Dominant

Blaze Morgan an orphan studying at one of the top universities in the city on scholarship. He was looked down upon by everyone around him. When one day, he discovers his girlfriend has cheated on him. But, what will happen when he suddenly finds billions of dollars credited to his bank account? When the orphan kid will find out that his real identity as the sole heir of a multinational corporation. Will he take his revenge from everyone who insulted him? Or will he start a new life?

Kael was born without aura. In a world where power defines destiny, he was branded trash, mocked by peers, and abandoned by those who should have protected him. For fifteen years, he endured humiliation. Until the day death came for him—only to awaken something the world had forgotten. Not flame. Not lightning. Not sword. Dominating Aura. The moment it surged, mountains shook, the proud bent their knees, and the strong trembled. The boy they once spat on had become the storm no one could resist. But power draws enemies. Nobles fear him, elders seek to control him, and ancient beings whisper his name once more. Betrayal, blood, and destiny await as Kael rises from nothing to challenge the heavens themselves. For he was never meant to kneel. He was born to dominate.

The kingdom of Arvendral has fallen in a single night of fire and betrayal. The royal banners burn, the people scatter, and the once-proud throne is drowned in shadows. Amid the chaos, a young warrior discovers the Blade of Kings—a weapon whispered to carry the soul of every ruler who ever wielded it. But the blade is not a gift. It is a curse. With each swing, it feeds on his spirit, binding his fate to a destiny he does not understand. To survive, he must choose: embrace the weapon’s dark hunger, or risk watching the last fragments of his world vanish forever. Allies may be traitors, enemies may hold the truth, and every choice cuts deeper than steel. With war rising on every horizon, he carries the weight of a broken kingdom—and the knowledge that even heroes can become monsters. The battle is not for victory. It is for the soul of the fallen kingdom.

Wayne Stark has always been the center of ridicule. In the eyes of his in-laws, he’s nothing but a worthless burden. Even the youngest among them doesn’t hesitate to insult or strike him, using every opportunity to remind him of his place—at the bottom. But what infuriates them more than anything is Wayne’s calm reaction. No matter the humiliation, he smiles. He speaks with respect. He never loses his cool. To them, he’s a fool. But to Wayne, it’s simply life as he knows it. What they don’t know is that their days of mocking him are numbered. Wayne was the last surviving member of the prestigious Stark family—a powerful lineage reduced to ashes in a tragic explosion that killed everyone, or so they thought. At just three years old, Wayne was rescued by a loyal servant named Zack, who vanished with him into hiding. Wayne grew up in an orphanage, unaware of his bloodline, with nothing but memories of warmth and shadows of loss. He never let the insults weigh him down—because deep inside, he believed life owed him nothing but a reason to keep smiling. Now, decades later, Zack finally reaches Lord Williams, the most respected and feared ally of the former Stark family. Upon learning the truth, Lord Williams vows to restore Wayne’s honor—by making him the wealthiest, most powerful man in the country. And Wayne? He’s ready to rise—and repay every slap, every insult, and every drop of humiliation. Not with anger. But with unstoppable dominance. And as of Lena what’s her play? Is it love or what?

The super cultivation genius, renowned across the continent, succeeded in solving a puzzle and obtained a mysterious crystal. However, he was killed and betrayed by his fiancée, who feared that Samuel’s clan would grow stronger with the crystal and dominate the other clans. His soul was saved by the mysterious crystal, locked inside the crystal space for a thousand years, where he was forced to learn various skills and abilities. He was later reincarnated into another world, a modern world where he must grow powerful in the shortest time possible or die. In order to grow powerful faster, he needed a huge amount of wealth for resources. To gain such wealth, he had to apply the knowledge he had learned from the crystal space.

You will regret it, if I live, I will reply to everything you do to me and my family. Remember my promise!

Arrows surrounded the entire palace of the Kingdom of Bahda, fire burning in several places, thousands of bodies lying covered in blood, heads that were separated from the countless body. The Kingdom of Bahda led by King Zakra was successfully controlled by the kingdom of Namla, the head of King Zakra and his family was hung on the walls of the gate was shown to the people who were still alive when they had lost the leader. Screaming the people of the people were welcomed by the laughter of the Royal Namla family, after all the efforts they finally got what they wanted. Bug bug bug. The sound of a kick sounded very loud, a 17 -year -old young man who just opened his eyes pulled the legs of someone who kicked him and made one of the kicking him fall. "How dare you kick the king," Akra said, stood up, his eyes looked at some of the people who were still surrounding him. "See he goes crazy because we kick him," said another teenager. "Ha ha ha." The sound of laughter filled the surrounding Akra.

In a world once ruled by peace, hidden supernatural forces began to stir. An ancient threat known as 'The Seven Sawafin' fed on human souls. They were once sealed within a magical seal, stored in a heavily guarded archaeological museum. Scientist Taymour managed to steal the seal and release them to achieve world domination. Saber, his old rival, retrieved the seal, but it was empty. He entrusted the mission of hunting and recapturing the Sawafin to his nephew Maher. To protect the seal, Saber cast an enchantment that engraved it onto Maher's chest. The moment Maher agreed to the mission, his adventure into the dark, unknown world began to restore peace. Meanwhile, Saber and Taymour engage in a brutal scientific duel to prove who is more worthy, while Maher and his companions face the shadows of the Sawafin one by one.

In a world forged by blood and betrayal, legends whisper of the Silver Fang Sutra—a forbidden doctrine that fuses the art of healing with the craft of killing. Once a renowned healer, Azael the War Doctor vowed to save lives, but when medicine failed and empires turned to ash, he took up the blade. Now, he walks the battlefield as both savior and executioner, wielding a power feared by kings and coveted by traitors. But the price of such power is steep. Betrayed by his own, hunted by a ruthless council, and haunted by the ghosts of those he could not save, Azael must carve a path through endless war. Every swing of his sword is precise as a surgeon’s scalpel, every battle a test of his vow: to save the living, he must master the art of death. From burning kingdoms to shadowed conspiracies, from brotherhoods of assassins to empires on the brink, this is the saga of a man who became more than a warrior, more than a healer—he became a legend. “Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War” is a brutal, emotional, and unrelenting epic of loyalty, revenge, and the thin line between a doctor and a destroyer

“Demon.” He could hear it all: their whispers, low murmurs— gossip. They feared him despite his inability to control the powers granted to him from birth. It was primal — the fear of what one would never understand and this fear was a force, a power he used in manipulating their worthless lives like the mere puppets they were. “Weak.” “Pathetic.” He was immortal; and as long as he lived, the fear they felt would never die out. He would keep feasting on their foolishness until he finally broke out of these material shackles. A force of chaos, nightmares they have been trying so hard to suppress and forget — that was what he was. “Immoral Demon! By the power of the gods, we order you to surrender your life and to us! We have you cornered, and there is no escape for you!” “Foolish demon, there is no where for you to run! Beg like the worm you are and shed all the tears you want, but we shall not spare your life today!” Mylos stared at the gathering of fools before him in a calm silence; he was going to make them beg for their lives, just like their worthless gods.