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Just a heads up: this story is set in an ancient world, but the characters might occasionally sound a bit more modern. I wanted to keep it lively and relatable, so don’t be surprised if you catch some phrases or expressions that feel like they belong in today’s world! ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** She was nothing. He was everything. Azura Moryn lived in the shadows of the Crescent Moon Pack, rankless, orphaned, invisible. Rhydor Drakemire stood at its center, Alpha, commander, untouchable. When fate made them mates, he rejected her without hesitation. But the bond didn't break. It became a curse. An ancient magic buried in forbidden ground awakened the moment he spoke the words of rejection. Golden light erupted. Pain consumed them both. And when they woke, their souls had switched. She opened her eyes in his body, strong, powerful, respected. He woke in hers, weak, scorned, forgotten. Trapped in each other's lives, they're forced to see the truth. The crushing weight of his responsibilities. The quiet strength of her survival. The person neither wanted to understand. But there's no time for understanding. A ruthless Alpha King is tearing through the territories, claiming Lunas and draining their power in his obsessive hunt for immortality. Whispers of an ancient prophecy grow louder, only a female Alpha can stop him. A power everyone thought was extinct. As betrayal brews within the pack and enemies close in from all sides, Azura begins to discover something impossible. She's not as powerless as everyone believed. And Rhydor realizes too late that the mate he rejected might be the only one who can save him, and everyone he's sworn to protect. In a world where strength is measured in blood and loyalty is everything, two souls bound by fate and separated by pride must make a choice: Fight together and risk everything. Or fall apart and lose it all.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me. And then my PC exploded. I died. Irony, thou art a cruel mistress. But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns. “This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me. “Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared. I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes. Oh, this was going to be fun. __________________________________________________ Hey everyone! I'm looking to expand my reader base by posting here on WN. My penname is Alfir (or Alfir2 on RR). Unfortunately, I lost access to my main account, so this is my new one. If you’ve read my works before, I’d really appreciate your support again! If you enjoy my stories and want to read more, you can also check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Alfir Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my works! Let’s keep the stories going!

Beneath a city where moonlight bleeds crimson and secrets breathe in the dark, Aira Kurohana lives a fragile life haunted by loss and unanswered questions. Her fate shifts the night she crosses paths with Raven Noctis, a cold, enigmatic man bound to the shadows by a cursed bloodline. Drawn to him by an inexplicable pull, Aira soon discovers that loving Raven means stepping into a world of forbidden power, ancient vows, and a past soaked in tragedy. Every heartbeat she shares with him brings her closer to danger and closer to a truth that could shatter her soul. As enemies from the shadows awaken and the line between love and obsession blurs, Aira must choose between saving her heart or surrendering it to a love destined to destroy them both. Torn between light and darkness, Crimson Shadows of the Heart weaves a haunting tale of passion, sacrifice, and the painful beauty of loving someone born to ruin. In this world, love is not a refuge, it is the deadliest curse of all.

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’

A single failure in a literature exam ignited a storm that tore my family apart. Caught between my mother’s condemnation and the collapse of my world, I leapt into a waterfall—expecting death. Instead, I fell into another reality. A world ruled by divine law and rigid hierarchy: the Azurite Tree World. Layer upon layer, the world unfolds like the rings of an ancient tree. Gods watch from above. Divine Laws are unbreakable. Fate is absolute. When I awaken, I am only a nameless orphan, branded a slave, abandoned at the cruelest starting point imaginable. Sold as a slave apprentice, I am sent to the Azurite Academy. In this academy, there is one rule: Those who fail are erased from existence— offered as sacrifices to the Tree itself.

(NEW CHAPTER EVERY SUNDAY) Dimensions is a sweeping sci-fi fantasy epic set across a living universe where planets are not merely worlds, but ideologies, faiths, and weapons. Peace is fragile, truth is buried, and power always demands a price.

In ancient mythology, there was a shadow that encircled the world—lurking in the darkness, waiting for the day it could raise its head and devour the gods. It once deceived the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, into severing his ties with the gods and orchestrated the return of the great disaster, Tiamat. It shattered the authority of Olympus and lured Athena, the goddess of wisdom, into rebellion. It kidnapped Skadi, the goddess of winter, bringing shame upon Asgard and setting off the Twilight of the Norse Gods. It even engineered the clash between Britannia’s Red Dragon and White Dragon, dragging Jeanne d’Arc into corruption. Because of this, it was branded with countless names of ultimate evil. "The Terror of Babylon, the Calamity of the Aegean Sea!" "The Nightmare of Asgard, the Apocalyptic Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns!!" "Nemesis of the Messiah, the Original Sin of the World!!!" But seriously, we all did those things together—so why am I the one getting blamed for everything? ... When a man named Tokiomi Tohsaka used a piece of snakeskin to summon him, Samael saw how the Magus cautiously stepped in front of his daughters to shield them. In that moment, he understood... Yeah—he was definitely taking the fall for all of it.

“When you send me back, make me rich.” That was the first wish Freya ever made to the Moon Goddess after she was killed by the Immortal Alpha King, Nolan. She did not stay alive long enough to enjoy it. “When you send me back,” Freya wished the second time, after she was killed again soon after her return, “I hope I do not trip while my powerful wolf destroys everything in its path with just my growl alone.” She was sent back, and got killed again. By the third time Freya returned to the Moon Goddess’s abode, even the Goddess looked amused. “Any last cunning wish?” the Moon Goddess asked with a smirk. “Remember, this is your final wish.” Freya was tired of dying. Tired of being hunted. Tired of being brutalized before she could even understand why the King always found her. Still, she lifted her head. “When you send me back again,” Freya said quietly, “this time as the King’s weakness, make me remember.” The Moon Goddess stilled. “Very well,” she said at last. “If you survive beyond the moment of your previous death, I will return everything you lost. Your wealth and your powerful wolf. But you will begin again from the very beginning.” ******** Freya is reborn as the Immortal Alpha King’s only weakness. The moment Nolan realizes he can bleed when she bleeds, every enemy he has ever made comes for him—gods, alphas, even the Moon Goddess. So he keeps her close. Not out of mercy, but control. Freya hates the man who has killed her in every life, even as he becomes the only thing standing between her and death. Nolan despises Moon Bloods and the idea that one is bound to him. Yet the longer they remain bound together, the more his control begins to fail. Too close. Too aware. Too much heat where there should only be contempt. This is Freya’s last life. And surviving the King is no longer the hardest part. Wanting him is. A/N This story is different from what you may expect about werewolves, the Moon Goddess, and mate bonds. Some familiar rules are broken here. I hope you enjoy the journey.

Karsa, the Supreme General of the Great Sun Empire, survived six years in the hellish Lower Continent—an exile earned by a bloody path of slaughter. The world thought him dead, and he thought his hope was lost. Until he saw the "Star Newspaper." The headlines shake the realms: A commoner girl from the tiny Kingdom of Nolan has made history by entering Atlas Academy—the most prestigious institution in the world. To the world, she is a miracle. To Karsa, she is the daughter he thought was gone forever. Now, the General must infiltrate the very elite he once fought. In a den of geniuses, legends, and spies, Karsa must hide his monstrous power to protect his daughter’s future. But how long can a general of sun remain a shadow when his blood is under the spotlight?

[Tang San fans beware | No system | Abuse Tang San | Abuse Yu Xiaogang | Abuse Dai Mubai | No joining Spirit Hall] Soul transmigrated into Douluo Dalu, becoming Dai Mubai’s elder brother—Dai Weisi, Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire. His foolish younger brother had just left the empire, and Zhu Zhuqing and her sister hadn’t yet had their fallout. Thinking about being defeated by Dai Mubai in the future, Dai Weisi resolves to change his fate. He warmly cares for Zhu Zhuqing, mends the relationship between the sisters, and gives her a happy childhood. At the same time, he seizes immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, fights for spirit bones in the Spirit Master Tournament, tortures Tang San in the Slaughter City, and puts Master Yu Xiaogang in his place—ultimately becoming the strongest Titled Douluo in history! After becoming a Titled Douluo, Dai Weisi suddenly notices that Zhu Zhuqing’s gaze at him seems... a little off. … Dai Weisi: Zhuqing, calm down. I’m your brother-in-law! Zhu Zhuqing: I don’t care! You were so good to me, now you have to take responsibility! Dai Weisi: Oh, my foolish little brother... since you already got the twins, this pair of sisters now belongs to your big brother. Heh heh heh! ****** Join my Patreon to be 30 chapters ahead of the webnovel releases: patreon.com/ZeroMoney Guys, I have a request. I'm short on my college sem fees, and if you could donate, that would help me immensely! paypal.me/Un1que01 Translation!

In the kingdom of Velisandria, where the streets at night are roamed by creatures of bloodlust, Elise Whitefield knows nothing beyond obedience: protect the realm, slay the night, and guard the borders of Duskmoore where the dark forest hungers just beyond. Forged in the cold fire of duty, her heart has been a locked casket since girlhood, belonging only to duty and to her ruthless father who molded her into his flawless marionette. To the world, she is a sculpture of perfection, feeling nothing, wanting nothing—at least, on the surface. But when the reclusive Duke Evander Ravencourt enters her life, her heart begins to waver. Where she is ice, he is the flame of a candle in a sepulchre. Charismatic, devastatingly beautiful, and shrouded in mystery, the Duke's courtship is a slow-burning fire that threatens to melt her perpetual winter. Now, Elise must choose between the oppressive, yet comfortable order that shaped her identity and a love that promises a warmth both terrifyingly foreign… yet hauntingly familiar? And so begins another life. Another fleeting story. And the same vow across lifetimes. What to expect: - Gothic fantasy with feudalistic politics and violent action - Aristocratic family drama and healing from generational trauma - Slow-burn, sappy romance with dramatic, mutual yearning Cover art by: me

I’m here my world is reincarnated into the one Punch man universe as that little brother of tornado of terror and hell’s blizzard

The story goes like this the cliché reincanation .The MC gets reincarnated with the "supreme fictional system " which grants the user the power of legend including the power of mythical god to entities thought to be fiction . But he has to work for the power... NOTE THAT ANY CHARACTER THAT MAY COME UP IN THE STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME BUT BELONG TO THEIR PERSPECTIVE AUTHORS I will be dropping two chapters per day Appreciate the support guys

"The Golden Shadow: A Transmigration Tale" follows Marcus Kane, a gluttonous man who dies unexpectedly—choking on a dumpling—and is reincarnated into the magical world of Aethermoor. As compensation for his premature death, he is granted unique abilities: a Dual Aspect Midas Touch (turning things into mana crystals with his right hand and gold with his left) and a 100x Effect talent that can amplify any ability for thirty minutes once a day. The Dual Life To survive in a world where strength is determined by "ranks" (Iron to Demigod), Marcus develops a strategy based on extreme paranoia and the use of a Mask of Metamorphosis, which allows him to maintain two completely separate identities: Marcus Aldrich: By day, he is a "rotund and perpetually hungry" student at the prestigious Luminaris Academy. He plays the part of a mediocre, food-obsessed alchemist, using his cover to gather intelligence and stockpile resources. Phantom: By night, he uses the mask to appear as a lean, lethal assassin within the Starfall Guild. As Phantom, he takes high-paying contracts on corrupt individuals, using his transmutation powers and expensive, high-tier equipment to eliminate targets

In the virtual world, he was an Emperor who conquered continents. In reality, he died a lonely death in front of a screen. When Ryan wakes up, the mouse and keyboard are gone. Replaced by the biting cold of a dark alley, the stench of sewage, and a body so frail it’s on the brink of death. He is no longer a player. He is Kai, a starving orphan in the Infinity Kingdoms—the weakest region of a brutal Cultivation World where strength is law and the weak are trampled like ants. But he isn't alone. By his side is Lian, a young girl discarded by society and deemed a monster because of a horrific scar on her face. A girl who starved herself just to keep his dying body warm. Here is a compelling, professional-grade synopsis tailored for platforms like Webnovel or Royal Road. It hits all the key tropes (System, Reincarnation, Face-slapping, Kingdom Building, Romance) to attract readers. Synopsis In the virtual world, he was an Emperor who conquered continents. In reality, he died a lonely death in front of a screen. When Ryan wakes up, the mouse and keyboard are gone. Replaced by the biting cold of a dark alley, the stench of sewage, and a body so frail it’s on the brink of death. He is no longer a player. He is Kai, a starving orphan in the Infinity Kingdoms—the weakest region of a brutal Cultivation World where strength is law and the weak are trampled like ants. But he isn't alone. By his side is Lian, a young girl discarded by society and deemed a monster because of a horrific scar on her face. A girl who starved herself just to keep his dying body warm. The world sees trash? Ryan sees a diamond in the rough. The world sees a monster? Ryan sees his future Empress. [Ding!] [The Peerless Emperor System has been initialized.] Armed with the memories of the game he mastered and a System that allows him to build an internal Alchemy Hall, summon legendary generals, and turn loyalty into power, Kai refuses to be a stepping stone for the arrogant Young Masters of the world. From a beggar in the slums to the ruler of the Heavens. He will cure her scar. He will build his foundation. And he will forge an Empire that makes even the Immortals tremble. "They called us rats. Now, they will call us Your Majesty."

She was never supposed to survive that accident. She was never supposed to wake up in the Beastworld. And she was definitely never supposed to wield a power even the beastmen fear. Dragged into a world ruled by instinct and primal strength, Lunaya discovers she is the only human capable of "Resonance", a rare ability that can calm, disrupt, or even control a beastman’s instincts with nothing but a touch. A mythical gift. A deadly curse. From the moment she arrives, a feral wolf-beastman saves her from a monstrous predator… and instantly claims her. A dragonborn warrior tries to dominate her, yet his power breaks against hers. A desert feline becomes dangerously obsessed with her scent. And a raven prophet whispers that she will bring ruin to every tribe. In a world where every species is bound by primal nature, she is the only one who can defy it. Protected, hunted, desired, she must decide who to trust if she wants to survive. But the closer the beastmen grow to her, the stronger her Resonance becomes. And soon, Lunaya uncovers a terrifying truth: She wasn't brought into this world by accident. The Beastworld called her. Claimed her. Marked her. Welcome to the Beastworld.

Not everyone is interested in saving the world, and not everyone is expected to fall in love. ☆ When Xueyao, the weakest blue dragon you can think of — is burdened with saving the Immortal Realm after crash-landing into an ancient god, a Black Dragon with the most arrogant and dismissive attitude more suited for a demon, and is proclaimed his tribulation guardian, she must either become a hero… or die trying. He avoided his responsibilities for one hundred thousand years, ushering in an apocalypse that he and his chosen must now wrestle through five deadly tribulations to stop. But maybe not every immortal is content living in a world without fire and brimstone. Slaying dimensional beasts and uncovering ancient secrets alongside forgotten memories, love or romance should have no place in the quest to save a doomed world. Or so they thought. Watch as a weak immortal dragon fights to save the world, and an irresponsible god, believed to be beyond saving, struggles to protect the one thing he cares for the most. ☆ ‎ ‎A tragic Xianxia romance of dragons, gods, and mortals, where love itself becomes the ultimate tribulation. ☆☆☆☆ | daily updates is promised!| | and lots of exciting divine drama and romance awaits you, come have a look! |

[An immeasurable will to become an Immortal has been detected.] [Do you accept becoming an Immortal?] {Yes/No} Kyne Fritz had no doubts before shouting: “OBVIOUSLY YES!” [You have been chosen by the Immortal Adaptation System] [To initialize the System, host. PLEASE, kill yourself!] For Kyne, who had always dreamed of experiencing every possible sensation of every type of death, this was the perfect opportunity. [You died stabbed.] [You received: Slash Resistance F-] [You will resurrect in 3… 2… 1…] … [You died due to incompatibility with environmental mana.] [You received: Mana Affinity F-] … [You were killed by a dragon’s breath… … Kyne Fritz, now with his Immortal Adaptation system, incapable of truly dying, would have the life and the deaths he had always desired.

Transmigrating into the world of Battle Through the Heavens, he became Xiao Xuan’s cousin. Faced with Xiao Xuan gathering all of the Xiao Clan's bloodline power into himself in a desperate attempt to break through to the Dou Emperor realm, Xiao Tiance knew that Xiao Xuan would ultimately fall victim to an ambush by the Soul Clan and perish. Thus, Xiao Tiance unsheathed his sword, pointing it at Xiao Xuan: “Brother Xuan, if you truly insist on doing this, our Xiao Clan will inevitably decline because of you!” “You have all basked in glory for a thousand years. It is time to restore our clan’s prestige,” Xiao Xuan said domineeringly, standing with his hands behind his back. “Then kill me first, and use the meager bloodline within me to aid you in your pursuit.” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1

Elara Ashford, 23, has been living a lie her entire life. She was brought up as Princess of Veridia, wearing silk and jewels, and she believes she has royal blood in her veins. However, when a marriage alliance insists that she marry the dreaded Dragon King of the North in order to stop war, her adopted family reveals the terrible truth: she was born with the real princess. She is merely the daughter of a commoner, a stand-in for the legitimate heir who was concealed for her "protection." Elara is now being sent to her death with a single, unachievable task: either make the monster fall in love with her or her real family, the commoners who abandoned her, will be put to death for treason. The Northern Kingdom is a real-life nightmare. Towers of obsidian are circled by dragons. In courtyards, Fae warriors hone their blades. In dimly lit hallways, witches murmur. And in charge of it all is Kael Draven, the ancient and deadly Dragon King, whose touch burns like dragonfire, whose amber eyes see through every lie, and whose court keeps a watchful eye on the frail human bride like wolves circling wounded prey. Elara anticipated a monster. She discovers a king who is plagued by centuries-old curses, haunted by betrayal, and frantically searching for his fated mate, whom he believes will break the curse that is slowly killing his people. He believes that *she* is a bond. She's not his mate, though. Wearing a stolen crown, she is a fraud. Elara learns that people have been lying about the North for generations as she makes her way through assassination attempts, lethal court politics, and a developing fascination with the dragon who could burn her with a single breath. Humans have betrayed the "monsters." And centuries ago, a human princess betrayed Kael himself, bringing a curse upon his entire kingdom. Elara's world falls apart when the real Princess Seraphine is found—beautiful, gifted with magic, and Kael's *actual* fated mate. Kael and Seraphine's mate bond is unquestionably ancient and ignites instantly. Elara ought to move aside. Let fate do its thing. However, Seraphine didn't have to spend months gaining the dragon warriors' trust. didn't put her life in danger to lift old curses. didn't fall in love with a monarch who taught her that monsters are created, not born. Elara is faced with an impossible decision after learning that Seraphine is a part of a plot to overthrow the Northern Kingdom from within and that the "true princess" is the real danger to the precarious peace: – Lose Kael to his true love and expose Seraphine. – Keep quiet and watch the kingdom she has come to love burn. – Fight for a love that wasn't supposed to be hers. Because bloodlines aren't always important to the heart. Sometimes love is forged in dragonfire rather than in the stars. Furthermore, the girl who wore a stolen crown, Elara Ashford, is set to demonstrate that fate isn't the most potent form of magic. It's a decision.