Dragon Who Controls Time

Unless they can stop the deadly virus from spreading. Sergeant Deanver Magallon and doctor Thalia Ricafort are hand in hand just to find out the root of the said virus, and how they can prevent its spread. But their undeniable attraction to each other is a huge threat to their mission. And because they are both afraid to enter into a commitment, it becomes a casual affair between them. Being chased by their own government and also being chased by terrorists, so Dean and Thalia don't really know who they can really trust. With time running out, they must stop the deadly threat as soon as possible, and they just realized that there are things you're willing to gamble on no matter how risky it is.

As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a far cry from the life she had known. Once they were alone in one of the spacious rooms, Tyler turned to Sonia. With gentle hands, he reached for her veil. "May I?" he asked softly. Sonia hesitated, her heart racing. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes as the veil fell away. "You're beautiful, Sonia," Tyler said, his voice filled with sincerity. Sonia's eyes flew open in surprise. "How can you say that? My face... it's..." "a part of who you are?," Tyler finished the sentence for her. "And you are beautiful." He paused, his expression growing serious. "Now, we need to take care of those injuries from earlier." "What do you mean?" Sonia asked....

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Sophia’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. “Sophia! 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.

Ling Feng was meant to be the undisputed heir of the Ling Clan, born with the legendary Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root. On the day of his awakening, everything was stolen away by his uncle, Ling Zhaoyang, who was driven by ambition and jealousy, betrayed him in front of the entire clan, forcibly stripping away his visible Root and casting him as a cripple. Branded as a disgrace, Ling Feng was thrown from the Cliff of Exiles, his death declared and his name erased from the clan But the ritual did not destroy him. It suppressed something far older and far more terrifying. Rescued by the reclusive master Yue Xuān, Ling Feng vanished from the world for ten years. In isolation, he cultivated the Void Heart Path—a forbidden system that commands nothingness itself, concealing his power so completely that even the heavens cannot perceive it. Now twenty years old, Ling Feng returns to the Azure Eastern Empire under the alias Mo Ying, an unremarkable nobody moving through a ruthless world of Hunter Guilds and elite academies. To survive, he must remain invisible, climbing step by step while those who ruined him thrive in the empire built on his blood. His purpose is simple: expose the traitors, destroy Ling Zhaoyang, and reclaim what was stolen from him. But as buried secrets surface, Ling Feng discovers his betrayal was only the beginning of a far greater scheme—one tied to an ancient entity clawing its way back into existence. His revenge is no longer personal. If he fails, the continent falls with him.

His humiliation was their favorite entertainment. His revenge will be their worst nightmare. Alexander Rivera was used to being laughed at for his old clothes and empty wallet. He thought the ultimate betrayal was watching his girlfriend, Elena, choose a billionaire's son over him right in front of many crowd that broke him completely. But that was before a dying kingmaker pulled him from the gutter. Before Lorenzo Benedetti bestowed upon him a new name and a staggering inheritance: a multi-billion empire. Now, Alexander is back. To them, he’s still the same penniless waiter, the easy target for their cruelty. They still think he’s poor. They still mock him, set him up, and treat him like dirt. They have no idea he’s rich. They don’t realize he’s recording every cruel word. With the limitless resources of the Benedetti fortune at his fingertips, Alexander is no longer fighting for respect. He's waging a war. And for the spoiled elite of Saint George University, the lesson is about to begin: Never underestimate the man who has nothing left to lose... and everything to burn. Step into Alexander’s world where revenge is a luxury he can finally afford.

Mia finds her world turning completely upside down when a day before her wedding she is transported back in time to the 16th century and pulled into the world of scallywags, swashbuckling and hidden treasures. She is told of her task by the Time Keeper and must complete it before the time allocated to her runs out and it causes a glitch in time that could open forbidden portals and bring forth a destruction that could lead to the end of the world.

After being thrown out by his noble wife and humiliated by her powerful family, Jake Foreman is sentenced to the cursed borderlands, a place where death plagues devour healers faster than they can scream. But the borderlands awaken something ancient inside him. Jake begins seeing life threads, disease spirits, and emotional scars with inhuman clarity. He thinks he’s losing his mind. Everyone else thinks he’s a monster. Yet every time he’s pushed, mocked, bullied, or cornered, something primal in his blood takes control, letting him perform supernatural feats of healing that should be impossible. Rumors spread. Soldiers whisper. Commanders tremble. Jake’s ex-wife’s family realizes too late: Jake is the last Shadowborn, the heir to a godlike line of healers who were wiped out for being too powerful.

The people bullied his ugly appearance and personality, among them there was a flawless girl who presently lived his heart. He abruptly transformed into dragon facing the woman who bravely discriminated him. His intention just to court for her. Will he express his love explicitly for her?

He was betrayed, broken, and buried alive by the ones who should’ve protected him. Now, he’s back—with fire in his veins and vengeance in his fists. On his sixth birthday, Andrew Blackwood watched his mother die in a pool of blood and candles. Sold into mafia servitude, stripped of his inheritance, and betrayed by the woman he loved, he became a ghost in the criminal underworld—reborn as THE DRAGON JACKAL. Trained in 74 deadly arts. Feared by enemies. Hunted by the past. Now, after years of silence, the hidden heir returns to reclaim everything that was stolen—from his name to his soul. But the deeper he digs into his family’s legacy, the darker the secrets become. With love turned into betrayal and blood turned into lies, Andrew must choose: burn the empire to the ground or rebuild it from ashes. Revenge is his weapon. Redemption is his war. And this time… mercy is off the table.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”