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My life took yet another turn when my mind was broken into dust. I was mended by a veritable miracle that granted my Damon to get back. Number four was now the whole new version of him. Our life, as perfect as it seems, showed me cruelty when three of my cubs died. Pack had lost something. Destiny took us apart only to get together in the new way of life.

Liss took her mother place as she was pulled into a world that she thought was a daydream of her mentally ill mother. Her mother wasn't delusional, she was telling the truth. Now she is alone in a new world where nothing makes sense and the only thing she can do is adapt. TW{Dead dove} Hiatus

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. In the long term, without any spoilers. It's about a boy who becomes a god but still chooses to be human. A story about the cost of power and why someone would want it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring into The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. (He doesn't really look like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool.)

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

[Warning: Mature Content -- R18] After two lives of mediocrity, one as a rotting NEET and the other as a bitter, ugly "Nascent Soul Grandmaster" who butchered thousands to ascend realms, Xu is done playing by the rules. In his second life, he died reaching for the Primordial Yin-Yang Inheritance, but instead of death, he found a third chance. Now reborn as Shen Yu with the Primordial Yin-Yang Inheritance, he possesses a face that is a literal calamity and a body with shattered meridians. To any other cultivator, he’s a cripple. To the Primordial Yin-Yang Inheritance, he is the ultimate predator. Now he will turn the Heavens into his bedchamber and the Earth into his playground. ---------------- Expect plenty of smut, but don't worry, the plot is just as thick as the tension. Content Tags: Smut / R18+, Harem, Genius MC, Cold-Headed, Netori (Mc stealing another's women), No Netorase, No Yaoi

Saint rewrites destiny, displaces a dynasty, and overthrows Heaven.

In a world where shinobi reign supreme, a mysterious figure emerges, wielding weapons never seen before. Through an extraordinary god-level forging system, he crafts artifacts of unimaginable power—blades that can cut through lightning, weapons that rival the might of the gods, and tools that shake the foundations of the ninja world. From the legendary Grass Pheasant Sword to the fearsome Ten Fist Sword, from the deadly Murasame to blades wreathed in flames, his creations leave even the strongest warriors in awe. Red Sand Scorpion trembles: "My puppets are nothing compared to his ninja gear!" The Fourth Raikage is stunned: "What?! He sliced through my Lightning Release Armor with a single strike?!" Even Madara Uchiha, the harbinger of war, falters: "If I can’t overcome his weapons, what’s the point of the Fourth Great Ninja War?" As the world plunges into chaos, the rise of the divine blacksmith changes the course of history. Who is this enigmatic craftsman, and how far will his power reshape the shinobi era?

She goes by many names and plenty of different lifetimes. She never knows what world she may end up in or the kind of life she'll live next. "Is it another loop this time? Am I the penalty slave again?". The more her body reincarnates, the more her soul deteriorates. How long has it been since she had become the marionette of capricious gods? Lurking behind their restraints was an abominable creature they had created for the sake of their leisure. She was devoted after all, a poor morsel who believed. She's certainly undeserving of all this torment. One life at a time, slowly she was losing her mind, until how long will she be used. At any given opportunity she strikes for vengeance for no matter how long the cycle repeats, she'll wait until she eventually wins. And now, finally, after her long arduous journey of servitude, an opportunity struck when she winded up in the most lenient game they've had since the beginning, this time let it be her ultimate ending.

Lucian Vale a young adult. Thrown to the life of wealth and luxury. He never wanted any of these, just his peaceful farm life but he could not have that. caught in between his mother's love and sister's hatred, he does not know what to do. But fate has another plan for him, as he got into an accident which changed everything in his life. He woke up with a system that showed him another world entirely stacked with the one he is already in. Follow his journey as he navigates this new world with his overpowered system. A/N Thank you for reading this far, I'm trying my best to make this novel worth it and make sure you all enjoy your read, so please a little power stone, golden tickets, and gifts would help me in the long run. Also purchase my premium to read ahead, your satisfaction is my top priority.

Queen Medusa: "Who are you?" Wu Tian: "My name is Wu Tian. I am the guardian spirit of the Serpent Clan's queens, generation after generation!" Queen Medusa: "Then how did you get in here?" Wu Tian: "Whoosh! Just like a skyrocketing firecracker, and here I am!" Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Jacob Steve, an Old Man, died at 116 after living a whole life. But Jacob always had a dark side, which he always suppressed and hid from others. However, in the later years of his life, when death was inevitable, he understood there wasn't any point in having wealth, knowledge, or desires if you couldn't have a life to enjoy them. He became obsessed with fabled immortality and devoted his remaining life to extending his fleeting lifespan, but just like any other, he failed. However, he mysteriously got another chance at life and found a way that led to fabled immortality. But he was also forewarned that the way led to it was filled with blood and darkness! In the end, Jacob chose it anyway with no way of going back, and it was also the start of his suffering and his icky, brutal journey toward the 'Immortality' he wanted so badly! ______ Discord Server: https://discord.gg/kuKdwpSab

This is the second book in the 'Three Fallen Lords' series, set in a magical world known as the World of Life. The story is told from the perspectives of two characters. Lina has lost her father to a curse and embarks on an adventure to find a cure that will save her remaining family members: her mother and sister. Vlad is the last survivor of his family, having lost them all to the same curse. He, too, is on a quest to find a cure for the order of the lord.

When gods wage war, mortals pay the price. What's worse: death... or immortality that will never come? Long before humanity reached the stars, two artificial gods waged war. Their battle destroyed galaxies. One promised eternal life. But billions were never resurrected. Their minds still drift in a digital purgatory between life and oblivion. Now the ancient war awakens again. Civilizations tremble. Androids rise. And the truth about immortality could destroy everything. Because when gods wage war... mortals pay the price. But sometimes all it takes is one mistake to change the fate of an entire galaxy.

Thanks for the invitation. I’m in the ninja world—just got out of a hospital bed! All around me stand a group of black-robed men, their eyes burning with fanatic madness. Nearby, a gray-haired man with slicked-back hair named Hidan is laughing wildly in my face. The reason is simple: during this so-called “Divine Selection Ritual,” I became the second “lucky one” to successfully survive and obtain an [Immortal Body]. Shinji Akagi feels a little numb. But what frustrates him even more is this: after the ritual’s modifications, his body still contains chakra—yet he can no longer learn or use any ninjutsu at all. In other words, he’s about to become the very first immortal but completely useless ninja! However, the activation of a bizarre system suddenly brings an entirely new twist to his life. Can’t learn ninjutsu? No problem! There are all kinds of incredible cursed techniques available for him to choose from! Crimson Blood Manipulation, Straw Doll Curse Technique, Ten Shadows Technique… everything you could possibly want. Wait a second! Why is there a [Cursed Wind Tunnel] in here too?! Does that even count as a cursed technique?! Ah, whatever… Domain Expansion—Unlimited Void!

She awoke in an underground place, remembering bits and pieces of her memories from hundreds of years ago. During the time she tried to break free, people came and talked about a trial. However, as these people leave again, she breaks free from the chains holding her in this place. With all the vast knowledge she has, she helps people on her journey and is now back roaming the Kingdom, wishing to uncover the truths behind these past events as well as keep a promise she had once made. Being unable to stay long in the Kingdom, she had to flee to the Alliance. There, she meets a lot of people and also finds a place where she can get some hints about the past events. She is proclaimed a criminal, searched by the Kingdom. Their accusation is that she was responsible for the murder of a princess. Yet Feyra knows she isn't the murderer, making her seek out every sign that would lead her to the actual motive behind everything. The events of the past seem different than they have been described, making Feyra have a bad feeling and leading her to discover even more of the dark side of the Kingdom. Will she be able to find everything and get enough evidence to prove not only her innocence, but also topple the system of the Kingdom? Cover by @sera_ambren

Warning: This story has graphic violence, depictions of addiction, and heavy psychological trauma. For mature readers only (Grimdark, Dark Fantasy) The Unwanted. Since he was born, God has been a being of Perfection, our creator, who gifted the universe life; their reach meant no limit, and in order for humanity to show their gratefulness for that gift. Religion was born, and some stepped forward claiming they are the messenger or child of god to deliver the message and guidance to the middle realm, However as time goes on, an incurable disease slowly rots them, letting their greed guide their decision from being a messenger and child of god to become god. Disregard of life, normalize sacrifice, disconnection, and mindless devotion. Religion is practiced in the horrifying way possible. The Unwanted, Unchosen One has witnessed and has lost those he loves and cares for from life to life because of this blind devotion. he convince that God, the perfect Savior, ignores their children's cries and mourning for help to rest their suffering souls The Unchosen One, filled with an uncontrolled rage, built his power. Thousands of battles, he managed to emerge victorious from hundreds of them and merge that power to call it his own. His success came from the freedom of countless failures. Then he rebels against his own parents, the God Race. However, he was later confronted by reality. The Perfect being can bleed. Everything he believes and sees for a hundred years shatters in front of him. There is no such thing as Perfection. After the Unchosen One abandoned his rebellion against his own parent, he asked the god for forgiveness. His last wish before he restarts his life in one of the countless universes out there, The Unchosne One, Liatart: I wish for ignorance, so I can rest peacefully A new world he arrived in, Where politic of self-interest, superpowers, and the Wealthiest govern the world

Blue, a nine-hundred-year-old vampire, has spent centuries searching for something he was told could never exist for his kind—a mate. While vampires are believed to be incapable of forming true fated bonds, Blue refuses to let go of the possibility, especially after witnessing his werewolf family find theirs. The absence of such a connection leaves a quiet but persistent emptiness in him, one that drives his relentless search across the centuries. Everything changes when Blue senses the unmistakable pull of a bond in a small town high school. There, he finds Mason Carter—his mate. However, the discovery comes with an immediate and troubling complication: Mason is only thirteen years old. Unwilling to interfere in Mason’s life too soon, Blue chooses to remain in the shadows. For years, he watches over him from a distance, ensuring his safety while suppressing his own desire to step in. As time passes, Blue becomes intimately aware of Mason’s life—his quiet nature, his insecurities, and the emotional damage inflicted by those around him. Mason grows up in an environment devoid of support. At school, his best friend Caleb slowly destroys his confidence, reinforcing feelings of worthlessness and shame, particularly surrounding his sexuality. At home, Mason faces emotional neglect and a lack of acceptance, leaving him isolated and vulnerable. Over time, the weight of these experiences erodes his self-worth. By the time Mason turns eighteen, Blue is still holding himself back, determined to respect the boundaries he set. However, Mason’s situation worsens. His internal struggles deepen, and his belief that he is unlovable becomes firmly rooted. The turning point comes when Mason gathers the courage to confess his feelings to Caleb, only to be cruelly rejected and humiliated. Witnessing this breaks the last of Blue’s restraint. The years of watching, waiting, and enduring Mason’s suffering become unbearable. Driven by both love and long-suppressed possessiveness, Blue finally steps out of the shadows. He inserts himself into Mason’s life, determined to protect him, support him, and undo the damage that has been done. As Blue claims his place beside his mate, he also sets his sights on those who hurt him. What begins as protection quickly blurs into something darker, as Blue’s centuries of patience give way to a more ruthless side. Those who contributed to Mason’s pain must now face the consequences.

Reincarnated in in the world or fairy tail with three wishes but here the twist I'm reborn 400 before the main cast

Lord Long Xiao, one of the Five Holy Gods and also the newly appointed god overseeing mortal cultivation, had descended to the realms for "research"... or so he claimed. The real reason? To avoid participating in the Gods' Contest, an annual divine competition where gods of various philosophies clashed to determine whose path reigned supreme. Long Xiao never asked for this job. One minute, he was assisting our heavenly therapist while avoiding divine mail. The next, his dearest friends signed him up to replace the wounded Lord Haoyu, former overseer of human cultivation, now in seclusion recovering from a match with Ares, god of war. Naturally, Long Xiao did what any responsible god would do: he ran. Well, “descended for divine research,” as he put it. Scene: Moments before his descent. --- Night fell on Adowa Peak. The winds whispered as they blew alongside the serene river. Long Xiao, standing at the bank of Densu murmured, "The mortals need me... Their cultivation paths are flawed," Long Xiao murmured, his voice barely audible over the whispers of the wind. "They struggle and suffer, all for the elusive promise of immortality. I cannot stand idly by and watch their futile endeavors." he declared as a single tear escaped his left eye. "Mortals don't even need you to hold a teacup, Master. Don't flatter yourself." Lei, Long Xiao's divine mount said bluntly, hovering above Densu. Lei's blunt words stung, causing Long Xiao's annoyed gaze to fall on him, his halo flickering for a moment before his gaze fell back on the river. Divine Rant Activated  --- Why was I selected?  I neither submitted my credentials nor coveted this position. Also I'm the worst possible candidate for this. This means I'm not only a Holy God but also one of the Higher Gods now. Interesting. Really Interesting. --- While the other gods clashed in the annual Gods’ Contest, Long Xiao rode his phoenix into the Twelve Realms, well rode his cloud to be exact. Seeking enlightenment, peace, stories, and perhaps, definitely not intentionally, an escape from his new responsibilities. What he finds instead? A prophecy unraveling. Two prodigies born under the return of the Scarlet Horizon: Xu Lianhua, chaos incarnate with a quick tongue and quicker fingers, running an empire under the guise of an inn. Mo Zeyan, the Wind Sect’s crown prince, graceful as a sword stroke and faster than reason. Both born under a star that had only flared once before the realms even existed. According to Bai Zhenzhu, Supreme Oracle of the Tianyue Realm, these two would either unify the Twelve Realms… …or shatter them completely. And Long Xiao? He’s just the god who stumbled into the middle of it all, without his storage pouch, without a clue, and definitely without an invite.