Dominação Do Mundo

Zhang Xing Zhe was the only son of the Xiang and Liu couple, they were a great warrior couple who were sect leaders in Hua San Mountain. In contrast to his parents, although Zhang Xing Zhe was descended from great warriors, he was completely incapable of martial arts. Zhang Xing Zhe was raised by his three uncles, who deliberately did not introduce Zhang Xing Zhe to martial arts because they knew that one day, the only son who would be sent to carry on the sect in Hua San Mountain would be the one to carry on the sect. If Zhang Xing Zhe could do martial arts, their chance to control the sect would be wiped out. his struggle all this time to gain the power of the sect would be in vain. At the age of fourteen, Zhang Xing Zhe chose to travel in search of a teacher, as he could no longer bear the insults from his three uncles. Since that incident, Zhang Xing Zhe promised himself that he would return to his three uncles with a great change. In order to continue the sect that his parents had founded, Zhang Xing Zhe was desperate to find a teacher to train him. But his journey was not easy, as his every step was followed by his uncle's bodyguards who forced him to return home. But fortunately, a young man named Jin Long helped him avoid the bodyguards. "Thank you, uncle. What can I do to repay this favor?" "If you can't defend yourself, it's better not to go out alone!" "Sorry, uncle, I actually want to find a martial arts teacher;" "I want to prove to them that I'm not as weak as they think. I'll come back with a big change that will leave them dumbfounded!"

The Magic God Morpheus.Through his sacred veil and his ten elemental wings, he held his staff... Morpheus regarded the mortals that thrived, suffered, enjoyed, loved."My son... you have reached the peak, but your soul might have perished along the way. Allow me to imbue your existence with joy and purpose."After reaching the peak, Morpheus felt devoided of amusement and life, forsaking all of his secular needs and desires... for his family, his clan, his country, his continent... always a sacrifice.He was fated to go through the path of solitude and power."Father... I don't want to go."Those were the words he said to the god that insisted to push him away from this world, after everything he sacrificed to reach the peak, he is to be sent away?!For what reason?!Magic is the peak of nature, the peak of human evolution, but in the vast existence there are worlds that don't believe such, worldsthat believe in the path of machines."My son, there are several worlds that might do with a touch of your grace, a touch of your knowledge... I shall now send you there as the saviour that will take those worlds back to the righteous path, you that dominate magic and life, who could possibly be better?""But father... I... I worked so hard to reach here, how can you do this to me?!""You don't understand this yet, but this is for your own sake... go there and live, conquer, form, thrive, fight... follow the desires of your heart, my son."And just like that, with a living body but a dying soul, Morpheus was sent on his way with a lot of reluctance.Enjoy the story of a traditional magic protagonist, journeying through a dark cyberpunk world.

After losing his mother, he fell from the grace of the wealthy and powerful. Maltreated by his own family, he is cast out into the world. His only hope of escape is his dreams of Oxford University. Unfortunately, his dreams are crushed. Unable to bear the heavyweight of life he attempts suicide, when a saviour appears offering him fame, wealth, money and Power. After he gains power and infiltrate the lives he must get his revenge and destroy them one by one. ------- Greg and Aries strolled back to their hostel, they decided to stay in for the experience plus Greg had made Aries his best friend "Alexander, who do you think the killer is?" Aries shrugged "It's probably some random stalker, that was obsessed with her. She was a pretty girl." Thinking deeply Greg seemed to agree "When I asked her to run away with me the stalker must have known." Aries nodded in agreement but then Greg blocked his path standing way too close to him he cocked his head to the side. A smug smirk on his face and a dark glint in his eyes as he said in a whisper by Aries ear. "Or Someone in the family killed her?" Aries clenched his jaw "Why would I kill her?" ---------- Leilani walked up to Viana "I'm sorry about what happened to your husband" Viana shrugged "Thank you, though I do not need your sympathy." She smiled "We are family and family cannot be divided." Viana nodded in agreement her eyes falling on Alexander who stood by their car as they arranged their luggage in the car. Leilani followed her gaze to were Aries stood. Viana embraced her suddenly Leilani was startled "Be careful, your husband is a monster."

Shawn Pendragon, a seventeen-year-old boy, was living an ordinary life on earth. He was a student at Jefferson High School. Just like other people, he had a low profile. He loved keeping things private, never posting on social media about what was going on in his life, and never trusting anyone, not even his own family and closest friends. That day, about one o'clock in the afternoon, Shawn and his best friend, Justin Meyer, were crossing the highway when a rushing ambulance suddenly appeared. His friend managed to survive, but he was unfortunately hit and died on the spot. That ambulance didn't have a chance to bring him to a hospital; he was brought to a morgue instead. "Where am I?" Shawn wondered when he opened his eyes and found out he was lost in the middle of nowhere. It was a place he had never been—the place where his new journey was about to begin.

"What do you think you're doing Harvey? How dare you walk into my room without knocking?!" Gracia angrily exclaimed as she got up from the bed while covering her half naked body with a sexy red lingerie, something she never wore in the presence of Harvey, her husband. Harvey's fist tightened, his knuckles white with tension as his teeth grounded against each other. This moment epitomized utter disrespect, and he will not tolerate it. "How could you do this Gracia?!" Harvey yelled. "Who's this young man, how dare he interrupt our moment?" The man she was making out with said,glaring disgustingly at Harvey as he got up from the bed, wearing only a boxer and wrapping his arms around Gracia's waist. *********** On the night of his wedding anniversary, Harvey was made to sleep at the stables as the affluent guests couldn't stand the thought of spending the same abode with him. Despite this, he woke up early to make breakfast for the same people who humiliated him only to find his wife making out with another man on their matrimonial bed! When he retaliated, she threw divorce papers at him and sacked his betrayed self out of her mansion. May the Lord bless the day he broke free from the Andersons. His life took a graceful turn when it was revealed to him that he’s the biological son of the most talked about mogul in the city! Now that he has not only money but power, he swears on his mother's grave to make all those who looked down on him, wipe the very dirt on his shoes with their tongues!

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

Andrew was a child abandoned by his family and left in an orphanage where he grew up with other children. He grew up and learned with the help of his friends and caregivers. For lack of money he starts to work and help those he considers his brothers. He lives in a rather dangerous neighborhood but is a bit bored with his job because of the attitude of the store owner and the fights with some shoppers. One day he buys a lottery ticket after an argument with a customer. Without much faith he ends up winning it. So he decides to invest it and create a company to avoid being poor again, however, the problems do not wait and complicate his dreams to change his life.

All Eddie wanted to do, was go through the heist, and get the job done. He could get a good cut of the money, quit his construction job, and go move to wherever he wanted with his grandmother and annoying cousin. Well, plans didn't go like they were supposed to. In fact, it went so bad, that Eddie was almost killed in cement. If not for his crazy, and abnormal co-worker, Terry Case. Now in a different state, with a fresh new start, Eddie is trying to make up for his cowardice, by joining an underground fight ring. It's on one night though that everything changes; a stranger appears in the back of his car, changing Eddie's life forever.

What will you do if you find out that you're the child of the wealthiest warlord? Would it be a blessing or a curse? Alex was satisfied with his life; he had an average-paying job at a famous company and the love of his life, Shenna, but his life took a drastic turn when the son of the CEO, Bruce, took a liking to his beautiful girlfriend. Alex was kicked around like a ragdoll, publicly humiliated. Threatened to be fired from work! Until his father came to his rescue. He was given a task: seek revenge on his oppressors! Slowly, the accident became the trigger that would test his resilience as he discovered that being the heir to the Crown family would be the one to haunt his past.