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An unknown cosmic phenomena known as Etherfall came, and the world collapsed into a chaotic apocalypse. Cities destroyed, laws vanished, and monsters roamed freely as humanity struggled to survive in a reality ruled by game-like system with levels, power, and brutal evolution. Myles was not chosen as a hero. He survived by enduring this chaos. But his fate changed when five women from another world reached out to him. Each of them bound by their own goals, secrets, and reasons for helping him. Through intimate contracts that transcended flesh and soul, they shared power with him, pushing his growth far beyond ordinary limits. With every battle and every bond, Myles continued to rise. His level climbed. In a world shaped by Etherfall, he slowly became something far more dangerous than the monsters, or even the gods hunting humanity. This is not a story about saving the world. This is the story of a man who grew strong enough to make the world fear him.

Before meeting Shen Xu, all Zhen Yuan wanted was to seek the dao and cultivate to the peak. After meeting Shen Xu, he thought the dao was important, but his wife was the most important. When Shen Xu transmigrated into a book, he mistakenly believed that Zhen Yuan was not a character in the original story. What he didn't expect was that his husband was the most mysterious and powerful unnamed character in the original novel.

THIS KNIGHT WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF, BUT HE WONT DIE NO MATTER THE CAUSE , HE IS KIND TO OTHERS HATEFUL ON HIMSELF. JOIN HIS JOURNEY TO SLAY THE SEVEN GODS AND SAVE THIS WORLD FULL OF SINS

After living for 10000 years the old demon, Mo Ye's life span is coming to an end. Unfulfilled and full of resentment he refines his younger brother into an elixir that allows him to be reborn. He is reincarnated into a body of a lowly slave in the household of a cultivator clan without a spiritual root in the first heaven. Unwilling to let his second chance end like this, he will do anything to achieve immortality. Kill? No hesitation. Friends? Unnecessary. Foes? A simple inconvenience.

[Synopsis] “Your remaining lifespan is 0. Will you still sign the contract?” Kang-woo was a Rank-G ‘Carrier,’ the lowest of the low in a world ruled by Hunters and Gates. Used as live bait and left to die in a dark dungeon, he stumbles upon a forbidden relic: the Heart of the Defiled King. To survive, he trades his very soul. To grow, he harvests the life force of his enemies. But the power of a Necromancer comes with a terrifying price. Every spell he casts, every undead soldier he summons, carves away at his remaining years. Now, with a lifespan of zero and his life tied to a mysterious Holy Priestess, Kang-woo must hunt the gods of death themselves to stay alive. In a world that wants him dead and a System that treats him as a 'Debt,' Kang-woo will prove one thing: Even the King of the Dead must pay his dues when the Sovereign comes to collect.

“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.

Kaelen, a soul was so strong that his world denied it's existence. His transmigration was not an accident, it was eviction.In a world where power is measured by the soul, humanity walks a fragile line between ascension and ruin. Kyz—an energy born from the soul itself—allows humans to transcend mortal limits. Through relics forged to convert kyz into tangible force, masters rise, cities are protected, and empires endure. Yet every use of power carries a cost. Push too far, and the soul fractures. Lose control, and the beast within awakens. Kaelen is not an ordinary master. Bound by a mysterious bracelet that suppresses his true density of power, he walks the world as a Rank 10—while hiding strength capable of tearing gods apart. Wielding a pair of cursed edge relics that hunger for destruction, Kaelen survives by restraint, not mercy. He kills when necessary, regrets when alone, and questions the meaning of humanity in a world where power decides worth. His path crosses with Kyle Snow, a prodigious Will Master raised under the shadow of legacy and loss. Idealistic yet strong, she believes power exists to protect. Together, they are drawn into the political machinery of the empire—where official masters serve the crown, criminals are erased, and truth is buried beneath order.

I own nothing. Julia Wicker was about to be attacked by Reynard the Fox, a trickster God when time froze as the God who rules all chose her as the vessel for his power as she had knowledge and power to rule all as she took Reynard’s divine spark to make an example of him but also to all evil or Gods who abuse there power to harm the innocent in the multiverses. MC is Lesbian cause after that she’s done with men in romance and OP.

Born from a multitude of dying stars that once consumed the blackness of space, it was born formed to outlive and crush entire galaxy and everything will die by his hands its is his main purpose in the vast endless void of space,

A top-tier game resource merchant suddenly finds herself transported into a world of arcane magic. To survive, she constantly switches identities and gathers resources to cultivate her power. She navigates academic trials, college entrance exams, leads heretical factions, and vies for the throne. Step by step, while preparing to traverse time and space to return home, she becomes entangled in the power structures of this world. When she finally looks back, she has already reached the pinnacle of this world, where arcane magic itself submits to her will . The plot of this novel is full of twists and turns, with a brisk pace. The game's main storyline and the cultivation arc run in parallel . The female protagonist is quick-witted and leverages her top-tier resource knowledge to repeatedly navigate crises . It is a masterfully executed work worthy of reading .

This story introduces a future where genetically modified humans known as Adaptives possess various supernatural abilities meant to ensure mankind's survival and expansion across the galaxy. The narrative focuses on Kalan Hughes, a rare and powerful Unbound Adaptive who gains a new ability every time he experiences death. While his teachers and military handlers view him as a tool for imperial conquest, Kalan harbors deep-seated resentment due to the trauma and surveillance he has endured. As he prepares to lead a mission to a new world under the watchful eye of his former teacher, Colonel Pescher, the tension between his forced compliance and his hidden motives reaches a breaking point. The text concludes with an ominous warning from Kalan, suggesting that his vast array of powers may soon be used against the very empire that created him.

A story that blurs love, madness, and sweet lies. ... His blood and soul are Hers. His very life is in Her hands. No matter what trial or tribulation is against him, his devotion is to Her alone. ... In the pursuit of 'love', Wu Xue Yue's whole worldview centres around 'Her Hallowed Visage', the sole deity of ethereal beauty that was worshipped by the Aftothysia Clan. When the time of war comes around, the Branches of the Aftothysia Clan fight for Her recognition. As the sole Heir to the Sanguine Branch, how could he let his devotion be challenged? Being one of the four bearing the name 'Yue', how could he let others bear the same name? Having his dream so close to his fingers, how could he let Her recognition be snatched away from him? With his devotion festering in his youth, Wu Xue Yue's yearning reaches the lofty heights where Her Hallowed Visage resides. ... Like the radiant stars in the Starlit Sky, she hung in the skies above. With a hand outstretched to Her Hallowed Visage, Wu Xue Yue beckons silently to his salvation, to Her, and utters a single phrase in his heart, "Love me."

"-Thousands of years, waiting for the sun to shine on us again. Thousands of years, screaming for the gods to take mercy on us. Thousands of years, crying for our loved ones to come back to life." His words chilling, and choking the lungs of the woman sitting in front of him. The woman who knew nothing, yet, still attempted to save this worthless soul but craving its gifts. Same as others. Her almond-shaped eyes that shone gray with pearls falling from them as if she were a clam endlessly spilling precious jewels with no one to help collect them. "So many centuries... Watching as life after life is collected by their hands and my own. These centuries of hatred, how could I forget?" Wiping the dust off an eerie brass horn, Haolin's fingers instinctively curled around its handle. Almost tight enough to crush it in his hands, "-I can't turn back time. I can't return to those who gave their all for an unworthy cause, nor can I slaughter the traitors whose blood already stained my hands once." The sight of the horn's distorted handle made her catch her breath. "This useless "blessing" I traded the gods my everything for." His smile was scornful, "Are you also a foolish human who desires 'Heaven's Favor'?"

In every era, one soul bears the burden of divinity… A single soul, chosen by GOD, reincarnates across time as ten divine angels, each destined to live for exactly 82 years among mortals. With every cycle, the world teeters between light and chaos, and each angel must complete their divine task before passing on their wings to the next successor. But the cycle is not pure. One among them—the second angel—This anomaly cracks the heavens and awakens questions no god dares ask. betrayal, hidden memories, and a soul-shattering secret tied to his very creation. As cosmic forces stir and demons rise from forgotten hells, the divine soul must decide: break the cycle or complete it. And far beyond the multiverse, a masked being watches… waiting for the cycle to end—for good or for ruin.

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.

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Ashton is stuck between an underwater volcano, and a heart devouring dragon. Metaphorically speaking anyway. The princess of the sea has sworn on her mother's life to drag him down. Problem is, Ashton can't be killed. So after hundreds of years of pulling beasts of legend to her side, rewriting history, and backing him into a corner where he broke his heart into pieces, she thinks that with one final push... she may convince Ashton to simply end his own existence. Ashton is fully aware of her little schemes, it's not every day a dragon get's its still beating heart ripped out, then is bound to the land it ruthlessly conquered. Ashton would have even found it mildly poetic that the slain dragon was now forced to bless the land for all eternity... if, and emphasis on the IF, the blessing hadn't been twisted into a curse for the last 700 years. Now, Ashton has a few minor inconveniences to deal with. First, he's stuck in a decaying body. Second his memories aren't fully intact. Third, it would prick his pride if the descendants of "blessed" dragon died while he was in their territory. Fourth, he has two really, really, REALLY scary siblings that don't always bother with the details. Fifth, the only reason this princess and her mother even had the chance to scheme against him is because he was looking for a possible mate. He's the only one of his kind, thousands of years alone has him craving for a companion... for a heart to sing just for him... There are really only two outcomes now that Ashton is starting to regain his memories. Will the princess succeed in dragging him down, used as the new sacrifice to keep the "blessing" going, or will he ascend? Well, maybe three outcomes. Maybe this time a heart will sing for him as he ascends... a bird can hope.

​"Faith is a cage. Logic is the key. Strength is the only truth." ​In the year 280 AD, the Kingdom of Devon is governed by two things: the absolute authority of the Church and the undeniable power of the "Divine Plan." To question either is not just treason—it is a death sentence. ​Into this world of rigid morality comes Eizen Devon, the third prince. Possessing a hauntingly sharp beauty and emerald eyes that see far too much, Eizen is an anomaly. While the world bows to unseen gods, Eizen deconstructs them with ruthless philosophy. He views emotions as chains, morality as a tool for the weak, and human nature as a predictable script to be manipulated. ​ No "power of friendship" or moral hesitation. Eizen is a true pragmatist who pursues strength and logic with absolute efficiency. ​"In a world blinded by faith, the only one who can see is a monster of logic."