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Good things come to those who wait. For Matt and Emmy Millar, the adage could not have come true at a better time. They’ve waited long enough. Snagging a deal on a property, the couple set out to build the house of their dreams. Designing it from the ground up, the couple sacrificed their time, savings, and most of their income for the foreseeable future to see the plan through. When the day finally came, the Millars, together with their two daughters – Gina and Jean, eagerly moved in to their brand-new house. All’s well that ends well. For the Millars, this was not the end. It was only the beginning. After holding a housewarming party, Matt and Emmy swelled with pride, with a sense of accomplishment. The house was a testament to how good they were together. A validation of all the hard choices they had to make to provide a better life for their children. This was the first, significant step. A true beginning. It was only the beginning of something else too. Warning: The book contains foul language, graphic sexual depictions, sexual innuendos, and graphic depictions of violence. Not for the faint of heart.

In a silent hall, confused voices rose, expressing disbelief and recounting tragic deaths—stabbing, plane crash, shooting. Amidst them stood a man, contemplative. Memories surfaced, hinting at a shared fate. Recognizing a pattern, he scanned the room, finding an angelic figure named Aurelia. Ethan, one of the survivors, felt a surge of fear and hesitation. What fate awaits our hero?

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

Kael was the omega trash of Silver Moon Pack. Bullied, beaten, and banished to the Forbidden Forest to die by his own Alpha and his crush Selene. He was supposed to die. Instead, he found the Bone Throne. The throne of the last Lycan King, a race extinct for a thousand years, more powerful than any Alpha. The throne gives him a choice: die as a slave, or rise as a King. Kael chooses revenge. With 50 giant Lycan Royal Guards kneeling to him, a system that grows his bloodline from 1% to 100%, and a forbidden power that makes even Alpha Kings bow, Kael will take back Silver Moon, crush the council of twelve packs, and make the entire werewolf world remember one name. Lycan King Reborn. Weak to strong. Face-slapping revenge. Kingdom building. No mercy.

🏆["Silver Medal" in "The Most Popular Novel" of "Meganovel Annual Writing Contest 2022" ]🏆 Chen Ming was transmigrated into a cultivation world with a super cheat gaming system. He will soar through heaven while living his life as he pleased!

When lightning strikes Yuan Fen, he gets intelligence that he didn't expect. He then finds himself in a world full of magic and epic battles. But his journey and experience have only just started. During the fight between the good Elven race and the bad demon, Yuan Fen saw how strong and skilled both sides were. Because of their magic and mystery, he gets caught up in a plot that is much bigger and more dangerous than he thought. Lucky for him, he is an Elven disciple with a very interesting background, and he is also in the middle of a dangerous and tense battle. They have to find out about old secrets and deal with the evil threats that are looming over the Silver Continent. As they try to figure out the Sword Intent, a power that can make people immortal, they have to face danger and find truths that have been kept secret for hundreds of years. They know that the fate of the Silver Continent and all people depends on them more than anything else. The book has exciting and vivid adventures, magical elements, and interesting secrets. Get ready to join a fascinating world where fate and bravery are closely linked. Your attention will be drawn deeper into Yuan Fen's exciting story with each new chapter. Will they protect the Silver Continent from the bad guys who are out there? In a fantasy book full of mystery, intrigue, and surprising beauty, you can follow their trip.

Beneath Manhattan’s glittering skyline lies the Silver District — an urban quarantine zone where the city hides its failures. Inside its shadows roam the Lycaon, humans mutated by illegal genetic conditioning. Governments insist they’re extinct. They are very wrong. Caleb Mercer — former security officer turned fugitive — survives on the fringes after escaping a classified experiment known as Program Howl. Every night, he battles a violent transformation ripping his humanity apart. Every day, federal strike teams hunt him as an “uncontrolled biological threat.” When an explosion tears through the Silver District, exposing the existence of a second generation of engineered shapeshifters, Caleb becomes the only one capable of tracking the outbreak’s source. He doesn’t want to be a hero. He just wants revenge — and answers. The truth? Something worse than werewolves is evolving in the city’s bones.

A million years have passed since the war that shattered the harmony of Caelestia—the once-divine realm that shimmered with eternal light. The Divinomachy. It began with a betrayal. One of the Supreme Emperor’s most powerful and revered archangels, corrupted by pride, jealousy and ambition, raised his blade against his Creator. His defiance was swift and infectious—many of the Emperor’s faithful servants followed him, seduced by whispers of freedom, power, and a new order. Thus ignited a celestial war — Divinomachy. For one hundred years, the heavens trembled under the weight of clashing divinities. Brother turned against brother. Skies once filled with song now roared with the cries of battle. At last, the Supreme Emperor, weary of endless bloodshed, brought the war to a bitter close. With a divine curse, he cast down the traitors into a prison realm he created—Phlegethon and sealed their leader—while some escaped. Their punishment was eternal. Once-angelic beings were twisted into demons. Their silver skin blackened and grew scales. Their radiant wings darkened into shadows, and crimson replaced their once pure silver eyes. Even their hands bore the mark of damnation—silver claws sprouting where gentle fingers had once been. And when the fallen archangel was finally struck down, a prophecy echoed across the universe—spoken through the Emperor’s oracle: “When the stars realign and the seal weakens, the fallen one shall rise again. But from the forbidden love of both light and darkness shall be born a child—a hybrid. He shall end what the traitor had begun.” Though Caelestia was rebuilt, its wounds never fully healed. For prophecy does not forget, and the chains that bind the fallen grow weaker with every passing age. The ones who escaped hid themselves across the universe, patiently waiting for the return of their master.

Being wealthy is fun especially when you grew up as an orphan. But the seemingly flashy and glamorous world of wealthy men has hidden secrets, so dark and so diabolical, and it took Oscar only one week to realise. Due to certain circumstances, and perhaps sheer luck, Oscar was lifted from a common employee to the CEO of a prestigious organisation. But while he tries to pay back those who wronged him in the past, Oscar is also faced with life-threatening situations. Tasked with finding his missing father and staying alive, Oscar couldn't tell whether he was better off wealthy or middle class. ______ The story starts like any other urban novel but proceeds slowly, leaving hints for future events to look forward to. The story is rated 18, but contains little to no s*x scenes. However gruesome and graphic fight scenes, socially intolerable habits including drug usage, may be included, but will not be praised or supported. Chapters will be uploaded daily before 17:00 UTC +01:00 Thank you for giving this book a try, and I will try to answer any questions I come across as comments.

“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.