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Kael dropped his hands down, causing his blade to run along the jagged ground, sending burst of sparks infused with dark-magic across the floor. His victim, a bloodied werewolf, laid on the ground, staring at him with his one trembling eye. Kael growled as he knelt beside the dying beast. “They sent me to tell you, wolf…” He lifted his sword and placed it on werewolf’s neck. “… your end has come.” ................. The world was dying The Blinding Veil - a divine seal formed by the beings of past was the one thing stopping the entire world from meeting its end. But it’s effects are already fading as the seal had begun to break and the evil curse the ancestors had tried to ward off with the seal had begun to seep in through the cracks in the bleeding veil. Vampires were going rogue, werewolves killed without reason, the Elves turned to dark magic, the faes sat and watched the evil unfold without interfering. And the humans? They were reduced to hundreds, losing a battle even their techs couldn't help win. But Kael Draven, a god-blade wielding killer with no memory of his past, is not like them. Once a child soldier and now a hired gun, Kael believes his targets are the danger—until a failed assignment reveals a terrible truth: They're not the threat. He is. Chased by his former masters, Kael joins a half-elf warlock, a exiled werewolf, a Fae torturer, and a human prodigy. As the world is about to end, Kael learns that he's not human—nor hybrid. He is something more... With everything and everyone after him, will Kael become the monster he was designed to be, or seal the pact that wants to end him?

A sky filled with fire and screams. But death wasn't the end it was the beginning. He wakes in a lavish royal chamber, not as himself, but in the frail, dying body of a mysterious young boy named Kael. The problem? Kael is no ordinary child. He’s a forgotten royal, shunned by nobles, pitied by the kind-hearted Princess Seraphina… and possibly the heir to something far more dangerous than a throne. He remembers his world technology, logic, science. But here, power comes in the form of spiritual energy, ancient bloodlines, and magic tied to forces long buried. Everyone thinks Kael is weak. Insignificant. Disposable. They’re wrong. As he unravels the secrets of Kael’s identity, he discovers whispers of a forbidden prophecy, a war that nearly tore the kingdom apart, and a dragon’s bloodline that should have been erased centuries ago. Now, hunted by those who fear what he might become and drawn to the fierce, mysterious Seraphina, He must navigate royal courts, deadly conspiracies, and a body that doesn’t feel like his own. But just as he begins to grasp his new reality “The sky rips open. A roar echoes across the kingdom. Something was coming. And it wasn’t friendly. Something ancient has awakened… and it remembers Kael’s name.” #adventure

"They called him Dustblood. Cursed. Worthless. But in the crypt’s darkness, something ancient whispered back." 2. "In a world where magic means everything, Elior has nothing—until the dead offer him a gift that should never be taken." 3. "Betrayed, humiliated, forgotten—until the shadows call his name." 4. "Magic made him an outcast. The dead will make him a weapon." 5. "The academy laughed when he fell. They won’t laugh when he rises from the crypt." 6. "Every gift in the kingdom came with a price. But Elior was willing to pay in blood."

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)

In the heart of an Old World that has been filled to the brim with unimaginable horrors, one of humanity's final forces has founded itself. Yet, the glory days are long gone. With only the guidance of those who have come before them, the Purebloods- as they have chosen to call themselves- seek only the destruction of the creatures that have wreaked havoc on their world. It is in these times of unending disease and battle, that the hardest of choices must be made. The fate of this parallel realm rests in the palms of those from beyond its walls. Those, with nowhere else to call home.

A boxer who won the world's heavyweight championship died on his way to the Netherlands in a plane crash and reincarnated to a world that scientifically can't exist. He wasn't a human anymore but a ferocious beast-like creature, in a magical world where he will have to fit in, fight battles to survive and to save the word from the end.

Katsuo was the unlucky boy who got a heart attack after a confession, one that was a genius in martial arts being held back by his sickly body. Then the expected abrupt accident happened and he was hit by a truck!... Of course not but he still passed away and ended up finding himself in the presence of a goddess in a brand-new world. First Book of the Eternal River of Time pentalogy.

In a world where power and ranks decide fate, Henry is nothing. An F1 scraping by in the slums of Neo-Veridia, his life is a cycle of struggle and survival. But everything changes in an instant. A catastrophic accident. A moment of darkness. And then—he awakens. A System unlike any other. No fixed path. No limits. Infinite potential. Now, the city's elite watch him with fear. Ruthless factions move in the shadows. Something ancient stirs beneath the surface. And Henry? He’s done playing by their rules. The hierarchy was unbreakable—until now. Power has been rewritten. And Henry is just getting started. Will Henry rise out of the ordinary and actually break the hierarchy from the system? Will he make space for something new?

He doesn’t know his bloodline. But his shadow remembers. Born with a giant wolf-shaped shadow that moves on its own, and a pendant from the parents he never knew. Kai Draven got caught up in a dorm for supernatural misfits. Welcome to Vespera High Academy, a school divided by factions, ruled by strength, and ranked by blood and fist. Here, students don’t just study......they duel to survive. And Kai? He’s at the bottom. No powers. Just a reputation his shadow made before he could even open his eyes. But when defeat cracks the locket, something happened. [SYSTEM ACTIVATED…] [LUPIN CODEX UPLOADING......] Something is about to happen in Vespera High Academy........

🩸 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.