Dewdrop Ghost

Betrayed. Ruined. Reborn. Austin was the undisputed top genius of the Roaring Heaven Sect, a legendary beast tamer who bled for three agonizing years to elevate his clan into royalty. But the very moment they grasped ultimate power, loyalty was traded for ruthless ambition. His aristocratic fiancée, Vivian, alongside her cold-blooded family, betrayed him without hesitation. They ruthlessly pierced his dantian, shattered his cultivation, and ripped his Grade-9 Astral Phoenix soul straight from his flesh to graft it into her body. Cast out like garbage into the freezing, bone-chilled Ashen Graveyard during a howling blizzard, Austin lay dying among the skeletons of forgotten monsters. But as his heart gave its final desperate beat, his blood boiled, awakening a forbidden primordial lineage. TABOO BLOODLINE AWAKENED: THE COSMIC DEVOURER SYSTEM CORE INITIALIZED: YOU NO LONGER TAME BEASTS. YOU EAT GODS. Reconstructed with a swirling vortex of infinite gravity, Austin’s first system pull grants him a tiny, translucent Void Slime. When a mountain-sized, Tier-10 Ghost Emperor Dragon tears through space to annihilate him, the tiny slime unhinges its jaw to swallow the sky whole—devouring the dragon and skyrocketing Austin’s power straight to the Golden Core Realm. Yet, this massive surge of energy alerts the Higher Planes. Three god-level assassins are now descending to hunt him down, leaving Austin with a strict seven-day ticking clock to prepare. To survive, Austin conceals his terrifying new power, assuming the role of a bruised, broken, level-one trash cultivator. While Vivian and her clan arrogantly celebrate his death and auction off his ancestral legacy, the ultimate monster slips back through the city gates. They stripped him of his beast soul, so he will feed them to his gods. The real hunt has just begun.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- THE PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON

The night New York’s skyline burned with storm light, ex soldier Dickson Ford returned from the dead. Once a covert protection operative betrayed on a mission that erased his unit, he now hides behind a new name, hired to guard the woman who unknowingly sits at the center of the same conspiracy that destroyed him. Celeste Vonn, ruthless young CEO of Vonn Enterprises, rules her corporate empire with ice-cold precision. Her father’s mysterious death left her empire on the edge of collapse and enemies within her own boardroom. When Dickson walks in as her new security advisor, their first meeting detonates like a collision of flint and steel sharp , words, colder stares, unspoken recognition of danger in each other. An unseen network strikes crashing systems, sabotaging assets, turning her own company against her, Celeste makes an impossible move, she binds herself to Dickson in a public alliance that looks like marriage but is really war strategy. What begins as a business contract soon turns into a labyrinth of trust, betrayal, and forbidden emotion. Together they uncover a plot that links her father’s research to Dickson’s lost comrades: a rogue AI program called PROJECT ECHO, designed to weaponize human consciousness. Every step deeper reveals that Celeste’s father didn’t just build the system he used people as its living core. The enemy isn’t just outside the walls it’s inside the network, inside the people. The closer they come to the truth, the more their alliance fractures under secrets. Dickson’s real identity as a ghost of the past could destroy her trust forever and when ECHO awakens fully, it forces him to choose between two impossible missions protect the woman he’s come to love, or finish the war that made him a ghost.

Weston Hale was once the underworld's most feared asset, codename the Calculator, a man who never carried a weapon because he never needed one. He mapped routines, found weaknesses, and let his targets destroy themselves. When a rival faction under Dorian Kessler killed his pregnant wife trying to kill him, Weston let the world believe he'd died too. Seven years later, he's a quiet small-city accountant, stepfather to Sienna Cortlandt's two children, rebuilding a life he never thought he'd get to keep. That life ends the day developer Garrick Vandermere sets his sights on the family's home. His enforcer, Cole Whitfield, escalates from paperwork to threats to violence, unaware he's provoking a man who doesn't fight, he calculates. Weston dismantles Vandermere's empire with quiet precision, but the very skill he uses to protect his family is the signature that alerts Kessler he's still alive. As Kessler closes in, Weston discovers Vandermere's project was secretly bankrolling Kessler's operation all along, and that his own former handler, Priya Osei, made a deal years ago that helped Kessler find him. Worse, he uncovers the truth Kessler never knew either: the order to kill Weston's family didn't come from Kessler at all. It came from The Ledger, the shadow agency Weston used to serve, because Weston had started protecting people the agency considered expendable. His new life wasn't an escape. It was a leash. To save Sienna, Judson, and Nora for good, Weston must destroy the organization that made him, using the only weapon he's ever trusted: the numbers. This is a story about a man forced to choose, once and for all, between the ghost he buried and the family he refuses to lose.

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.