Death... And Me

"We are entering a different world, a world where our marriage no longer fits. How do you want people to see me, having an Ex-Convict by my side? Oh no! Just take this check and get the fuck out of my sight. Your presence irritates me," Niçholas Loughty served jail time for his wife, where he encountered a mysterious old man. The man, recognizing Niçholas potential, imparted medical knowledge and martial arts skills, and appointed him as his sole heir. After three years, Niçholas now inheriting the world's largest company, sought to return to his wife, but was met with divorce papers instead. His wife, now a renowned CEO, feared that Niçholas reputation would tarnish her own success.

At a very young age, he managed to reach the peak of the martial world in his Origin Realm. Fang Han went across another dimension—the Realm of the Thirty-Eight Provinces of the Heavenly Dao. This was done to find the whereabouts of his parents and lover who had already gone to that dimension. However, Fang Han's heaven-defying martial talent meant that the young man's existence was rejected by the laws of heaven and earth. Its existence invited a devastating calamity of heavenly tribulation lightning. Fang Han was unwilling and chose to struggle and pointed his sword at the sky. “So what?! If this world rejects me, I will cut down this world. If the sun burns me, I will blow up the sun.” “My martial intent is firm. With the Black Lightning Sword in the right hand. I will cut down anything that gets in my way.”

The President of The United States dies in the hands of his own men and reincarnates as one of the weakest being in another fantasy world where his life is always on the line in a body of a hated son of a sword family. "No magic, sword, or force will bring me down in this life... NOTHING!"

For three years, I was nothing more than her janitor husband. She sneered at me, her family spat on me, and in the end, she shoved divorce papers into my hands and walked away with another man. But the world didn’t know the truth. I wasn’t just Alexander the nobody. I am Alexanderiel Warrick—the lost Centimillionaire King. At the bank, they laughed—until they saw the endless zeroes in my account. At the gala, her new lover bid eight million. I said, “Twenty-five.” The room went silent. Now elites bow. Women admire. And my ex-wife? She drowns in regret, watching the man she discarded rule the world she always dreamed of. “Alexander, please… I was wrong.” “Too late, Lila. The janitor you mocked is now the King you’ll never touch again.”

"Tracy, don’t tell me you’re feeding me this poison. That’s murdering!” *** They say a man who finds a wife finds gold. But what happens when that wife murders you in front of her lover? Adam Cole, an ordinary Uber driver who sacrificed everything to give his wife a better life, never saw his betrayal coming. Framed, broken, and left for dead, his downfall was carefully planned by the one person he trusted most. But fate had other plans. Given a second chance at life, Adam returns stronger than before, armed with more than just physical power. This time, he’s not running. He’s hunting. And now, everyone who tried to destroy him must run—because Adam Cole is back.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

Welcome to the Oddity Cleanup Bureau. We handle the stuff the government pretends isn't real: demons stealing souls, evil bells trying to end the world, ancient gods waking up on the wrong side of eternity, sea creatures who want their land back. The pay? Insane. Free healthcare for your whole family. Pension if you die on the job. The catch? One percent death rate per month. But hey, I'm not just any schmuck. I've got a system. A weird crimson badge that lets me look at something that should drive me insane and just... figure it out. Demons? Parsed. Ancient evils? Decoded. I'm a certified materialist. Physics over nonsense, always. My coworker? He's a goat. A black, upright, cigarette-smoking ex-archdemon who calls himself the Soot Bishop. He's terrified of Welsh men. Don't ask. The boss hits demons with empty ale bottles. The uniform badge is literally a scarab rolling dung. It's not glamorous. The office smells like smoke and regret. My boss's first impression of me was "you look like you're about to collapse." But it beats starving. It beats watching my sister cough up blood because we can't afford medicine. I'm just a broke kid who got lost looking for a broom. Turns out? I'm gonna be really good at this.

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realised I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”