Brett Hand Inside Job

Every night, Kael dreams of a burning throne and a crushing, invisible crown. He dismisses it as a nightmare, until a cloaked figure appears in the dead of night, whispering two chilling words: "little king." Suddenly, his quiet life as an orphan blacksmith's apprentice shatters as his guardian reveals a hidden past, a royal lineage, and a deadly secret. Kael is the last heir to a fallen kingdom, hunted by a shadowy council determined to extinguish his bloodline forever. With assassins at his door and a mysterious, flaming sword in his hand, Kael must confront a destiny he never knew existed. But in a world where ancient magic and forgotten power stir, can a boy who only knows the forge truly reclaim a throne forged in fire?

Famine had taken a toll on the humans; this had set everyone to find what to sleep on for survival, Elrond a young orphan went on a hunt into the heart of the woods from the Charevibe where they stayed in search of a deer for venison, he heard whispers of strange folks that lured him into something he believed his eyes were tricking him.  This transgression into a foreboding land had wrecked the looming darkness upon them and now the trolloc invades in search of the faeries white wolf that protected the light and magick of the Elderwood. A black hood and a masked man bear at their door as the great sweeps of the north continue. Elrond is saved by a fate so cruel or eerie that awaits him as he either perishes or takes the hand of the pointed-ear stranger, who is also an enemy of their kind and a protector of the last Elderwood– the high elves.

Lindsey Amazon never expected her peaceful life to shatter in one gruesome night when her parents were brutally murdered. With nowhere to turn and nobody to rely on, she found herself on the run, the weight of survival resting solely on her shoulders. It was a brutal world, and Lindsey was forced to live hand to mouth, scraping to survive. After endless days of running, she was finally captured by the very man who had taken everything from her. In captivity, Lindsey found herself face to face with Alejandro Rosario, a mysterious and enigmatic figure. As they navigated their harrowing circumstances together, Lindsey had to grapple with conflicting emotions. Will Lindsey find the strength to trust again, or will her past consume her in a never-ending cycle of vengeance and despair?

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.

He was nobody in the real world, broke, overlooked, and barely surviving. Until the day he woke up inside a mysterious game world… with no explanation, no allies, and only one rule: Survive or be deleted. Every monster he kills levels him up. Every quest changes his fate. Every death is permanent. But this isn’t just a game. Hidden beneath the system is a truth far darker than he imagined. One that connects the game world to his real life… and a secret that makes him more important than he ever should be. Now, to escape, he must rise from the weakest player… To the one who breaks the system itself.

Rick is an ordinary young man working as a night-shift courier in the bustling city of Greyhaven, a place where skyscrapers pierce the fog and shadows whisper secrets. After a near-fatal delivery to an abandoned district, Rick accidentally witnesses a duel between two beings not of this world — a vampire and a werewolf. The event awakens something ancient inside him: the ability to see through the Veil, the magical layer hiding the supernatural world from human eyes. Thrust into a realm of secret societies, blood pacts, and ancient laws, Rick becomes a reluctant detective for both sides of the Veil. Every case he takes pulls him deeper into a conspiracy that could shatter the fragile peace between human and myth.

In a world where every motion is tracked by the Global Grid, Ketsana is the top-ranked gamer who hasn't felt his own pulse in months. When he discovers his high-octane reflex kills are actually the work of a sarcastic, sentient glitch living inside his nervous system, his life becomes a slapstick nightmare. He calls himself 'The Villain,' a rogue line of code that hijacked Ketsana's fate to save him. Now, as corporate cleaners hunt for the 'anomaly,' Ketsana must hide the glitch who is taking his scars, eating his virtual food, and slowly stealing his heart—all while trying not to die from the absurdity of it all.

William woke up twenty years younger with every painful memory burning inside his mind. His wife Lydia had stolen his company, his best friend Benjamin had stolen his wife, and together they had stolen twenty years of his life. But fate made one critical mistake giving William a second chance. Now he remembers everything. Every betrayal. Every secret. Every move they are planning before they even make it. Lydia thought she buried him. Benjamin thought he won. They had no idea the man they destroyed was now standing right behind them. *****They built his grave. He built their downfall.*****

Call him trash. Threaten his sworn brother. Demand his expulsion. Then watch him snap a tree branch and shatter your clan’s prized sword art in a single exchange. Lu Chen doesn’t bother with normal cultivation. Inside his soul, the Wordless Heavenly Scripture breaks down every punch, blade arc, and killing formation he sees, upgrading them to absolute perfection on the fly. Fire, frost, gravity, or spatial blades—he masters them all in seconds, turning enemies’ life work against them. No sects. No dogmas. Just broken weapons, humbled geniuses, and an unstoppable duo tearing through the realms.

Everyone knows Valmor as a fugitive soldier—hunted, broken, barely surviving on the borders of war. No one knows the truth. No one knows he is the King of War, a name that alone makes enemies tremble and retreat. And yet, in a single cruel twist of fate, he discovers his entire family has been slaughtered—and the hand behind it belongs to his own ungrateful, treacherous fiancée…and them. Valhalla Calling: “Your fate was sealed the moment you chose me as your enemy. Even hell will spit you out when it learns you crossed me.” Death Calling: “Valmor has broken the law, and we have no choice call the Ruler of that Terrifying Place, The Drakmor and The Blackvale, they will deal with Him, and you know what’s going to happen if they come?”