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"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

It’s not quite a transmigration, nor is it a rebirth. It’s more as if some "Mad Scientist God" took two entirely unrelated souls, mashed them together, and stuffed them into this shell. Em... well, maybe they tossed in a little something "extra" for good measure? I don’t know if I’m a dinosaur, and I don’t know if I still count as human. I only know that my tiny brain is currently processing a level of information it was never meant to handle at this age. These were the final thoughts of Carlo, a hatchling Giganotosaurus, born by sheer accident in the Giganotosaurus Exhibit of Jurassic World, just before he blacked out. ——————— Author’s Notes: 1. The Protagonist: A Giganotosaurus from the ARK: Survival Evolved vanilla module. He is not a human, but rather a dinosaur possessing human knowledge. 2. The "System": There is no traditional narrative system, but the protagonist can view a "Dinosaur Stat Panel" identical to the one in ARK. 3. Reader Discretion: This book leans toward paleontology and the author's personal imagination of dinosaur ecology. It is not a non-stop "kill-or-be-killed" action flick; expect a focus on nature and behavior. ——————— PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/AlexandrusTL 50+ advance chapter!

V1 Ended... _____ _____ Ryan will develop slow, loving sexual relationships with his Pokémon. - No male Pokémon - Pokémon-only relationship - No forced capture Pokémon - No NTR ---- Discord link: https://discord.gg/kk9AZJSB

I stretched into states of being, tried on the possibility of breath, the suggestion of gravity. I wore physics like a child wears robes too large; with wonder, and with mischief. For what is law to one born of its violation? The nothing did not like me. But it could not erase me. I am what happens when even paradox loses the will to correct itself. I drifted... no, I contemplated the shape of drifting, and in doing so, enacted it. And around me: the ghost of a cosmos, breathing in reverse, unraveling back into silence. Still, I remained. And in the core of me, the first question burned: 'What now?' But no answer came. Because there was no audience, no origin, no god to reply. So I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because the concept of mirth needed to be born somewhere, and I had room to spare. I am the joke. The punchline of oblivion. A cosmic smirk after a long silence. And yet… even now, I feel something stirring. Like a story waiting to be told. Like an idea daring to take root in a garden scorched by collapse. So I wait. Or perhaps the waiting is me. But not for salvation, nor discovery. For I am the the product of a collapsed multiverse. I wait for the next contradiction. The next absurdity. The next spark of truth that doesn't know it's a lie. Because only then… will I begin to end. And only in ending… might I finally begin. ~Lanterne~ PS: Understand the initial chapters might be confusing, but it is to build an understanding on exactly what the novel will be getting into later on. So kindly bear with for a little while.

A knight and heir of the supposed Dark Lord. His memories swept away, as he joins a heralded quest. |:| A retired veteran heroine. Blindly following destiny, yet again, to protect those she loves and avenge her lost. |:| A teenage hybrid huntsman. Working with all sides of the war, rewarded, while seeking a bounty hunter's own gain. |:| A right-hand to the same overlord father. Retrieving his brother, the knight, for praise; else battling against him. ‎ |:| Their presumed fated outcomes hinge on the magical written prophecy. But perhaps, not all writing, especially sacred ones, hinges on truth -------------- (Published on Royal Road and Wattpad) https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/132202/fateless-questers-season-one https://www.wattpad.com/story/396718769-fateless-questers-season-one -------------- This story goes out to Enzo Amorado, A Chronicle Legend

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.

What do we all seek after a long day? Some may say wealth, others comfort… perhaps the embrace of a lover or the warmth of laughter among friends. Yet when everything is stripped away, there is one thing every living being longs for: Rest. To lie upon a soft bed, wrap ourselves in warmth, close our eyes, and surrender to the tranquility of sleep, hoping for blissful dreams to carry us away from the cruelty of reality. But what if sleep was the crueler reality? What if every time your eyes closed, you were dragged into another world? A world not of wonder, but of nightmares. A place where monsters hunt you endlessly and even rest itself becomes impossible. At first, it may sound like fantasy. Another world? An adventure? The dream of every reader. But think deeper. If you spend the day surviving one harsh world, only to spend the night surviving another… then when do you truly rest? When do you heal? When do you live? Such is the fate of Prince Idel . A frail, exhausted royal who wanders the Dream Realm every night for eternity. In one world, he is misunderstood. In the other, he is hated. to get more info about the world, power systems and the like, hit my Tic tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZS92ku3TGugtN-2aGQj/

My arm ached where the needle pierced the vein. Already, my fingers were numb, spots spinning in front of my eyes. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

not my fanfic but it is a very good mha fanfic so I'm copying it over to webnovel so if the author ever wants I'll take it down

Liam, a 20 year old college drop out is left with only one choice after being hit with some devastating news. He must enter the world of Vesperia. A world that is often described as game-like. There, the players gain classes, rare bloodlines and affinities. But what does Liam gain after entering this world? He claws his way out of an egg sac only to find out he is now a centipede. An insect that must constantly evolve until he gains the strength to fight against the most powerful player in Vesperia. With powerful foes lurking in the shadows, hunting powerful beasts to improve their strength, Liam is no longer seen as a insect but a threat that needs to be eliminated! Could a centipede evolve into a beast strong enough to shake the heavens and dismantle the world? You will have to read to find out.

Reborn as an Ancient Tree, Gu Qingyang activates the data panel, allowing him to evolve and break through as long as he devours living beings. Gu Qingyang has kept a low profile and cultivated for ten years until blood rains from the sky. ...... "Those who believe in me shall have eternal life!"

Chen Lu Si finds a strange stone and meets a strange girl during his tomb sweeping. After the girl slashes him with a sword, he finds that he couldn't control his whole body but his mouth, and his hands are turning into swords. "I have no objections to the rest, but I think the danger sequence should be upgraded to A. His Transforming Blade ability is too dangerous for ordinary people... And I don't think recruiting him into Celestial Strategy is a good idea." "C, you saw it earlier; his arm got dislocated cutting a bullet. Although it can barely handle modern weapons, it's uncertain against fully automatic weapons."

Chen Tang transmigrates to a martial arts world and is stranded on the snowy mountain. Just as he's starving, a divine tiger sees him as her child and feeds him with tiger milk, which helps him to lay a solid martial foundation. And there's a mysterious master who teaches him valuable lessons.

The Great Pirate Era, countless people rush eagerly towards The Sea. The one who obtains the power of Arceus arrives in this world as the reborn Arceus and establishes a connection with the Lunarians Race. When Aerodactyl becomes a fossilized Aerodactyl, and Brachiosaurus turns into Tropius, the combination of Pokemon and Fruit Ability will bring brand-new changes to this world.... The glory of the Lunarians will surely reappear.

Lin Jun, inexplicably reincarnated as a mushroom, found himself surrounded and trapped by demons in the deep levels of the Underground City. With no hands, no feet, and no eyes, he relied solely on the plunder skill from disassembled corpses to survive. He even established a mushroom garden in the Underground City, planning to gradually counterattack the dungeon. Until one day, a silly Duke's daughter, who was turned into a mushroom, fell from above. And also attracted a rescue team of diamond-level adventurers. "If you want to kill, then kill!" "Why would I want to kill you? Could you please calm down a bit?" "Huh?"

Zhang Chen traversed to a mysterious world, where he can randomly collect skill fragments from demons and monsters—and add points to upgrade them infinitely. The first demon he meets is a fox, which is a good fox for it knows how to return favors. But, to Zhang, it is a bad fox, because it steals his food to return favors to his neighbor.

As a Male Ant King, Dragon Cypress is supposed to be welcomed in in the all-female Ant Clan Kingdom. The reality, however, is the opposite. Seventeen Great-Headed Ant Kings all express no interest in him. Fortunately, Dragon Cypress stumbles upon Dominating Throne, the brainchild of another civilization, which allows him to breed even without a female ant and build his kingdom. [Experiment number GADSSS541, Top secret] [Creator Civilization, Dominating Throne, gene information identification and editing system overhaul complete, transported by the Alliance Expedition Army's 168th Army, 741st Corps Commander Hou Wenfeng, handed over to Phoenix Galaxy GA541 laboratory director Liu Zhihong...] [Please select a type of Messenger] [Guardian of Strength] [Producer of Agriculture]

When a satellite photo of the Arctic was sent back to the countries, the people of the earth were shocked by the content of the photo. They saw thousands of wolves in the Arctic, which even included hundreds of polar bears and Arctic silver foxes, all uniformly looking obedient. On the top of the snowy mountain, a giant Arctic wolf, whose size exceeded everyone's imagination, was looking down on the Arctic ice field from a high position.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.