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The Unending Struggle to Conquer the Heavens! In a Vast Primordial Realm governed by ancient, immutable laws, a cataclysmic war for dominion over the heavens is about to begin. At the heart of this storm stand three figures, each a maverick defying the grand tapestry of destiny itself. A Reincarnated Demon, once the master of his domain, now crawls from the depths of oblivion, fueled by a singular, burning desire for revenge against the forces that wronged him. An Outlander Godslayer, armed with a mysterious power far beyond the comprehension of this world, seeks to carve his own legend, one step at a time, in a world that is not his own. And a Destiny’s Blessed Son, chosen by the Heaven to inherit all, finds his fated path challenged by the two unlikely rivals who refuse to play by the rules. When vengeance, ingenuity, and destiny clash, the heavens will tremble. In the end, only one will be left to rule.

Lyra awoke after 5,000 years- The last survivor of a forgotten Earth. A new world watches her with curiosity, suspicion, and fear-some see a miracle, others see a threat. Amid the intrigue, she meets Kaiden: powerful, enigmatic, and impossible to read. Is he an ally… or the deadliest enemy she’ll ever face? In a galaxy where every smile hides a secret and every shadow could kill, Lyra trusts no one-not even the man who stirs something she doesn’t understand in her heart. Haunted by her past and hunted by those who would destroy her, she must survive long enough to uncover the truth… before it’s too late.

“Born in chains, cursed by blood, and destined for a secret she can never reveal…” Elara Blackfang has never been more than a shadow in her father’s pack. Branded by her mother’s betrayal and chained as a slave, she is sent to the ruthless Ironclaw Pack as a spy or her mother will pay the price. But Elara carries a secret even she doesn’t fully understand: a wolf unlike any other, buried deep within her, waiting to awaken. When she stands before Kieran Ironclaw the fearsome Alpha who won his title through blood and battle the air between them burns with a strange, restless pull she cannot explain. To him, she is nothing but a chained girl. To her father, nothing but a weapon. Yet as war brews between two packs and the prophecy of the White Wolf stirs, Elara must choose: hide forever in silence, or unleash the power that could save or destroy them all

In his previous life Su YiBai was betrayed by his new husband and step brother ,who conspired to dig out his heart while he was still alive .After being reborn he realized he was just a connon fodder in the novel and the protonagist was his half brother Su Yichen and the male lead was his beast of a husband li Wei Zhi he was just a stepping stone for them to reach the top of the pyramid after being reborn he returned from the countryside and accidentally saved a man ,taking his dagger and running away , unaware he was the richest and most well sought Alpha in Hua country . That night he caught him . "little mouse ,do you still want to escape "however he couldn't escape at all and fell into his trap ,marrying the arrogant man. just when he thought he had married the wrong man again , the man comforted him by whispering in his ear ,"Don't be afraid . as long as I'm here everyone in the hua country will give you face !" when the richest man married city M's ugliest omega , everyone was waiting to see the joke . but then the ugly omega revealed his stunning true appearance and displayed his amazing medical skills , everyone realized that the hilly billy they looked down on was an-all powerful god.

“You really think you can own me, Alpha?” Isaldora’s voice was sharp, dripping venom. “I’ll never bow to this bond. I despise you. You and your entire damn kind.” Kaelith’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. “You don’t mean that,” he muttered, voice low, rough. He stepped closer, heat rolling off him, his breath brushing her lips. Her eyes faltered for just a second making his lips curled into a cocky smirk. “You can say what you want, love, but you don’t despise me. Not even close.” Her chest tightened, the mate bond pulling at her like invisible chains. She glared, fighting the hitch in her breath. “I’ll ruin you.” “Then ruin me,” Kaelith growled, closing the distance. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice dipped lower, darker. “Every damn second you try only ties you tighter to me.” She scoffed but it sounded more like a ragged breath. “I hate you to the core.” The words slipped out sharp, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him. “No, baby,” Kaelith rasped, dragging her flush against him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, taking a deep, deliberate inhale, like her very scent was his lifeline. His lashes flickered shut, and when his eyes snapped open, they were dilated—dark, ravenous, dangerous. “Your core doesn’t hate me,” he growled low, voice thick with heat. His lips brushed her ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. “Your core loves me—aches for me, begs for me.” Her eyes flew wide, breath catching in her throat as he crushed the space between them, Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her neck. She fought the moan that almost slipped her mouth. “I’m not trapping you,” he muttered against her skin. “I’m just helping you to realize that every time you push me away, I feel you pulling me back.” Her pulse hammered, her breath ragged — and she hated it. Hated him. Hated the way her body betrayed her. “I’ll ruin you,” she whispered again, this time softer. Kaelith’s smirk eased into something warmer, something that made her chest ache. His thumb brushed slowly along her jaw. “Then ruin me,” he said softly. “But stop lying to yourself about us.” Isaldora Vaneese Aetherwyn is the last of her bloodline. She lived through the massacre that wiped out her coven — and for six years, she’s been burning for vengeance. One by one, she’s hunted her enemies down, breaking them in the cruelest ways. Everything is going to plan. She’s close… so close to the one behind it all. Until she meets him. Kaelith Duskbane — heir to the Duskhowl Pack. He’s everything she hates: dominant, relentless, dangerously handsome… and worst of all, her enemy. The Alpha Prince who hides his heart behind cold steel, who’s spent years waiting for a mate he thought would never come. Now that he’s found her, he refuses to let go. She’s the last witch of a fallen royal bloodline, sworn to vengeance. He’s the ruthless Alpha Prince who would do anything to keep his fated mate. A witch mated to a werewolf? It was an impossible bond. She swears she’ll break it. He swears she’ll stay. But while they clash in a dangerous dance of fire and fury, desire and hate, shadows older and darker than both of them are beginning to stir. And soon, they’ll realize nothing — not their enemies, not their families, not even each other — is what it seems.

Camilla Sanchez/ Rodriguez/ Luther believed her rebirth had finally granted her happiness: Married d to Sinclair Luther, cherished as his wife, and soon to be a mother. Together, they'd conquered enemies and built a love stronger than fate itself. But the past refuses to stay buried. Her grandfather, thought long dead, is found alive, and with him comes a revelation that shakes her to the core: Camilla is the lost daughter of a Crown Prince from a distant kingdom. (ummmm...) Now, Camilla must choose between two worlds: the life she has built with Sinclair, or the throne that demands her bloodline. But the path to the crown is paved with danger, betrayal, and risks that could cost not only her life, but the life of her unborn child. Will Camilla embrace her destiny as a princess? Or will fighting for the crown destroy the love she fought so hard to protect? Step into Book 2 of Rebirth: Swapped Bride to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire and discover whether love can survive the weight of royalty.

Shards of the Forgotten Halo The war that ended the world did not kill humanity—it buried it. Beneath the ruined earth, five vast sectors keep the last survivors alive in darkness, ruled by immortals who wear the names of gods. They do not need chains to keep their subjects quiet; they erase memory, they twist faith, they dim the very idea of hope. Even the sun, once a symbol of life, is no more than a forbidden myth. In the lowest sector, where cruelty is currency and survival is the only prayer, a girl is born who should not exist. Her skin carries warmth in a world without light, a mark that makes her a target before she can walk. She grows sharp where others break, clever where others despair—fighting only to keep herself alive. Yet the deeper she looks at the world around her, the more she begins to see the cracks in the cage. Guided by fragments of forgotten stories and scarred by unbearable loss, she learns what others have forgotten: survival is not enough. There are truths buried deeper than the Pits, older than the so-called gods, and their return begins with her. Because even in a world without a sun, belief is fire. And once lit, it will burn.

Aria Vale Ashford, a famous author, is suddenly trapped inside her own abandoned apocalypse story. With a powerful Manager System demanding she finish what she started or be forgotten forever, she’s handed a useless-looking Train Stationmaster System as her only golden finger. Can she survive ruthless zombies, mutated monsters, and a world on the brink of collapse? Or will her unfinished tale become her eternal prison?

When a race of aliens called the Saber starts attacking Earth, Mira Bakshi, an ordinary woman working at PlanetWatch, receives the power to fight them. She dons the title of the Masked Rider to fight the threats. She doesn't know that her life will never be the same again as she falls deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of what actually caused the Saber invasion, and the truth will shock her reality. This story is conceptualized as an American adaptation of Kamen Rider, inspired by various different seasons. (Sorry for some formatting mistakes this is my first time using this platform)

Catherine Lane lost everything: her family, her fortune, and her future. Now, she's a destitute nanny in a billionaire's mansion, caring for his problematic twins. But Liam Scott is more than just a moody boss; he's a hazardous temptation, a forbidden longing that might shatter her already damaged heart. As secrets from Catherine's past resurface, she realizes she's not simply caring for his children… she's ensnared in a web of deception, blackmail, and a love that could ruin them both. He's a billionaire with secrets darker than midnight. She's a nanny burdened by a history she can't escape. Can their forbidden love survive the darkness that surrounds them, or will it eat them whole?

An unknown high-dimensional civilization, mysterious creatures, a dimensional fantasy continent connected to reality, and a new martial arts world. A fantasy continent, intricate foreshadowing, a heartwarming tone, animal companions, Oriental aesthetics, and an uncharted world. A pitiful soul yet the chosen one; born with great potential, but his wings were broken by enemies. Persisting in growth despite being besieged on all sides, bravely venturing into sacred domains even amid ambushes. Finally awakening his talents, yet destined to face endless trials.

Not all reincarnations go as planned. End was not given a system, nor was he reborn into a game or novel he knew. Instead, he reincarnated into a world of swords and sorcery born in the body of a boy with a broken past. At Walton Academy, where magic determines worth and knights pledge to serve oracle's, End is an extra without talent, without lineage, without a future. But two secrets tie him to a fate he cannot escape: The Oracle Pendant, an artifact that grants him wind magic. Blood Manipulation, a curse that turns his wounds into monsters that kill friend and foe alike. Armed only with swordsmanship, borrowed magic, and a curse that threatens to consume him, End seeks a quiet life. But in this world, peace is the one thing forever denied to him. For when blood spills… his nightmare begins.

A ZepeNet holo-scanner hovered over her, humming faintly. Blue glyphs scanned her nervous system, her spine, her brain, her fingertips. "You may proceed forward into the test room" it's mechanical voice echoed. Her heart pounded. She braced herself. Jang Iseul entered the room, took off her shoes. The scanner blinked. Beeped. Now, she stood barefoot at the scanning area in Dominion Academy test room. The overhead lights pulsed in quiet rhythm, each cycle echoing a countdown she wasn't sure she could beat. The dom­i­na­tion protocol was merciless. Gift identification had to be public. Every blink, every scan, every register to the ZepeNet Core Archive—all recorded, all locked. The hall smelled of cold tiles and recycled air. No pods. No luxury. Just a half-lit device with blinking sensors and a mandatory softnet readout. The scanner intoned: "Please remain still. Initiating full‑spectrum Gift Resonance Scan." Lines of energy crept up her spine. Symbols flickered across her vision like ghost data. The machine made a quiet chirping sound and locked her ZepeNet profile. She was ranked now. The world would see it. Her friends would see it. Universities would ignore it. She stared at the results. Red text streaked across the display: SCANNER SYNC COMPLETE Gift Class: Star‑Class Potential Rank: (F‑Rank) Designation: Mutated Illusion creator Origin Code: Strange, Unknown Energy Bond: Red Locked ZepeNet Status: Manual Review Required Red‑Locked meant more than just blocked advancement—it meant social death. She stared at the result, not very shocked. A technician leaned forward and raised a brow. "Star‑Class? But still F‑Rank?! How rare! But you're permanent Red‑Locked?! Sorry, bad luck, kid," he was flabbergasted as he looked at her sympathetically. She already knew. The system refused to understand her Gift. It didn't just misclassify her—it locked her out. Because it had never seen any gift quite like her. Jang Iseul nodded without looking at him. He tried to sound kind and find the right words. "Well… better late than never. Happens sometimes. You might qualify for logistics or harvest support." She stood silently. Not because she was powerless, but because she knew what to do next. She walked out of the testing room and didn't look back. She didn't know what she had expected— She left the scanner room in silence. Other students whispered as she walked past: "She is still red?" "Forever F‑Rank much, huh? Wow. Even at eighteen." "She's done. No squads'll take her seriously now." She didn't respond. Didn't look back. Didn't try to explain. Because she'd seen what she could do in dreams. And she knew she was close. So damn close. She passed two seniors leaning against a vending drone. One of them, a girl with synthetic nails and neon hair, sneered without making eye contact. "Hey, Jang Iseul. Who are you pretending to be now, queen of the losers F‑Ranks?" Iseul didn't slow down. She didn't even turn her head. But the girl moved aside anyway. There was only one test left before she'd be defined—or discarded.

Ming Sūlín was set up for success. She closed in, breathing slow, calm… poised to strike.   But she paused.   The adolescent sardine twitched—then turned sharply, its fins angling back toward her hidden position.   Her hand hovered, ready to move.   When—   It swam right over her.   No warning. No reaction. Just gliding inches above, exposing its pale underbelly—soft, clear, perfect vitals lit by the soft blue shimmer of the coral glow.   Ming's eyes flicked up—   Then froze.   A massive shadow spread over the reef. Something big.   Even near the glowing coral, her visibility didn't drop.   But the sight?   It shocked her.   A much larger sardine had appeared above them both.   Silent panic slammed through her system.   Please don't tell me—   Ahhh holy shit, is that the mother?! she thought silently, the words echoing in her skull like alarm bells.   Her pupils dilated as she ducked further beneath the jagged reef shelf, tucking herself deeper into the shadows.   The mother was easily five times the size of the juvenile.   FIVE. TIMES.   No shot she was ready for that. Absolutely not.   "Yeahhh, nope," she thought again, backing away with slow, controlled movements, palms half-raised in retreat. "Not up for that task, Coach."   She angled her body to slink sideways through the reef tunnel, slow and steady.   Let's take our winnings… and sneak away before the effects of her gear wear off.   As she moved through the tunnel, she tried to sneak through the small back entrance.   She moved.   Quiet. Quick. Unseen.   Or at least, that's what she thought.   She felt the mother fish before she saw it—gaining speed behind her, charging straight at her body.   Her eyes widened.   She quickly turned around, kicking hard with her flipper shoes, forcing her legs to pump as fast as they could. Don't look back. Don't look back.   But of course—she looked back.   The mother sardine opened her jaws, and a massive suction force pulled her straight toward the waiting maw.   Fuck no. This is not about to happen!   She yanked out her harpoon spear and broken fishing pole, slid off the first and second pole-necks together, stuffed the harpoon tip into the third pole hole, spun mid-water, and swam toward the open mouth—aiming right for the top of its throat as she was swallowed.   Inside the mother sardine's mouth, Ming Sūlín hung—literally—dangling from the roof of its mouth, gripping the harpoon/fishing pole combo she'd improvised.   Damn, this thing was in there good.   She stood upside down, her feet braced against the throat, and yanked with all her strength. The weapon came loose, and she dropped down onto its tongue, where she started her onslaught, stabbing and impaling over and over again—digging her way out of the thing.   Until finally, a notification flashed across her module:   [Congratulations! You have killed x1 Level 2 Adult Sardine.] [You received: 95 EXP | 5 Kill Points | New Skill: Digging Harpole] [Loot: x10 Fish Skin, x40 Ironscales, a Swallowed Fertilized Living City Egg (Alive), x3 Communicator Snail, x1 Young Half-Merman Escaped Slave (Alive), x36 Wood, x32 Stones, x98 Silver and x345 Copper Coin] [All items have been placed in inventory.]   Whoa… this fish really ate everything.   Wait… is that really a fertilized Living City Egg? Which god is watching over me?!   Forget it. She'd look through everything when she got back.   When the fish disappeared the egg was sent into the inventory but the passed-out young merman appeared in front of her.   The mermaid was quite young, looking probably about 10 maybe younger, and had scars covering his arms, his neck and back, and his legs which looked like they had scales once—now clean red raw, leaking with faint blood floating out of it. She collected him into her arms gently, making sure not to hurt him.   And the mother fish also swallowed a young merman?! A slave?! Are there more of them?   #action #faceslapping #gameworld #RPG #strongfl #sliceoflife #urban

A 40-year-old office worker suffered a tragic fate when he found himself in a strange place with an old man who claimed to be God. The old man offered him reincarnation in another world and blessed him with a cheat code. Instead of accepting the cheat code, he made an unexpected request.

Seventeen-year-old Aria Veyra has always felt out of place at the Crescentfall Academy of Magic. Quiet, restless, and haunted by dreams she cannot explain, she longs for a life beyond dusty tomes and whispered chants. But when golden eyes appear in her waking vision, watching her from the shadows of the academy, Aria’s world begins to unravel. The wolf that stalks her dreams is no ordinary beast. He is Damien, heir to a cursed bloodline and alpha of a hidden werewolf pack hunted for centuries. Bound by prophecy, Damien is torn between two worlds: his duty to protect his pack and the dangerous pull of a human girl who carries the fire that could either save or doom them all. As Aria is drawn deeper into Damien’s orbit, she discovers that her fainting spells, visions, and unexplained strength are not accidents. She is the last descendant of an ancient bloodline, marked by the Moon Goddess, destined to awaken powers feared by both witches and wolves alike. But her destiny comes with chains: the prophecy binds her to Damien in blood and flame, declaring her both his salvation and his destruction. At first, Aria fights the bond terrified of the monster she believes Damien to be. Yet the more she learns about the truth of her heritage, the darker Crescentfall’s secrets become. Professors hide knowledge of the old wars, students whisper of disappearances, and a shadow cult rises, bent on using Aria’s blood to break the barrier between life and death. With Crescentfall at risk of collapse and Damien's pack facing annihilation, Aria is thrust into a war she never asked for. Torn between loyalty to her friends, the freedom she craves, and the fire that burns between her and Damien, she must make an impossible choice: To embrace her destiny as Damien’s mate and wield her power to save them all Or to break the bond, risking both their lives, and plunge the world into ruin. But the Moon Goddess does not give gifts without sacrifice. And Aria’s sacrifice may cost her everything she has ever loved.

His sister. His mate. She can only be one… and either choice will destroy them. Metheea Feylisse was raised in exile, hidden from the Dragon Prince who should have been her brother or her fate. Now she’s back in Katarthan under a false name, forced to train as a future bride… under his watch. Azrayel is powerful, ruthless, and impossibly drawn to her. If she’s the lost princess, she’s forbidden by blood. If she’s his fated mate, she’s forbidden by destiny. Either way, the closer they get, the hotter the fire burns— and when dragons burn, they burn for their bride. But when blood and destiny demand opposite things… which one will they betray? WARNING: Forbidden Relationship Trope , Explicit Content

In the shadowed realms where mortal breaths intertwine with the whispers of fate, life unfolds as a merciless scribe, etching its decrees in ink spun from sorrow. From the first gasp of a newborn soul, the threads of their destiny are bound by the rotted parchment of others' judgments. A prison woven not by iron, but by the venomous counsel of those who claim dominion over truth. No deed of valor, no moonlit vigil of toil, nor blood spilled in pursuit of one's creed can unravel the skein of condemnation. For the celestial loom spins eternally, its gears forged by the hands of scorn, weaving all hope into an endless tapestry of anguish. A cycle, cruel and unbroken, as silver needles of judgment pierce the tattered fabric of will, each stitch a dirge, each thread a serpent coiling tighter. Perfection, they croon, is the sigil of the righteous, a gilded lie sold by shadowed councils in their marble halls. Yet what is this perfection? But a hollowed relic, a marionette's dance to the tune of hollowed minds? To walk the path others deem "flawless" is to wander a labyrinth with no sky, no stars, no breath of wind to stir the soul's embers. Even time, that fickle mender, cannot fully seal the cracks wrought by sorrow's blade. Wounds may close, scars fading like ink drowned in rain, but their echoes linger, phantom storms in the marrow of one's spirit. Or do they? For in this realm of ash and twilight, where even the gods avert their gaze... can a soul truly outrun the venom of its chains?

Life is unpredictable, we don't know what will happen. Many wil said to enjoy the moment in life rather than making money all your life. If they ask you this what will you choose. It's a very hard question right? But this question makes us realize that we don't hold our lives. Only our Creator knows us.

Alright, so imagine this: Your soul gets yeeted across the multiverse and you’re basically doomed to be the universe’s favorite punching bag. In every world, you’re the one who gets cheated on, betrayed, left for dead, or just generally treated like trash by some trashy male lead. Sounds like a major L, right? Well, enter Qiao Zhi—the ultimate girlfriend who said, “Not on my watch, destiny, you funky little troll.” See, her one true love, Gu Yangjin (affectionately known as Gu’er), had her soul shattered into a billion pieces and scattered across who-knows-how-many worlds. And in every single one of these worlds? Gu’er is living her worst life. I’m talking getting cuckolded, being the tragic villainess who gets played, or just straight-up being the side character who gets offed before chapter five. The universe really said, “Let’s give this girl every imaginable villain origin story.” But Qiao Zhi? Oh, she’s not having it. She’s basically the OP MC with main character energy so strong it breaks the fourth wall—and the system’s sanity. She jumps into each world like, “Ayo, which pathetic scumbag thinks he’s gonna mess with my woman today?” and then proceeds to absolutely demolish the plot. Entertainment world? She’ll become Gu’er’s ultimate simp and manager, exposing the male lead’s lies on live TV. ABO universe? She’s the Alpha who’s like, “Sorry, that S-tier Male Lead can step aside—this Omega is mine.” Cultivation realm? She’ll break the heavens just to make sure her wife isn’t forced into some toxic dual cultivation contract. Superpowers? Magic? Interstellar?? Honey, she’s there. And she is not subtle. And the best part? Every version of Gu’er is different. Sometimes she’s soft and needs protecting; other times she’s the grumpy villainess who doesn’t trust anyone (until Qiao Zhi melts that icy heart, ofc). And Qiao Zhi? She’s the definition of down bad. She’s usually the one wearing the pants (or the armor, or the space suit), but let’s be real—she’s such a simp for her wife that she’ll totally let Gu’er take charge when the mood strikes. Ahem. As she saves Gu’er again and again, she’s also collecting pieces of her soul. It’s like the world’s most dramatic and romantic scavenger hunt. But why was Gu’er’s soul shattered? Who even is Qiao Zhi, really? Why does she have so much power? Girl, we don’t know! The mystery is part of the fun! So if you’re into stories where one woman says “screw the script” and goes full superhero girlfriend mode across infinite dimensions, with plenty of fluff, teasing, and “oh wow they’re so gay” moments… buckle up. This is about to be your next hyperfixation. >It’s 1 V 1. The heroine, Gu Yangjin’s soul has been scattered into countless worlds and Our MC, Qiao Zhi, with her mysterious background and powers will transmigrate into those countless worlds and change the forced will of the destiny cast upon her Gu’er and let her live a happy life. (Of course, with her only.) >There is no fixed Top or Bottom between the two of them but Qiao Zhi is definitely the dominant type but she loves her wife too much and sometimes lets herself get dominated by her, hehehe…. >My Original Book, Read and Enjoy!