Fantasy

Since birth, they were swapped to maintain the balance of two worlds. ​The prince from the Shadow World grew up as a human with uncontrollable powers of fire and water. Meanwhile, a human girl lived her life in the kingdom of power manipulators, becoming the only one considered weak because she possessed no abilities at all. ​Years later, both had found love in the worlds that raised them. However, an ancient prophecy forced them to unite as a couple. For only their blood is capable of maintaining the balance of the two worlds. ​When love must face destiny, what will they choose? Hold on to the ones they love, or save two worlds from destruction?

Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a place called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space itself, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he lose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose?

Seven gods built the world. One of them died for a human. That was their first mistake. Muri was born to be blind, denied and forgotten by his clan. Venit was born wild, powerful and infinite. When a dying goddess places her entire essence into the only human who never flinched at her magnitude — the world stops making its old familiar sense. Thousands of years later, someone finds the key to his prison. They should not have done that. Power born from grief. A storm that remembers who it lost. And a reckoning thousands of years in the making

His wife took the medicine meant to save his dying mother and gave it to her ex-boyfriend. When Darius confronted her, she chose her ex over him and ended their three-year marriage without hesitation. But she didn’t know the man she had just divorced was Hades, the legendary God of Death, feared for his unmatched combat and medical skills. Now that Darius has nothing left to hold him back, those who once looked down on him are about to discover who he really is.

Tavian Eroth is a civil engineer who expected a standard dungeon crawl. Instead, he found a buried metropolis with a zoning problem. While other adventurers hunt for gold, Tavian hunts for blueprints and plumbing supplies. But as the lights turn back on and the streets are swept clean, the original owners are coming back to check their property lines.

They broke his bones. They spat on his pride. They left him to die in the gutter. They just made the biggest mistake of their lives. Zolda was nothing—just another piece of street trash in a city ruled by cruel billionaires and ruthless gangsters. But on the verge of death, the heavens blinked. An ancient seal shattered, gifting him the Kunao Inner Eye and the forbidden Legacy of the Divine Healer. Now, Zolda sees what no human can: the flow of blood, the cracks in bones, and the dark secrets rotting inside the elites. He doesn’t need a scalpel to save you, and he doesn’t need a gun to end you. With a flick of his wrist and a single silver needle, he controls life and death. From crushing arrogant young masters at charity galas to battling cyborg assassins and dismantling ancient immortality cults, Zolda is on a warpath. Along with a genius fallen heiress and a deadly assassin-doctor, he’s building an empire on the ruins of his enemies. One hand offers salvation. The other delivers absolute destruction. In a city where money used to be god... Zolda is the new religion. "You have two choices: Get cured, or get crushed. The Emperor is in session."

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

Left for dead in a freezing gutter after being betrayed by his high-society fiancée, Ethan Vance hits rock bottom. But as his final breath fades, a supernatural interface awakens within his mind: The Supreme System. Every insult, every blow, and every drop of contempt directed at him is no longer his defeat—it is his ultimate capital, converting raw malice into unstoppable physical power. The world wanted him broken. Now, they will choke on what they made.

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

A broken soul. A shattered jade. A path of blood and glory that will make the heavens tremble. Lin Feng is the trash of the Mystic Sword Sect. Born with shattered spiritual roots, he is a walking joke, enduring daily beatings from cruel disciples and the cold disdain of elders. But everything changes on the night he is pushed off a cliff and left for dead. Blood meets ancient jade, unleashing a forbidden legacy trapped for ten thousand years. Suddenly, his useless veins transform into a divine cosmic engine, and a forbidden scripture fills his mind. Now, the boy everyone stepped on is climbing out of the abyss. He will crush the geniuses who mocked him, take back the treasures stolen from his bloodline, and uncover the dark conspiracy that wiped out his family. The Nine Heavens think they rule his fate, but Lin Feng is about to show them that even the gods can bleed

In a world where, vampires, werewolves, witches and demons exist, a young human is admitted into a supernatural academy and forced to survive in a room filled with dangerous races that won't hesitate to kill him

For a millennium, Cyprian Vane served as the Warden of the Hollow Gast, the silent protector who kept the Three Realms from dissolving into the void. He was the greatest strategist of the age, yet on the eve of his final victory, he was impaled by a Sun-Spike—a pillar of solidified light driven into his heart by the very immortal Lords he defended. They didn't want the world saved; they wanted it harvested. Cyprian wakes up nineteen years old, kneeling on the Stone of Penitence. It is the day of his Great Scourging, where his half-brother, Thalric, is set to brand him an outcast and seize his inheritance. But this is not the weak boy they remember. Cyprian has returned with the memories of a thousand wars and a hunger for the Ascension of the Marrow. He will not just reclaim his house; he will hunt the Lords of the Empyrean and shatter the throne that treats the world as a slaughterhouse.

When the Veil shattered, the world did not end in fire—it ended in monsters. Demons poured from the skies, and ancient Gods dropped their fractured Divine Seeds to the earth, seeking mortal vessels. Ronan was a dead man walking, his chest crushed in a demon ambush. But as his blood soaked the earth, the Seed of Primordial Eros chose him. It offered him the power to rip demons apart with his bare hands, but the toll was absolute: his godhood is fueled by passion, and his domain is the bed. To harness his devastating power, Ronan must forge "Soul-Covenants"—deep physical, emotional, and spiritual bonds with women of latent magical bloodlines. They become his Divine Chalices; the deeper their intimacy, the more invincible he becomes. But Ronan is not the only vessel. In the ruined capital of Aethelgard, Malakai—a ruthless tyrant who swallowed the Seed of the Grave—builds an empire of the undead, enslaving both humans and demons alike. This is no longer a tale of survival in a broken world. It is a war between ascending gods. Witness Ronan’s bloody ascent from a broken victim to an apex predator, and the founder of a brutal new civilization built upon passion, blood, and devastating betrayals.

SYNOPSIS To the public, he is a plain Level One relic repairman. In reality, he is a legendary healer, a celebrated designer, a hired killer, and much more. He can become almost anything because he is the only man in Virelia who can copy another person’s power and keep it forever. In Virelia, powerful energy cores produce Energy Vials, the currency that fuels magic, machines, transportation, and daily life. Yet his registered Energy Sense power produces little, leaving him poor and beneath the notice of the elite. That lie protects every life he leads. When the Valcrest Family finds him, they claim he is Danaya Valcrest’s missing fiancé. The man they seek has his exact face and first name. He knows they have mistaken him for someone else, but hiding inside a powerful family is the perfect way to escape the enemies hunting him. He accepts the identity and becomes Danaya’s husband. Danaya believes he is the man who abandoned her before their wedding. Their marriage begins with anger, suspicion, and questions he cannot answer without exposing the deception. When Seraphine Valcrest suffers a fatal core collapse, he secretly uses his healing power to save her. Danaya soon begins searching for the legendary healer who may help her family, unaware that he shares her home. She admires his hidden identities while clashing with the ordinary husband she believes is beneath her. His former fiancée, hostile relatives, two powerful families, and missing records complicate their growing bond. Every healing, artifact, and hidden power leaves another clue. At Virelia’s greatest healing conference, one watchful relative finally notices the connection between Danaya’s husband and the legendary figures surrounding him. How long can he live as another man before someone discovers who he really is?

The silence of the grave is the loudest sound in the universe. Lennon Vale was supposed to die in the exile pits after being cast out by his own blood. Instead he wakes up at the edge of existence in a wasteland of colossal bones. This is the Dragon Graveyard. Here the wind whispers in ancient tongues and the shadows of dead legends still patrol the frost. When Lennon touches a skull of obsidian he realizes the dead are not finished with the world. By awakening their hollow memories he gains the forbidden arts of a lost race. But Lennon is not the only thing hunting in the boneyard. Something is coming to finish what began when the dragons vanished and the keeper is the only soul standing in its path.

Stripped of his title, bloodline, and dignity, Klaus Dravon was left for dead at the Silverstone Pack border. His brother’s betrayal was absolute, supported by the cold silence of the pack,including Liora, the warrior who never respected him. They expected the vampires to finish him. They were wrong. Waiting in the shadows was Seraphine, a vampire spy who has watched Klaus for years. She didn’t come to rescue him out of mercy; she came because the ancient, hungry power dormant in Klaus’s blood is finally waking up. Now, Klaus must navigate an uneasy alliance with the creatures of the night to master a force that threatens to consume his humanity. As Liora begins to uncover the truth behind the betrayal, Klaus prepares for a scorched-earth reckoning. He didn’t start this war, but he will burn his brother's empire to the ground to end it. In Moonblood Uprising, Klaus must decide if the monster within is his salvation or his ultimate undoing.

He was born a traitor’s son. The academy branded him a failure. But an ancient king’s soul calls him Master. Seventeen year old Kael Ashford arrives at the prestigious Dragonspire Academy with nothing but a patched tunic and the heavy burden of his family's disgraced name. Branded as the son of the kingdom’s ultimate traitor, he expects to be rejected during the public Bonding Ceremony. He expects to return to his starving border village in shame. He does not expect a legendary, midnight-scaled black dragon,a beast thought to be dead for centuries,to crash through the glass dome, bow in absolute submission, and call him "Your Majesty." Before Kael can claim his destiny, a cloaked assassin slits the dragon's throat, and a forbidden royal crest burns itself permanently into Kael's chest. Sentenced to the damp, rotten Discard Dorms with the academy’s lowest failures, Kael quickly realizes the dragon isn’t completely gone,its powerful consciousness is alive inside his mind, acting as a secret mentor. To survive the murderous gaze of Headmaster Vance and the cold, vengeful blade of the brilliant Lyra Voss, Kael must fake his weakness while secretly siphoning forbidden magic. But as he uses a stolen silver key to unlock the ancient, hidden ruins built directly beneath the school, he uncovers a dark laboratory that shatters the history of the kingdom. Deep within the academy's forbidden underbelly stands a cage of pure magical energy. And resting inside it, is a boy who shares his exact face,a perfect duplicate whose pitch-black eyes are wide awake, whispering a dark warning that will change everything.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.

A dead man who never should have woken up must trade his memories for power to stop someone erasing the souls of the forgotten, knowing he's next.

When a reality-shattering tear swallows a Chicago subway platform, Raymond Vance awakens in Sector 404, a desolate, starless wasteland dominated by nightly monster waves. Every transmigrated human receives a basic Lord System to construct defensive outposts, but cosmic radiation corrupts Raymond’s system firmware. He gains the unique ability to build reality-bending fortifications and Eldritch weaponry without material resources—but at the direct cost of his own sanity. ​Forced into an active survival loop, Raymond must harvest resources and fresh water during the hostile daylight hours while defending his crumbling shelter against lethal mutant packs at night. Every territory upgrade drains his mental stability, triggering physical hallucinations, auditory torment, and manifestation of cosmic horrors in his peripheral vision. ​The stakes escalate rapidly when an organized army of level-five Ironclad Brutes blocks him into his sector. Rather than rushing his defenses, the brilliant Skull King initiates a strategic siege to starve him out. Trapped between a tightening military perimeter outside and his fraying mind within, Raymond is forced to adapt his system mechanics by sacrificing his own physical vitality and blood to reinforce his defenses. Dropping into critical sanity levels, Raymond must outsmart the giant army, conquer the shifting local terrain, and survive a forced arena teleportation to claim dominion over the entire valley.