothers have already surpassed him. The servants mock him openly. Even his own grandfather has given up on him. After losing yet another duel to his youngest brother, he's been confined to his estate—a prisoner in his own home. But the soul now inhabiting this broken body is far from weak. In his past life, Yohan was feared. No one dared meet his eyes. And now, trapped in this frail shell, he's done being looked down upon. When servants whisper about his disgrace, he doesn't bow his head. When they laugh at his weakness, he doesn't walk away. He draws a sword and reminds them exactly who holds their lives in his hands. In a world of cultivation and martial arts, where power means everything and bloodline determines destiny, a ruthless assassin's soul must navigate the treacherous politics of a powerful clan—all while trapped in the body everyone has written off as worthless. The old Mo Yohan would have endured the humiliation in silence. The new one? He's just getting started. When a killer's mind meets a cultivator's world, weakness becomes a weapon—and mercy becomes the most dangerous mistake anyone can make. --- A reincarnation cultivation novel where second chances come with brutal lessons, family ties hide deadly rivalries, and the weakest link is about to break every chain that binds him.
UMMI · 1.4k Views

Naruto: The Path Of Shinobi

Shiro Utsumi didn’t ask to be a part of the legend, but in the Hidden Leaf, the shadows always find a way to pull you in. Reincarnated as the son of a fallen ANBU Jonin, Shiro has more than just memories of another world—he has a legacy of steel, a comfortable inheritance, and the training notes of a master. While his classmates are busy chasing the spotlight of the Hokage or drowning in the darkness of vengeance, Shiro has a much simpler goal: survival. He isn't a hero. He isn't a babysitter for the "chosen ones." He is a shinobi who values efficiency over flashiness and a sharpened blade over a loud speech. With exceptional chakra control and an affinity for the elements, he moves through the Academy as a silent prodigy—approachable enough to be liked, but detached enough to stay out of the chaos. However, even shiro has something worth fighting for. For Shiro, it’s the girl with lavender eyes he saved years ago in the snow. As the gears of the world begin to turn, Shiro must decide how much of the "story" he’s willing to let play out—and just how sharp his blade needs to be to protect the life he’s built. In a world of monsters and gods, the most dangerous man is the one who knows exactly what's coming—and chooses to look out for his own. (Note: Its my first time writing a book i hope to write something meaningful and i will be very glad if you tell me if i am doing something wrong and I'll try my best to correct it and improve myself and i also hope i have dedication to finish this fanfic.)
Xspark · 421 Views

Saber Sovereign Saga

Prologue: The Sovereign’s Silence ​The rain in New Seattle had a habit of burying secrets, but it could never wash away the smell of copper—the scent of blood and cheap coins. ​Five years ago, a boy stood in a gutter outside the Lumina Grand Hotel. His ribs were a mosaic of shattered bone, his lungs were filling with fluid, and his heart was breaking in a way that medicine couldn't fix. He had watched the woman he loved—the woman he had starved himself to provide for—laugh as she leaned into the arms of the man who had just robbed him. ​He had been a ghost. A "Ghost-Washer." A nobody whose life was worth exactly ten units of currency. ​"I’m sorry," he had whispered into the rain that night. But he wasn't apologizing to them. He was apologizing to the version of himself that still believed in mercy. ​Present Day. The 99th Floor of the Zenith Spire. ​Carson McCain sat in a chair made of liquid-carbon silk, looking at a city that didn't realize it had a new owner. In his hand was a glass of wine older than the city itself. On the table lay a single, rusted coin—the one he had carried through the fires of the Icelandic volcanoes and the crushing depths of the Mariana Trench. ​A soft beep broke the silence. ​"Sovereign," a voice resonated through the room—Aura, the world’s most advanced AI. "The Solaris Hegemony has entered the atmosphere. They are demanding the 'rat' who interfered with their operations to surrender." ​Carson didn't blink. He didn't even look up. He watched as a drop of condensation slid down his wine glass. ​"Surrender?" Carson’s voice was a low, melodic hum that made the very air in the penthouse vibrate. "Aura, activate the Global ORB. I don't want the commoners to get soot on their laundry when I delete their fleet." ​"Authorization confirmed. Shifting New Seattle to Sub-Space." ​Outside the window, the sky didn't turn dark; it turned violet. A massive, shimmering grid of energy swallowed the horizon, a cage for a fight that the world wasn't ready to see. ​Carson stood up. He wasn't wearing armor. He didn't have glowing cybernetics. He was dressed in a simple, perfectly tailored black suit. He reached into the void, and the air screamed as the Star-Shedder Saber manifested in his grip. ​30 strands of Saber-Qi began to rotate around his wrist, humming a song of absolute destruction. ​"Five years ago, I died in this rain," Carson whispered, stepping off the balcony into the open air, his feet finding invisible steps in the sky. "Today, I think I’ll let the stars die instead." ​High above, a Hegemony Dreadnought fired a shot that could level a continent. ​Carson McCain simply raised his blade. ​"Combine," he commanded. ​The night didn't end. It just met its master. ​[Saber Sovereign: The Low-Key Legend] ​A story of betrayal, ancient alchemy, and a man who returned from the gutter to own the sky.
bdcorp081 · 3.5k Views

The Hearts I Hold

Aria never believed love was meant to be permanent but she never imagined it could be weaponized. A quiet, observant young woman navigating school, friendship, and ambition, Aria has learned to protect her heart by keeping her expectations low. Love, to her, is fragile easily broken, easily misunderstood. When Liam Hart enters her life, charming, attentive, and seemingly different from every boy before him, Aria allows herself to feel again. What she doesn’t know is that their relationship didn’t begin with fate or chance but with a bet. Liam never planned to fall in love. What started as a cruel game slowly becomes real, complicated by jealousy, secrets, and a girlfriend Aria never knew existed. When the truth finally unravels, Aria’s world shatters publicly and privately. Betrayal doesn’t just break her heart it reshapes her. As rumors spread and judgment replaces empathy, Aria is forced to confront not only the pain Liam caused, but the way society so easily blames a girl for loving too deeply. This is not a story about choosing love it’s about surviving it. As Aria retreats into herself, balancing heartbreak with academic pressure and fractured trust, she makes a quiet decision: she will never again be the girl who loves blindly. Strength becomes her armor. Caution becomes her language. And every boy who comes after will meet a version of her shaped by loss, not hope. Raw, intimate, and emotionally grounded, this novel is a coming-of-age story inspired by real experiences exploring betrayal, reputation, female resilience, and the painful moment when innocence gives way to self-preservation. It is a story for anyone who has ever loved honestly in a dishonest world and learned the cost of it.
MoodInWords · 14.9k Views

Breeding In A World Of Primitive Women: The Last Man's Sign-In System!

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 Alec was a man who was given the worse hand life had to offer, he was a poor man who had been disowned by fortune itself. All he could see was misfortune in his future, there was no light at the end of the tunnel, just darkness. Alec tried everything to make ends meet but the bills kept pilling up and the loan sharks were due to collect today so there was nothing he could do. Alex went out for his last drink, he had grown fragile and emaciated due to his lack of finances. And things got worse, he was smacked across the head from behind. "You stupid bitch!" A man cussed out before jamming his knife into Alec seventeen times. Alec didn't even know the man, it was a case of mistaken identity as if his life couldn't go any worse. "F-Fuck," These were his last words as his eyes closed never to wake up or so he thought. - [Ding!] [Compatible host found!] [System binding in progress...!] [System successfully linked!] [You have signed in at Aurora Shrine!] [You have obtained a passive skill!] [Skill: Temperature Regulation!] [Activate: Y/N?] Alec woke up in a different place and in a different body, a body he didn't recognize as this form was scrawny as hell, he couldn't believe any of this was happening to begin with. He was supposed to be dead, he shouldn't be here, was it a trick his brain was playing on him. But before he could do anything, he looked over his shoulder and noticed a sabre-tooth tiger staring right at him. "Well, guess I'm about to die again," Alec muttered under his breath before closing his eyes to accept his death for the second time in quick succession. the Sabre-tooth tiger rushed at him but to his utmost surprised, one of the most attractive women he had seen with not only the perfect set of tits but the way her ass recoiled with each step. "Hold up? Is this paradise?" Alec thought to himself until the lady plunged the spear in her hand right into the head of the Sabre-tooth tiger. The sheer violence made him gasp, this bitch just took out a Sabre-tooth tiger like it was nothing. Alec realized he was worrying about the wrong thing and ran way but unknown to him, this world was filled with only women who knew only violence. But they were all his to have, and Alec planned to enjoy this second chance at life.
User_Name_Triple · 1.4k Views

Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

Su Qinglan sat cross-legged on the grass, holding the chubbiest tiger cub she’d ever seen. “Aww… Look at you,” she whispered, booping its tiny nose. “So cute I could eat you up...” A sudden shadow loomed over her. “What’s so good about this stinky cub?” a deep, amused voice asked. She blinked up… and froze. Towering above her was a tall tiger beast man, his golden eyes narrowed in a lazy, predatory smile. “Let’s have ours,” he said. Su Qinglan’s brain short-circuited. … Ours? OURS?! Before she could process, in the next moment she was hoisted up onto his broad shoulder like a sack of grain and carried straight toward the cave. Su Qinglan was so choked by the suddenness of it all… she forgot to even complain. *** Su Qinglan’s knees knocked together as she stared up at the enormous serpent. Its cold, red eyes narrowed, the flick of its tongue tasting the air between them. “D-Don’t eat me,” she stammered, hugging herself. “I...I’m not tasty… really, I’m stringy and full of… uh… bad cholesterol.” The snake’s head lowered until it was mere inches from her face. Her fox ears twitched wildly. And then, before she could blink...its massive body shimmered, scales turning into bronzed skin and lean muscle. Standing before her was a man so breathtakingly handsome that Su Qinglan’s poor fox eyes watered just looking at him. Su Qinglan swallowed hard, her tail fluffing up in panic. “I… I…” Her voice cracked. Okay, new problem… the snake is hot. She squeezed her eyes shut. “If you… if you really want…” She blurted, her face burning, “…y-you can… take me.” *** One moment Su Qinglan was fighting with the zombie king with all her might. Boom! The next, she woke up in a bizarre beast world… inside the body of a lazy, pampered, fat local tyrant everyone hated. The “original” Su Qinglan had been an arrogant, scheming villainess who spent her days bullying weaker beast women, chasing after handsome males, and terrorizing the tribe kids. Now, thanks to fate’s twisted sense of humor, Qinglan had inherited the body and the bad reputation. But honestly? Being fat in a beast world was still better than starving in the apocalypse. At least here, she could eat. The only problem? In this world, men weren’t just men, they were beastmen. Tall, strong, dangerous… And apparently, every beast woman was expected to have several husbands. The catch? The “original” Qinglan’s antics had scared away every decent male within a ten-mile radius. Armed with her apocalyptic survival instincts, a sharp tongue, and a mysterious system that suddenly activated... "Binding with host…" "Congratulations, host, for successfully arriving in the beast world." Qinglan decided she wasn’t going to cry about fate. If she had to live here, then she’d live big, literally.
Violet_Melody99 · 1.3m Views

Uma Musume: Arena All Star Dream Cup!(What-If)

(Just type 'UMAASDC' in the search area for find this book) Once, you were only a mobile game player and anime viewer, someone who knew the races, the skills, and all the back stories of Uma Musume: Pretty Derby. Everything belonged on a screen. Until one night, your phone glitched, and you woke up standing before Tracen Academy, holding a real Trainer ID. Seiun Sky, A lazy-looking schemer with sharp instincts and a dangerous mind as playful person. She wasn’t born from a famous bloodline, nor raised with expectations of greatness. No legendary pedigree. No overwhelming physical talent. No spotlight from the start as a local horse. King Halo, Proud, demanding, and desperate to prove she belongs at the top as the first class horse not to be treated as a "Daughter of A Legendary Horse," Silence Suzuka, Gentle, radiant, and far too fast for her own good. We as players know the cruel future that once awaited her as a great escaper. Haru Urara, Cheerful, endlessly positive, and famous for never winning. As players, we know the truth. We understand why Haru Urara never stops smiling, why she keeps running forward with unwavering positivity. It all began with the Arima Kinen she watched as a child. But standing beside them as an actual trainer, not a player, one question becomes unavoidable: Can someone who knows the ending rewrite their fate and guide them all toward futures they were never meant to have? It's up to you, trainer-san! (The race uses the in-game skill, so enjoy it!)
DaoistAhZe27 · 67.9k Views