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Love, Giant. This is a letter to you my dearly beloved. time and place does not allow us to be together neither does our size but I still write to you regardless to let you know that the flame in my heart has not stopped burning instead it burns hotter than ever with nothing to stop it or calm it down Only you could make it feel less painful. Only you can make me enjoy this flame. when I am with you your presence alone is enough to make these flames turn to soothing warmth to my heart. You are the reason I can enjoy living in this cruel world. I wish we could have been together forever, it pains me to leave like this but what choice do I have if there was a way trust me, I would have done everything in my power to make it happen But for your happiness, for you to be safe and to live a life with no troubles or worry I have to leave forgive me my dearest. Love Xavier.

The story follows Bai Liu, who, after losing his job, becomes involved with multiple unavoidable horror live-streaming games full of various monsters and players with killing intent, putting the players’ lives at stake.

Horrible Accident? Check Otherworldly Soul Yeeting? Check Taking over some schmuck's body who died around the same time? Check Unable to cultivate because the aforementioned schmuck's constitution is all messed up? Double Check In the world of Valresta where the great and powerful cultivate an energy called aether to get to where they are, Zhen Liu (Thomas Lee) is physically unable to despite having the qualities to do so. But due to a twist of fate, Zhen Liu is given the ability to create kaijin, strange and monstrous warriors to fight in his stead. By using this world's laws combined with his knowledge of Earth, watch as Zhen Liu stands above the so-called aether saints to become the one and only kaijin lord! "What the hell is a train"?! "Something that's about to kick your butt. Get him"! "Yes my lord"! Cover art done by JacKLYart on Twitter My Twitter: https://twitter.com/MajorMizako?t=23kOezglRcDjEUKcmpZQiA&s=09

John is a typical 14-year-old boy whose world shatters with a single discovery: he is not human at all. He is a rare Hybrid, a volatile mix of two ancient, opposing races—Vampire and Werewolf—a union considered impossible. With a terrifying flood of raw power threatening to consume him, John is pulled from the safety of Earth and thrust into a new world ruled by immortal creatures. He must now learn to harness his volatile powers, unlocking the latent abilities that rage within him, and survive. John's fight for control has just begun

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

Why is it, that no matter how many world shattering heroes rise and fall, no matter how many times a realm is said to be depleted of resources, a hero rises again - burning all the resources they find as they go? Another inheritance is always found, another spirit herb, magical artefact... and no one asks why they never seem to run out... ...what keeps creating all these fortunate encounters? Why? And what happens if it stops? --- Warning, this book is a slow burner - rather than a fast paced DBZ style novel --- AUTHORS UPDATE: --- First 30 (one-sixth of) existing chapters have now been edited and reuploaded. Very little has been changed plot or event wise. It's been grammar, clarity, pacing/smoothness, period accuracy, and detail/sense layering. --- Apologies to my Readers My life has gone completely insane since 2019. I am prepared to start again, but I'm going to be slowly posting revised and clean chapters first, taking down old chapters as the new edits completely replace them. Unfortunately, Webnovel doesn't alert to updates to old content. I'm managing a couple of chapters a week worth of editing. By the way, if anyone thinks AI can do the work of writing for you, I say that it's an invaluable editing tool and soundingboard - but I find it still takes three to four hours of rewriting and discussing with the AI to update each chapter to a state I'm happy with. The payoff is that the AI keeping track of the novel events, characters, plots and threads as I go; trying to keep all that straight and losing focus is a big part of what blocked me last time, so hopefully, once I get to new content things will flow smoothly. --- This work was written and revised by the author with the assistance of a trained AI editor. All final choices, worldbuilding, and character voices were shaped by the author’s intent and hand.

After waking up in a dark cave the size of a small room, Nether received a Dungeon Ranking System with the sole goal of creating the world's strongest dungeon. Transported to a magical world mixed with mythology, fantasy, and magic. Worst of all, as a Dungeon Master, he has to continuously grow and strengthen his territory to prevent hunters from eliminating him.

First came a god, one who fell into darkness, driven mad by a storm of joy and sorrow not their own. A god driven by desperation for their own salvation and hatred toward the very creations they help give form, one who was cut down by the brightest of lights, a light whose heart was filled with grief. Next came six wings of crimson red, six wings that were once pure and whole but were now stained with blood and sin; six wings that spread the taint that seeped from the broken shards of madness long since left behind. Even now, after hundreds of years, those who follow the malformed gospel of those bloodied wings continue to spread the writhing taint, twisting life to meet their unholy ends. And now a third has come, one who is not of this world but who holds the key to undo the locks and reforge the pieces. In the end, whether they will fall like those before them, crushed by the weight of all that is, or rise and break the shackles that bind them, only time will tell... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I do not claim to own "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" or any of the corresponding characters in that anime; everything belongs to their respective owners. Additionally, images and artwork I may occasionally use do not belong to me; I only use them as references. If their rightful owners ask me to remove them, I will. Finally, this fanfiction will only be uploaded here, on Webnovel, four the foreseeable future. If this changes, I will update this section with the relevant information.

After dying in the apocalypse, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Roanna “Rory” Smith wakes up in an Interstellar Beast World—a place where females are scarce and paired with multiple beast mates. But the quality of her mates depends on her rank. After five years of diligent work across the stars, Rory is blessed with incredible luck: she matches with nine extraordinary beasts. There’s just one problem—these nine male beasts either want to dissolve the match, ignore her, or try to swindle her wealth. Fed up, Rory decides to break all the matches and wait for a better batch. Then, suddenly, her mates come groveling for her attention, offering her all the power, riches, and status they possess. What kind of beastly magic is this?!

Trisha’s voice was silk and venom. “Tell me, Azael… how many times have you kissed that blind girl? Helpless… and still innocent.” He was meant to drink her blood—not crave her soul. Elana, blind and fragile, stumbled into a vampire’s lair. Unarmed, unknowing… yet the moment her scent and voice reached him, something in Azael stirred. His hunger twisted into something far more dangerous: desire. Azael, the cold lord of darkness, is drawn to a light he vowed never to feel. And Elana, brave despite her blindness, is trapped in a world where monsters wield power…and hearts. As her presence awakens the part of him he thought was dead, the question becomes inevitable: Can a creature of night truly love the light that blinds him?

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.

In the hidden realm of Noctyra, demons rule the skies while humans struggle below in the forgotten city of Eldervale. A feared devil girl with crimson wings, born to destroy humanity, accidentally saves a poor human boy instead. He has nothing. She has everything except a heart. But when love grows between darkness and light, heaven and hell begin a war to tear them apart. This is not just a love story. It’s about: Breaking destiny. Choosing love over power. Sacrificing everything for one soul.

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.

Li Wei, a Level 2 researcher for the RDA. Eywa chose him. Not because he was a hero, but because he understood—life is not meant to be conquered, but to be lived with. Walking the fault line between two worlds, he grew from a cog in the machine into a planetary being.

Kristen was always alone in her life on earth, due to the fact that she was born into the mafia which took the majority of her freedom away, but also because of how unapproachable she seemed. Skin as white as snow, jet black hair paired with beautiful features and cold, judgemental eyes. She was the type of person people would idolise and adore just for existing. Despite what Kristen seemed however, she truly just wanted to have the freedom to do what she pleased. So when she got shot in the chest on one ordinary morning and died ,her soul got reincarnated into a higher realm, the immortal realm, where cultivation and magic exists. Instead of falling into despair Kristen took it as an opportunity to never be restricted again, well actually, that was before she realised that she became a fucking bird. So now.... A/N:This story does not have a system although the mc can see her stats and other things due to her skill [Appraisal]. New chapters every 1-2 days.

A Tribe of Dragonborn, constantly at war throughout a thousand years, finds themselves in a dire situation as their strongest warrior, the Dragon king (A title bestowed to the strongest warrior), died, and an invasion from neighboring countries is imminent. Keep up with the adventures of Leo and his Tribes survival. —————— Chapters are released every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Please leave a comment or review, as it helps a lot! Enjoy the story!

In 2034, the comet Moloch crashed into the North Atlantic, triggering the catastrophic "Grey Winter" that destroyed civilization as we know it. Ten years later, in 2044, the UK lies in ruins—London is half-submerged, divided into the drowned slums, fortified highlands, radiation-contaminated glow zones, and lawless wastelands beyond the wall. The global population has plummeted, and survival is a brutal struggle. Adrian Grey, a former archaeology doctoral student turned scavenger and Gen-1 modified human, navigates this harsh world with enhanced memory and analytical skills. Haunted by his past, he seeks the truth behind the comet crash, unaware it hides an alien secret. His path crosses with Selena Vox, a gifted engineer from the Anvil Guild, and pits him against Magnus Kane, the iron-fisted lord of New London, who craves absolute power through genetic evolution. The world is shaped by the Moloch Factor, an alien element that mutates DNA—giving rise to modified humans with specialized abilities, from enhanced strength to sharpened intellect. But evolution comes at a price: side effects, social discrimination, and the risk of catastrophic bodily collapse. As Adrian uncovers the truth—that the comet was no accident and an alien force threatens humanity—he must unite fractured factions, master his evolving powers, and fight to save what’s left of civilization from annihilation. A dark, hard-core sci-fi epic of survival, high-stakes intrigue, and humanity’s last stand.

If you were a dragon, that’d be fine too… right? Uh, wait—really? Is that actually a good thing? After waking up from a nap, Asterion finds himself not only in a whole new world, but also turned into a Glavenus! But… why a Glavenus one of all things?!

In the middle of the One Year War (UC 0079), a Carry Base-derived Zeon support ship runs “special transport” missions that are supposed to be simple logistics. In practice, it is a moving fault line between military command, overworked maintenance crews, and the brutal realities of Minovsky interference, shrinking spare parts, and orders that grow morally gray with every week. At the ship’s core is a Haro, a small spherical body that awakens with a human mind inside it. To some, it is merely a tool for routing, comms discipline, and operational control. To others, it becomes the only presence that can turn chaos into decisions: which corridor to open for refugees, which cargo to prioritize when life support margins collapse, and how to save civilians without getting the crew executed for disobedience. As war tries to grind dignity into dust, Haro learns that a smile is not an escape. It is quiet resistance. "I will bring smiles into this war-torn world. Even if all I have is a metal shell and a failing signal, I will still find a way!!!"