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In a world ruled by bloodlines, secrets, and supernatural wars, can a broken soul rewrite his destiny? Elais was supposed to be dead. But fate had other plans. He awakens in the body of Prince Alaric—right in the heart of a kingdom he once swore to destroy. As he walks the palace halls with revenge burning in his veins, a cruel twist of destiny turns him into something else entirely: a vampire hybrid. With newfound powers he barely understands, Elais dares to challenge his former master—one of the most powerful wizards in history. But revenge isn't easy... especially when you can't even lay a finger on your enemy. Just when hope slips away, the person he loved most introduced him to an ancient Hybrid system “Congratulations. Your journey to ascension has begun.” “Congratulations. You’ve just obtained the Sword of Legends.”

After discovering the secret of the rich and why he was forever humiliated amongst his peers, Stan Gibson decided to leave the school made for the rich and elites back to the streets where he belonged. But on getting out, he was attacked by a group of tugs. At the blink of death, he was found and possessed by something called ADOTH. ***** “Adoth, what did you say you were again?” He asked with so much curiosity. [I have been called many names by different species in the universe, more often I was addressed as a system, so I guess you can call me that too. My aim which I already told you is to help my host save their planet from destruction but they have all failed in the planets which I’ve been to and now earth is next and it is up to you to save it or watch it being destroyed.]

Three years ago, a once-mighty warlord married the heiress of a powerful family to honor his late grandfather’s will. What was meant to be a shield of protection soon turned into a personal hell. Weakened and stripped of his former glory, he became the target of scorn and cruelty from his wife’s family. When betrayal struck from those closest to her, tearing apart everything she had built, walking away seemed like the only option. But her husband refused to give up—on their marriage, on her, or on himself. With the brilliant mind and tactical genius that once made him a legend, he vowed to take back everything that had been stolen. Amid family intrigue, hidden conspiracies, and enemies lurking in the shadows, they uncover a truth: true strength isn’t found in the body, but in an unyielding heart. And as betrayal pulls them closer, could the love they’ve long ignored finally take root?

For three years, I was the dirt beneath the Lin family's feet. As a live-in son-in-law, I endured their slaps, their insults, and their endless humiliation just to pay for my sister's medical bills. But when my wife frames me for theft at her own mother's birthday banquet to force a divorce, I finally hit rock bottom. They think they’ve broken me. They think I'm just a penniless beggar. But as the divorce papers hit the floor, a fleet of luxury Maybachs tears through the rain. The world's most powerful shadow syndicate has found their long-lost heir. I don't reveal my power right away—instead, I let my wealth quietly choke their lines of credit, buy out their bosses, and dismantle their lives piece by piece. They wanted a beggar. Now, they'll have to beg me.

"Rank F? Crippled? Cursed? They have no idea what they’ve just unleashed." In a world where Moon-rank dictates status, I was the ultimate disgrace. When the legendary black egg hatched, it didn't reveal a dragon—it revealed a weak, crippled runt of a wolf. The humiliation was followed by a brutal betrayal. Cast into the Velmora Abyss—a place worse than hell—I was supposed to die. Instead, the darkness had other plans. [Void Prime System Activated!] With the ability to devour the very essence of everything I kill, I no longer need their pity. My crippled wolf has evolved into a Shadow Primal, and I have become a vessel of unstoppable darkness. One by one, the clan that cast me out will be forced to kneel. One by one, the stolen thrones will be torn down. Let their light shine one last time. Because when I return, only darkness will remain.

Blurb: “What the hell are you doing in my house?” Karvel growled, voice shaking with fury. “Why are you answering her phone?” “Oh, I’m much more than a houseguest now, flea-boy,” Vincent said with a purr. “She finally got tired of playing with a neutered mutt like you. I mean, let’s be honest—you've been her decorative doormat for years. Not even housebroken, are you?” Karvel Donovan thought rock bottom was marrying into a wealthy family who treated him like trash. He thought betrayal couldn’t sting worse until he heard his wife in the arms of another man on their anniversary. Until the hospital threatened to throw his dying mother into the streets. Now the mutt they mocked is about to show them what happens when a dog stops begging… and starts biting.

He was betrayed, broken, and buried alive by the ones who should’ve protected him. Now, he’s back—with fire in his veins and vengeance in his fists. On his sixth birthday, Andrew Blackwood watched his mother die in a pool of blood and candles. Sold into mafia servitude, stripped of his inheritance, and betrayed by the woman he loved, he became a ghost in the criminal underworld—reborn as THE DRAGON JACKAL. Trained in 74 deadly arts. Feared by enemies. Hunted by the past. Now, after years of silence, the hidden heir returns to reclaim everything that was stolen—from his name to his soul. But the deeper he digs into his family’s legacy, the darker the secrets become. With love turned into betrayal and blood turned into lies, Andrew must choose: burn the empire to the ground or rebuild it from ashes. Revenge is his weapon. Redemption is his war. And this time… mercy is off the table.

🏆 ["Sliver Medal" in Urban Category of "Meganovel Annual Writing Contest 2022"] 🏆 "Who are you? I'm not sure I've seen you around... not in any of the meeting of the company." Alves wanted to tell Manuel as much as he could. About how he has been deprived of every right in the house. About how he was made to live like a dog and barely noticed. Often talked down. But Madam laughed out loud, "Oh, he's Alves, our gate man's son!" |---------------------| Yes! The gateman was treated better than him. He was treated like a riff-raff and eventually thrown out in the rain, on the same day his grandpa died; the man who had been his only hope. But that can't be all. Fate has a tricky card... And when the card is tossed, no one will be able to look him in the eyes, not even the deitified madam!

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

Who is Malik Hampton, the man behind the broom? To the world, he’s a ghost. A street cleaner with calloused hands and eyes that never linger too long. To the Roy dynasty; a family dripping in old money and new scandals he’s a punchline: the “lazy” husband Sarah Roy dragged into their gilded cage. A man unworthy of her status. A burden she’s grown tired of carrying. But when shadows move, Malik moves faster. Secretly, he’s a decorated soldier erased from records. A phantom in war, a trillionaire in peace. He traded battlefields and billions for a broom, silently protecting the very people who sneer at his name. No one knows his true identity, not even the woman who once vowed to love him. Not until it’s too late. Not until they’ve already lost him. Who was he, really? That’s the question echoing in Sarah’s mind and others….. Long after he’s gone.