Destroying My Own

"You should have died a long time ago, but instead you continue to live and disturb the many pleasures of my Lord. It's all your own fault, you fool," whispered a man as he pushed Elios' thin body. Elios, the God of War died a horrible death, his pride and body destroyed by the betrayal of those he trusted. But fate said otherwise, a moment later he returned to a time four years ago when he was faced with two choices that would determine his life.

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...

After marrying 'into' the Cochan family, Conor's life hit rock bottom, especially after the mysterious death of his mother. He had tried his best, but things didn't get any better. Instead, ironically, his mother-in-law started looking eagerly for a new son-in-law for his wife, Jessica. There was no hope for Conor to turn the tables, it seemed, until one day — Conor's 25th birthday when a lawyer knocked at the door and a long forgotten heirloom from his mother. Something that will change his life forever and start him on the path to glory. Book 2 is now available! My other books include Civilian Dragon Lord, Valkyrie Black, and The Huntress - Luna Eileen. Just search my Author Name to find. some might be under Meganovel or goodnovel but are searchable on both. I own the copyrights to this cover, including all layers and parts

Leo thinks his life is over after dying because of an old truck, but gets a shock when he wakes up in another world, filled with magic beast people and is overflowing with Mana. In this world, surely, things will be better for him right? The Philosopher's Stone, the greatest channel of Mana sought after by the most powerful forces, seeking to dominate the world. It is said to grant it's user extraordinary power. Leo comes in contact with it, and swallows it whole...he shouldn't have done that. "What is this sudden surge of power?! I feel like I can split mountains!" "I'm going to conquer this world and build my own harem!" However, there is one tiny setback. "Why can I only store Mana?!" "Who is this brat?!" "Hey! That's my magic, don't pose with it kid!" Now as the new CHANNEL of Mana, Leo has to find a host to transfer his overwhelming power to, or else he's gonna die.

I live without living in myself; hope is long; the Universe is immense; its resources are finite; its species are inexhaustible…¿What Dark Secret does Two Faces have?, Both have the same Perverse Soul;… ¿Will I wake up one day knowing my origins?, ¿Where do I come from?.... The DNA may be altered, but the power to change, to evolve or devolve is within our minds; it is the personal decision of each one to want to change the World, to leave a contribution to the society in which we live, since no one but you can forge your own destiny and draw your timeline….

Ezekiel Montemayor is a simple graduating student at unknown university. He has no other hobby other than reading a book. Concealed in his friends, he has a secret he fears to reveal; that was the cursed that kept him alive. Until one day, a hermit gave him an old book. The book will open to a strange world - the World of Loowa. As the day progresses, Ezekiel discovers that he is not the only one with a medallion and power. There are thirteen of them and they are the so-called Medallion Keepers who are tasked with endowing various classes of power to end the game that is gradually destroying the strange world of Loowa's Kingdom. This is the Game of the Director - the powerful creature in world of Loowa. When the Medallion Keepers enter the Loowa's Kingdom, will they succeed in ending the Director's bloody game with their powers? Would it be good for Ezekiel to have power or would this be the reason for reaveling the great secret he did not want to reveal? An old book. Thirteen powerful medallions. Playful and strange world. Inexplicable creatures. Who are they? What are they? What's in them? Let us discover the World of Loowa.

"Every time I kill, a memory of my mother is erased. Every time I use this power, my own name becomes foreign to my ears." Five years after the Red Rose plague transformed Chicago into a vegetative hell, Nico Moretti survives as a monster wearing human skin. Known as Subject 01, Nico is the Patient Zero who successfully adapted to the alien seeds from Aegis Pharma. However, that power comes with a horrific price: every 1% increase in Mutation permanently strips away 1% of his memories. In the midst of the Great Bloom Cycle that has begun to destroy the remnants of civilization, Nico rescues Elena Vance, a scientist who holds the secret key to Project Catalyst. Nico is now hunted not only by the Apostles—humans who worship the plague—but also by Sovereign, the collective consciousness of the roses that seeks to take over his body completely. With the arrival of The Reapers from space and a military ready to incinerate the city, Nico must fight through thousands of Bloomers toward the Greenhouse. He must choose: lose all his memories to become a God who destroys his enemies, or die as a human who doesn't remember who he is. Blood must be spilled, mutations must bloom. Because in this world, power isn't free—it is paid for with the soul.

Ten years ago, the Great War of Cataclysm almost erased humanity. ‎Shadows and Humanoids poured from dimensional Dungeon Gates, destroying entire cities. Every male child above ten was forced to fight regardless  of Ability or not. The world survived, but the scars never healed. ‎ ‎But soon after an Association of Essence Hunters was founded by rich elites to prevent the disaster upon humanity. ‎ But peace was only a fabricated word. Ten years later, Dungeon Gates broke open once again. Descendants of Zenogrophx moved in the shadows, manipulating the world from the dark. Unknown monsters and Humanoids roamed out... this time seeking revenge against humanity. Caught in the middle of this burgeoning conflict is Kenji, a boy who has been mocked all his life and bears the deep scars of this past war. He eventually discovers the truth about himself, and with the help of a mysterious system, he trains to become the one person none would ever have imagined. As a new Cataclysm dawns, Kenji must confront not only the rising darkness but the past that still holds him captive.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

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.