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Kaelen Voss is the best Auctioneer in the business—a rogue who hunts forgotten gods in the shadows of the world, capturing fading deities and selling them to the highest bidder. When a forgotten deity is forgotten, it becomes a Pareidolia, an ephemeral ghost that can be bound and traded like currency. Gods of forgotten waterfalls. Gods of extinct animals. Gods of childhood dreams never remembered. But Kaelen has a secret: he hears their whispers. Every captured god screams in his mind, and the only way to silence them is to find them a new owner. It's a curse. It's a business. It's survival. When he captures an unnamed god of pure malice—a shapeless, nameless thing that predates civilization—he thinks he's struck gold. Until he discovers the truth. This isn't a god. It's an Anti-God. The concept of endings made manifest. The end of empires. The end of bloodlines. The end of everything. Now, powerful factions are hunting him: the Veil Council wants to weaponize the Anti-God. The Shadow Syndicate wants to sell it to the highest bidder. And a mysterious woman from his past knows the Anti-God's true name—the one thing that could either bind it forever or unleash the apocalypse. Kaelen must run an impossible auction, selling the one thing that can end all things to a buyer who can contain it, before the world's most powerful players tear reality apart to claim it. But the Anti-God is patient. And it has been waiting for an Auctioneer who can finally hear its whisper. The End is coming. And Kaelen is holding the bidding paddle.

Adam Walker, the top CIA agent "Shepherd" suffering from amnesia, worked as a rickshaw puller for three years, enduring humiliation and abuse at the hands of his mother-in-law and wife. After a divorce where he left with nothing, a diamond black card revealed the truth behind his immense wealth and mysterious identity—while his ex-wife were arm in arm with her new rich boyfriend, mocking him. What they didn't realize was that, the real Kingsman is coming back...

He woke up in a city that doesn’t forget—but he remembers nothing. With a name that isn’t his, hunted by ghosts that wear familiar faces, and a past stitched into someone else’s war, Ethan Vale must navigate Echelon City’s labyrinth of lies to reclaim who he is. But the truth may be the deadliest weapon in a world built on deception. In the game of Lazarus, the first one to remember dies.

Arthur thought he was just a regular guy until his own uncle tried to stab him in a high-rise office building. Suddenly, Arthur wakes up with strange shadow powers and a target on his back. Hunted by a magical police officer with lightning in her hands and trapped inside a glowing purple dome that covers all of New York City, Arthur has to figure out who he really is. But every secret he uncovers changes everything, and the biggest shock of all is that his entire life might just be a trick.

Five years mopping floors. One man. Undefeated. Ethan Cole is invisible at Blackridge Elite Academy—the janitor nobody looks at, the son-in-law everyone dismisses. What they don't know: he's the Ghost Marshal. He ended the Iron Conflict in 72 hours. He toppled governments with his bare hands. He took this job to disappear. Now sleeper agents are moving through Blackridge, targeting the children of generals and senators. The threat has resurface. Ethan sets down his mop. The most dangerous man alive has been watching them all along. And he's done waiting.

A man in a stained janitor's uniform kneels in a hotel lobby while a CEO wipes his shoes on his back. Marcus Webb was once the Ghost of the Eastern Front—a soldier so feared enemies surrendered at his name. That was five years ago, before his unit was betrayed, before the government declared him dead. He survived a bullet to the spine and a fall from a helicopter. The world buried him. He crawled out. His fatal flaw is mercy. He still hesitates. He's learning not to. What he wants: find the five men who ordered the hit on his unit. Make them suffer. What he's wrong about: this isn't personal. His former commander is now a city councilman. The arms dealer who sold him out owns half the police department. The betrayal was about what he carried in his memory—information that could topple a shadow empire. The golden finger: He was the Ghost. Now he's a ghost with nothing to lose. He's been watching for six months, cataloging every weakness, every secret. The stakes: His old injury is slowly paralyzing him. He needs money for surgery. And his unit was eliminated to cover up a biological weapons deal. Seven people know. One is dead. Six are alive, and they own this city. Marcus is the only person who can prove what happened—he recorded the meeting where they decided to sacrifice his men. Only on Meganovel: The Ghost doesn't just kill his enemies. He dismantles everything they've built. Every victory costs him a piece of his humanity. Read to watch him make the city kneel.

Transmigration!!!! Yeah,that's it. Jasmine woke up and found herself in a world. What world? a world that was the exact same as the one in her favourite novel. But something didn't seem right. You want to know what didn't seem right? She got into her favourite novel but it was the olden days era. Ah!the olden era and she was actually playing the role of a girl who was hated by someone she loves. You know, Jasmine's crush was the ML of the novel. And then she getting into the novel and playing the role of enemy is.... Again,she woke up and found herself in a hospital bed. And this time it was the actual novel. Isn't that a bliss? She was her playing her own damn role. Intriguing right? A secret!What's it? A change again occurred in the novel. The novel she read was a contemporary romance but this time it turned to Fantasy. The novel turned to a book that the ML and other characters were not humans but something else...... Something mysterious, something gruesome

After surviving a deadly betrayal during a classified mission, elite Night Agent Ethan Vale becomes the most wanted man in the country. Hunted by his own agency and mysterious black-ops soldiers, Ethan uncovers Blackout Protocol, a secret operation capable of destroying governments and silencing anyone who learns the truth. With a dangerous hacker as his only ally and enemies hiding inside the system he once trusted, Ethan must stay alive long enough to expose the conspiracy before the country falls into darkness.

Betrayed by his trusted General and a Vice President revealed as a traitor, Project Agent Gabriel Jones of the US Army found himself marooned in a world of fantasy. As he clutched his voice message terminal, the President's final words crackled through: "Gabriel, it's over! They've taken the White House. If you're still out there, for God's sake, get back here! We need you!" Can he fight his way through this alien nightmare and return to a shattered America, or will he perish in the grip of this new world?

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]