Ancient Romance

Xu Qing was a genius born from Sky Beyond sect and cultivated at five years. The entire province of BurningSand was smitten by the arrival of this genius...However when he was taken to the immemorial estuary, his cultivation stagnated and dwindled. in fact, he fell from every ranks he had ever achieved as a cultivator. He was expelled, ridiculed, mocked and bullied...not until he saw Ancient God's Sword relic in the inventory and bound with it...Now He became a legendary figure in all the Tian yuan cosmos and the seven universes in the Megaverse.

Three years ago, he was framed, crippled, and cast into the mud. Today, he discovered an altar that turns blood into power and stones into divine pills. ​The Dantian is broken? Fine. > The path to immortality is closed? I’ll punch a new one. ​Witness the rise of the last Ancient God in a world of deceptive Immortals. Strength is the only truth, and Mu Qiu has plenty of it.

Once a rising star in modern medicine, Rick Franklin was framed by his master and cast out to die. But when lightning fuses an ancient power into his blood, he awakens the Ancient Medical Rising System, a divine force that heals, destroys, and resurrects. Now, in a world ruled by corrupt healers and hidden sects, Rick walks the line between doctor and avenger. Every wound he mends feeds his legend. Every life he saves brings him closer to the truth. And when the master who damned him returns as the Plague God, the final battle for the soul of humanity begins.

"Don't underestimate me!" She growled, pressing the knife against his neck on their wedding night. "Don't mistake my kindness for my weakness." "You look so hot pinning me against the wall and the knife pressing me against my neck," he smirked. ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Weylin Turner, the vicious leader of the mafia organization 'The Black Panther' returned to England after fifteen years. At a party, he learned that his marriage was already fixed with the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia organizations in England. But on the day of the marriage, the bride didn't appear. To save his father's face, he immediately ordered his subordinates to find a bride for him. Suddenly his eyes fell on Garaine Jones, a cheerful caregiver at an orphanage. He couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. Finding her weakness, he compelled her to become his bride. To his surprise, she agreed to his terms and conditions easily. Little did he know that Garaine Jones wasn't some ordinary woman as he thought. She was something beyond his imagination. Did the predator himself become prey while chasing his fantasies?

In a world ruled by holy knights and mages, an orphan grave-digger Kane is hunted as a heretic after accidentally raising the dead. He awakens the Necromancer King System, allowing him to command unlimited undead armies, steal souls for power, and turn any battlefield into his domain. From a hunted fugitive, Kane builds an empire of the dead, slaps arrogant heroes and noble families who branded him evil, conquers forbidden lands, and becomes the dark sovereign who decides the fate of nations. The living will learn to fear the king of the dead.

Death was never meant to be played with — until he made it a game. Draven Kaine, once the Empire’s most feared necromancer, was executed for treason after raising the dead army that destroyed his own homeland. But when the veil between worlds cracks open, he awakens in his own coffin — alive, cursed, and bound to the ghost of the man he murdered. To survive, Draven must hunt the escaped souls that now haunt the living. Each spirit carries a secret piece of a greater puzzle — a game orchestrated by an ancient god who calls himself The Reaper King. Every round of this deadly game demands a sacrifice: a memory, a life, or a soul. But when Draven discovers the Reaper King’s final target is the woman he once loved, he must decide… Will he play by death’s rules — or rewrite them?

When the world encountered an apocalypse in the year 2678, demons and evil spirits Rose and dominated the universe, they captured humanities genius, killed and rendered everything on Earth useless. Earth remained a barren and desolate place in all sixteen Galaxy. However, when a child was born through the concept of Death itself, even the underworld feared his descent.

🩸 ULTIMATE NECROMANCER SYNOPSIS Kaelen was supposed to die. Crushed beneath the weight of a collapsing raid boss and his own piss-poor judgment, he welcomed oblivion like an old drinking buddy with a grudge. Instead, he woke up naked, undead, and holding a glowing black tome that whispered sweet apocalypses into his ear like a horny banshee with no sense of personal space. Now the world is his buffet, and death is just the starter. Armed with a god-tier necromancer class, Kaelen doesn’t build an army—he cultivates a fucking family of unhinged monsters. From Nyssara, his banshee lieutenant who flirts through evisceration, to Mourn, the disgruntled bone-construct with attachment issues, his undead legion is a trauma-bonded mess of love, war, and co-dependence. The gods have rules. Kaelen writes fanfiction about breaking them. Welcome to a world where magic is a drug, love is weaponized, and the word "cunt" is a comma.

The youthful prodigy of the Alliance, the Necromancer Kyo the Deathweaver, is dead. But he was not slain by the illness that haunted him. Killed mercilessly by a traitor to the alliance he had sworn himself to, during a war between that same Alliance and the corrupt dogs of the Maburh Empire. He died for nothing, but he did so valiantly. Another youth taken by war. So why is it that he is awoken, 50 years later? Why is it that he finds a world where the Alliance lost and the traitor that slew him is hailed as a Hero? Why is it that he finds a world that does not remember his name? That won't do. That won't do at all.

A story of a cruel undying villain, Malachi who was reincarnated 300 years into the past after being killed by the Heroes. With his dark necromancy power coupled with his unmatched wisdom, and battle experiences, he seeks vengeance to those who wronged him in the past and the presence. Heartless and not knowing the concept of morality, Malachi only care about his own.