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He walks the palace halls wearing a prince’s face and speaks a hero’s words but every night, another body falls but behind his smile lies a blood-drenched secret. They say he came back from a coma. The truth is, he came back from the dead. When Prince Kairo returns from a decade-long coma, the kingdom of Caelwyn rejoices. But their hope is misplaced. Because the man behind the youthful eyes is not the prince. It is his uncle Malrick Vale, a disgraced noble once thought dead who has carved himself into his nephew’s likeness through years of planning and surgical reconstruction. He claims to avenge the friend the crown betrayed. But his true desire is darker. He craves what only power can give him: the freedom to kill whomever he chooses, whenever he desires. The mask of royalty offers protection. The crown offers complete control. Only one woman knows the truth. Sheila Ren, a former maid who narrowly escaped his blade years ago, becomes obsessed with exposing the monster beneath the mask. Alongside Tate Wyvern, a disgraced royal guard tormented by guilt and bound to justice, she risks everything to stop a man who has fooled a kingdom and who will never stop hunting his prey. And they must stop him before he turns the entire kingdom into his hunting ground. Because once he sets his sights on you… you’re already dead. But in a world where mirrors lie and monsters wear crowns, who will the people believe?

What happens when an ordinary teen beats the god of games without knowing it? Corey Feldman is an eighteen year old gamer. His final year of high school started with a huge bang when he's challenged by a masked player for his title as best gamer, in one of his favorite game. Corey wins the game easily, and notices that the player logged off without a word. Feeling unbothered Corey had no idea he had just beaten a sentient deity at a game, and the god did not like that. When a new game comes out, stealing the eyes and hearts of all the children in his small town, Corey feels compelled to play it. The game is called the lock keeper, and the moment he plugged it in, he died. Now reborn inside the game, at level zero with a god given ability, Corey is challenged once again by the deity. “Level up, and make your way to the final round, there we will fight for the ultimate title. If you win, I will relinquish my abilities and status to you, if you don't. You better hope you win, Corey." The eerie voice bite out. Corey isn't one to back down from a challenge, but he's never actually played a game in full person. Taking actual damages and all. Can Corey outsmart the lock keeper and become the new god of games? Or will he suffer the same fate as the others who tried? Read to find out. This is a video game harem. Each chapter is a new level. I just have one question, can you survive the lock keeper?

Marcus Hale dreamed of becoming a hero. At ten, he played knight in the sunlit streets of Millbrook—until the demons came. When the Enforcers, elite magical warriors, chose to defend the capital instead of his village, Marcus lost everything: his parents, his home, and his faith in the world. Six years later, he enters Valorheart Academy as a Defender—the lowest rank in the magical caste system. Assigned to shield others while nobles chase glory, Marcus is mocked by instructors, denied access to advanced knowledge, and forced to accept that power is for the privileged. His only light is Isabella Rodriguez, a brilliant Mage and his first friend—maybe more. But even that is taken when Arthur Blackthorne, a powerful noble with eyes on both Isabella and the throne, maneuvers Marcus into disgrace. Stripped of allies and on the verge of expulsion, Marcus discovers a forgotten power buried beneath the academy—a living source of ancient magic that offers him what society never would: a choice. He fuses with it. Survives it. Becomes something no Defender was ever meant to be. With new abilities and a mind sharpened by betrayal, Marcus begins to reshape the academy from within, gathering outcasts and training them to challenge the system. He’s not just fighting for equality anymore—he’s building a revolution. But the deeper he delves into power, the more he risks becoming like the very tyrants he vowed to destroy. Love, loyalty, and vengeance collide as Marcus confronts the brutal truth: to create a new world, he may have to burn the old one down. He was born to defend a world that discarded him. Now, he will destroy it.

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”

Lying inside an MRI machine, was nervous and slightly scared inside the round and magnificent tube. Just beside the room stood two men in lab coats. There were men dressed in military uniforms and holding submachine guns. “Are you ready?” one of the doctors asked through the mic. “Do it.” the boy replied with a resolute tone. The doctor nodded and pushed a button and the MRI machine began to give a low humming sound. Suddenly, the boy felt a sharp pain in his head, which made him scream in agony. He struggled to break free, but he was restricted. After a few seconds, the noise died down. Suddenly, an alarm began to blare and all the monitors displayed warning and error messages. The men were all shocked, and the uniformed men all cocked their guns and pointed them at the MRI machine. The normal MRI machine began to glow and melt. One could tell that something was burning it. Suddenly, it exploded, sending the parts flying everywhere. Some even broke through the glass pane and hit some of the uniformed men. There was smoke everywhere and the men all stood up and looked in the direction of the MRI room. As the smoke cleared, a pair of red, cold, and burning eyes opened up and stared at them, sending shivers down their spines. ________$ Following an accidental encounter, Leo began to manifest superpowers, but with great power, comes power-hungry men and great responsibilities. Leo promises to use his powers for good and be the hero he wants to be. But, things did not to turn the way he wanted them to be Will Leo overcome the principalities he faces with himself and be the hero he wishes to be, or will he succumb to the ugliness and rage inside him?

Izzie Brown held a young boy's hand and dragged him excitedly, calling out for her father, "Dad..., I want you to meet someone," A middle-aged man with a dark blue stunning suit turned to them, "Who is this, Izz?" She was so excited and came near to him, "Dad, that's Steven Tyler, I told you, he is my love" That man with the suit looked at Steven, rolling his eyes from the bottom to the top of his hair. "Izz... I thought you were just kidding, never did I expect that you would come with a trash like him", Izzie interrupted him, " Dad, that's harsh....how could you...?" "Then what else do you expect me to call him?" "But..!!" "Shut up and get him out Izzie, don't dare date him again," "Dad, listen to me, he is a military man, Dad please, I love him..." Izzy's father glared at the young man while his jaw clenched. He called his men and asked them to throw Steven out, and held Izzie back. Steven was humiliated by her father, just because he was a poor soldier, but the fact was something more..... He promised himself that he will make them pay for their deed and for sure he will, a soldier never stops.... not in a battle, not in life... He became the one at the top.. then counted their days to make them pay. Read Steven's life from leap to top....in this book. Thank you for reading. Happy reading. Please leave a review to let me know about my work.

Nikole gestured for Michelle and Kelvin to sit up and pay close attention. "Listen carefully," she said, her tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you would change your reality right now, and you might never hear anything like it again." Taking a deep breath, Nikole began her tale: "Two hundred years ago, there were two brothers who ruled different lands. They found a special cup called the Nightshade Chalice, rumored to give whoever owned it incredible power and eternal life, jealousy tore the brothers apart, leading to a fierce battle over the chalice”. "The Nightshade Chalice was made from ancient gods' bones and filled with blood from many sacrifices," Nikole continued, making sure they understood . "Their father gave the chalice to Alaric, which made his brother Leopold very jealous. Leopold wanted the chalice for himself, so he attacked Alaric's kingdom during a lunar eclipse." As Nikole kept talking, Kelvin and Michelle started to feel a bit bored. They yawned a few times, and their eyes looked droopy, like they were struggling to stay awake. But Nikole noticed and stopped for a moment. She knew she had to make the story more interesting to keep their attention. "Wait," she said, sounding urgent, "this part is really important. You need to hear it." "The chalice can only be used by someone special, called the son of light, who guards a hidden realm with a secret seer. For two hundred years, the chalice has been dormant, its dark power sealed away by the seer's magic."

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?

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

In the God Domain, Cultivators were few but each of them wielded power that would make them known as gods. How did they come to have such power? By comprehending the laws between heaven and earth and became those very laws. But something occurred, a youth that hadn’t gained the acknowledgment of the heavens to become a cultivator chance upon Qi. Determined to reverse the bad hand faith had dealt him he started researching it and came to a shocking conclusion. The laws that the heavens prevented him from comprehending were swirling around in this strange energy! The youth thought that if he could somehow control Qi then he could defy the heavens and become a cultivator. Without any hesitation, he began researching more and found that the only way to control this newfound energy was to absorb it into his body. After many years of preparations, he did exactly that. However, he promptly died from the finger size strand he absorbed. Ten years after his death a cultivator found his journal and decided to further study this fascinating idea! Skipping forward to an unknown period in the future and a baby was born into a powerful royal family as the second prince. Upon his birth, this child had the laws of heaven and earth swirling around him. This sent the royal court into a stir, everyone thought the heavens had blessed the Emperor’s second son! But while this was happening, the baby prince that was just born saw the midwife conjure water to clean him from thin air using a Qi spell. Upon seeing this the baby’s eyes widen into saucers while a voice screamed hysterically in his head. “W-WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY IDEA!?!”