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Kael Draven never asked for a war. He just wanted to survive college, win a few fights, and live a normal life. But normal ended the night his best friend betrayed him. Now, supernatural assassins hunt him. Ancient powers awaken inside him. And everyone wants him dead because of a bloodline he never knew existed. Trapped between warring factions, Kael must master abilities he doesn't understand while uncovering who destroyed his family. Every ally could be a traitor. Every battle could be his last. The hidden warlord pulling the strings wants Kael's power for something far worse than conquest. And Kael's running out of time to stop him. In a world where gods scheme and bloodlines determine fate, one reluctant fighter will either become the weapon everyone fears or die trying to stay human. The war has begun. And Kael Draven is at the center of it all.

After losing his wife to be to the hands of the crown prince, Keith's sister was murdered by the same prince... Not only does he want revenge, he wants Prince Edward to be so miserable that death would be far away from him... But how can he accomplish this if he's just a commoner?

BOOM!!! An atomic bomb goes off, lucky for Cumas, a window saved him. It appeared just in his class and told him to go to a bunker and when it went of, Cumas felt lucky having his own system protecting him, or is it? He has to complete quest to survive if he wants to stay on the safest place on earth, the bunker.

When Adrien finally reaches the amount of subs he wants he invites people to go camping. Days later everything's set up and ready. Little did they know when night falls, a whole story unfolds for them. The night seems to be endless, while the night will last forever for some of them.

John Erling and his class had been summoned to another world. Every single one of them had been blessed by one of the many gods. "What do you mean i have been blessed by the goddess of snakes?" (Not my image, if the author wants me to put it down. Please contact me and i will.)

Alex Cole is the top student in the medicine village amongst his peers and he was also very skilled in martial arts. One day he got a letter from his betrothed that had just became the first female war god in the city, saying that she no longer wants to marry him due to their differences in status.

He woke in a stranger’s bed with a system in his skull, a son-in-law title on his tongue, and a missing shard that can rewrite who you are. Arin Voss opens his eyes inside Voss Manor with no memory of how he died, and a cold voice in his head called the Protocol that gives him missions and penalties. To survive he must play the role he’s been handed, marry into power, and chase Tessera, a stolen memory shard that can erase or sell a person’s past. As he hunts, he slips between two dangerous alliances. Evelyn, the ice-smart heiress, offers politics and protection. Maris, a smoky broker from the docks, offers heat and truth. Both pull him toward very different futures. When brokers start dying and the Protocol’s orders threaten to cut away pieces of his life, Arin faces a choice. Obey the machine and trade his identity for safety, or tear the system down and risk being erased for good. Legacy, lust, and lies converge in a high-stakes game where memory is currency, and love might be the only leverage left.

The world has changed, because of money, resources are now slowly decreasing, to decrease the population and because of this, leaders all over the world decided to make a survival game. They called it "In Game." Experimenting people is now legal to make people become stronger and powerful to fight in what they called the national and international game. To reach the top and become as the most powerful person and to make their country the strongest. Animals that they made into monsters are now waiting outside the walls, forest, desserts, and even inside of the city to capture and eat their prey. Time where you know when you will die or how will you die. No freedom, undeveloped life, children can't go play outside anymore and forced murder. Do you still want to live in this situation? After so many years, one person with her group will come to change the course of time, will they be able to bring it back to normal? In the past where they could do whaterver they want, to do not include killing or torturing people by force. Where everyone will be happy and no longer have to suffer, where everyone have freedom to do what they want.

“Do you know who he is?” Aria whispered, her voice trembling. Her father scoffed. “Some nouveau riche fool trying to play king.” The man across the table smiled calm, sharp, untouchable. The room fell silent when he spoke. “It’s been a while, Mr. Elston.” The older man froze. Aria’s glass slipped from her hand. The name echoed in her head like thunder. Mikael. He leaned back, eyes unreadable. “Last time we met, you called me a waste bin.” “M-Mikael…” she stammered, her face pale. “Mr. Dray,” corrected the host beside him—her father’s new business rival. “My son-in-law and the current CEO of ValenCore Holdings.” The silence cracked like glass. Mikael’s smile deepened, just enough to sting. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to rebuild anything for you.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “I’m just here to watch what’s left… fall apart.”

Freshman year? Pfft. Make friends, party, maybe read some school crap so you don’t get tossed out? That ain’t Jace Prescott’s life. Eighteen years old, thinking he got his girlfriend knocked up—and the plot twist? She’s been using him like a damn lab rat. Five months of his life, filmed without him even knowing. And her? She acts like she’s the victim. Well, fuck that. Jace’s uncle calls him up: “You’re CEO now, kid.” And just like that…everything changes. Suddenly, Jace’s got money, power, and zero fucks to give. Get ready, because he’s about to slap egos, crush reputations, and serve chaos hotter than anyone in that goddamn school can handle. Face-slapping, life-flipping, “did-that-just-happen?” madness incoming. And trust me…if you can’t handle people getting roasted mercilessly, maybe step away. Jace doesn’t play nice.