And Then There Were None

Lukas, a 37 year old man, was adopted as a son by a wealthy family, namely the Michael family. As an adopted son, Lukas was always treated badly. He was humiliated and treated unfairly by the Michael family. Lukas had a Romantic relationship with a woman from a very rich family named Amanda Lewis. But unfortunately, because Lukas was only an adopted child, Amanda was matched with Lukas’ adopted younger brother, Brian Michael. Not only were they in an arranged marriage, it turned out that the two of them were already in a relationship behind Lukas’ back. One night all the misery in Lukas’ life changed. Just then he was met by a man named Julian Mob. The man who was the confidant of the number one businessman in the world, Moreno Malik. It turned out that Lukas was Moreno Malik’s biological son, which meant he was the heir to the Malik Group business empire. Lukas’ world immediately changed, he secretly turned around the situation of the Michael family, which was already in quite a crisis. He made all of the Michael family assets belong to him completely.

"I can't be gnawed, you should know that," Dragon Master breathed out dragon aura from his nostrils. Ever thought about the existence of humanity being determined through games between supernatural beings to be conducted in a particular city, and then the results would determine whether humanity in the whole world would be annihilated or not? Well, you are about to meet with one. Set during the period when different classes of gods were given chances in a rotational order to protect the humans. About 4,000 years ago, it became the shadow god's turn and the shadow god Humu was given the job of creating shadow beings to protect all of humanity. His first shadow being created was the shadow supreme being that existed as a place and a powerful being. Possessed massive power, and was the highest in the rank of the shadow beings until his rival the evil shadow supreme being created by the rival shadow god Humu, shadow god Josea who hated humanity and was polemic about Humu's task and wanted Humu to fail his task, so he Created evil shadow beings who were so unscrupulous in their acts. The first in rank of Humu creatures were the shadow supreme beings followed by shadow legends, then shadow lords, followed by shadow masters then lastly shadow warriors. It was the shadow master's turn because an event caused a disastrous domino effect and everyone wasn't present to continue. The Dragon Master, head of the Shadow masters must regain his lost memories due to reincarnation after death, gather all the rest of his top royals and other royals plus the entire Shadow masters who have reincarnated through space and time to protect humanity but he must deal with the shadow masters who are the perfidious malcontents first.

"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 ]

The mushroom cloud was enough to darken the clear sky for minutes on end. That wasn't my major concern; i just had to find Micah, and i had to find her fast. We had to stick together --- to survive. After all, we had no one. No one at all. The cloud gradually cleared; but there, i realized there were worst problems.

When something which he had been looking forward to for months– in hopes of it turning his life around, went downhill and he found himself in jail before he could process all of it, Richardson was fully convinced all hopes were lost. But, that was before he got informed that he was the sought after and only Heir of the Wilson empire.

"You!" She yelled, her eyes bulging from thier sockets and continued, "You still have the audacity to come here after all you did? What a ridiculous, shameless man." All eyes were on him and he lowered his head in shame, this was what he passed through every day. "Grandmother!" The familiar voice he knew and always cherished said amidst the many eyes that were on him. She walked towards him and held his hands sweetly. "You are not getting acquainted with him, Never! Not on my watch." She replied angrily and left. ~~~~ Elliot's life was a typical sham if that's the correct word for it, he has been shamed and bullied for every single mistake he did. But worser times, when he realised his Nana was sick and needed urgent money, he approached his in-laws, but he was shamed as usual. And just then, his life surprisingly took a turn. "Every single person who mocked me will live to bow down before me."

In the frozen heart of Midgard, Kratos and Atreus find themselves drawn into a nightmare that predates even the gods themselves. When entire villages begin vanishing into thin air—leaving only frozen blood and whispers in the wind—the Ghost of Sparta must confront a horror that cannot be killed by blade alone. Something ancient stirs beneath the Nordic ice. The Draugr no longer stay dead. The forests breathe with malevolent intelligence. And Atreus begins hearing voices that shouldn't exist voices that know his true nature, voices that call him by a name even Kratos fears to speak. As father and son venture deeper into cursed territories where reality itself fractures, they discover that some evils were buried for a reason. The lines between the living and the dead blur. Trust becomes a luxury. And Kratos must ask himself: what happens when you've killed gods, but the true monsters were waiting underneath all along? This is a story of survival, sacrifice, and the terrifying realization that in the world of Norse mythology, death is never the end it's just the beginning of something worse.

Kelvin Stewart is a junior high school student with big dreams—becoming a successful, wealthy businessman. However, his life has not been easy. Born into a poor family, Kelvin and his mother were left homeless after their house was sold to pay off his late father's debts. They were forced to live under a bridge. At school, Kelvin was the target of hatred from many students because of his background as the son of a scavenger. Every day, he was attacked with harsh words, humiliated, and often even tortured by student named Zico and two of his men. One day, in a quiet alley on his way home from school, Kelvin was brutally attacked by Zico and his men. His body was almost destroyed and he had almost lost hope, but at the last second, he unexpectedly obtained a system that saved him from death. Without that system, he would never have had a chance to survive. However, the question is—what will happen to Kelvin Stewart's life after he gets the system?

His name was Zyren Drakos—a name whispered like a curse and remembered like a legend. Once left to die on the blood-soaked battlefield of the fallen Aetherion Kingdom, Zyren’s fate should have ended there. But death had other plans. Rescued by a notorious poison master shunned by the martial world, Zyren was reborn—not as a soldier, but as a living weapon. Trained in silence and shadows, he mastered forbidden arts. Every breath he took, every enemy he struck down, carved his path in poison and vengeance. But everything changed the night he saved her—a courtesan cloaked in mystery and beauty, with secrets deeper than her smile. She gave him his first taste of love... and cursed him forever. Now, hunted by assassins, betrayed by allies, and chased by the ghosts of a war not yet over, Zyren fights not just to survive—but to uncover the truth. Because somewhere in the chaos, the courtesan vanished... and left behind a single message: “They were never after me… They were after you.”

[ Soul Force: Exceptional.] [Title Granted: God of Songs and Music.] [Class: X. Dominion: All sound, all rhythm, all harmony and discord that ever was or will be] [Edge: Reality hums your melody. Creation dances to your chorus. Accept divine duty? [Yes] / [No] ] The world ended in an unbecoming way and from the Apocalypse rose a lot. Many of earth's population didn't survive, they were either dead or transformed into brainless mutants. The ones that did make it were granted powers! systems that helped them engineer the world and what was remaining of it. The weak souled ones Awakened with very very mediocre powers e.g. Knowing how to spot water e.t.c but the stronger souled awakened as S class granted legendary status and titles proclaiming them lord over thier powers. The stronger and rarer souled ones however, Awakened as X class a conventionally different specie of Humans...the system proclaimed them Gods and infinite. Now what happens when Tony burbry a boy who after an incident awakens as the God of sound....