Genie Kind

Six Gods rule six towers, allowing the mortal races to earn power, prosperity, and prestige. One day a seventh god appears in the world in the form of a 12-year-old boy. " My name Is Dawn, you can also call me the god of death." The Boy introduced himself. " Become my follower and I will grant you the privilege of using my power. The Power that is the beginning and the end of everything, The power of Death." ------ This is the story of a man bestowed with the power of death and once renowned as the god of death by everyone. He sacrificed himself to save the kind humans of the world but that wasn't the end of him. He reincarnates and starts his journey once again in the same world which has drastically changed. He wields a power that allows him to become stronger by killing. A being with no limits, he will shake the world and will once again become the 7th God who has been forgotten by the World. Follow his journey filled with adventures, action, and wars. ----- The story takes place in a fantasy world known as Sabaspire, there are seven towers in seven different parts of the world. Six out of the seven towers are ruled by gods and the seventh tower is known as the demon tower. Outside the towers, the world is ruled by the BraveHeart Empire and BrenSol kingdom, They are under the protection of Fake Gods. Dawn and his followers will find out the truth about the change in the world and will fight against whatever they consider wrong. ----- Follow me on:- Instagram: @zayir_dm discord: https://discord.gg/6fRCrhVZ

Kaizer Jin, on day 11,024 of surviving in the crazed frozen world looked at his final seconds as he was being devoured alive by an evolved creature called Silver Ice Dragon, he was nothing but a weak person but he managed to survive till this day attaching himself to a group of kind people. Yet, at this day, they were all killed. He had witnessed many people die before him, those who had protected him at the cost of their own lives, those who had loved him and given him their food. They were a group of outcasts who would not bend to the rules of the corrupted. How did all of it happened? It was nothing but a normal day, but suddenly, the world had gone cold, and it kept growing colder. It was so sudden when in the middle of summer, snow started pouring nonstop, till even ice dropped from the heavens. It was the start of how civilization halted, like the world frozen in time. After a year, people also evolved, trying to survive, and gaining powers they never knew were possible. Even monsters started to evolve, creating a new era, an era of the frozen world, its rebirth! He stared at his comrades lying on the ground. What was once a group of 450 people was now dead, being eaten by frozen dragons. As he closed his eyes, he heard something. [Frozen World Rebirthing in progress!] [System activated! Power gained!]

Long before gods walked among mortals and kingdoms dared dream of power, there was Alister—a being not born, but declared into existence by the will of the world itself. Wielding strength beyond comprehension and a charisma that swayed empires, he vanished at the peak of his reign. Some claimed he ascended. Others swore he was sealed. All agreed: if Alister returned, the world would never be the same. Five centuries later, reality tears open. From a rift beyond space and time, Alister walks once more into a world unrecognizable—skyscrapers scraping the heavens, dragons living in the shadows, and mysterious abominations known as Nullborn haunting the land. With a smile on his lips and golden eyes that see through fate itself, Alister steps into a modern age... and accidentally collides with Jade, a full-blooded dragon hiding her past behind emerald eyes and forced smiles. As chaos erupts and monstrous forces rise, Alister's presence alone shakes the balance of peace. Though he seems calm, even kind, there is something deeply unsettling about him—something not even Jade, with all her ancient blood, can explain. When blood is spilled and oaths are broken, fear spreads like wildfire. Now hunted by those sworn to uphold peace, and watched by forgotten cults that once worshipped him, Alister must rediscover why he was made—and what his return truly means for the world. Because some legends were buried for a reason.

Allen had nothing. Mocked by in-laws. No memory of his childhood. Tossed about by his boss like a stray dog. It was as if life itself was determined to break him. But he kept going until the night his wife slid a divorce letter across the table and called him a burden. That night, everything crumbled. But every end births a new beginning. That same night, Allen received a call: he was the heir to a trillion-dollar consortium. He didn’t believe it—until the next morning, when a convoy of sleek black exotic cars rolled up to his curb. Mens in a tailored suit stepped out, bowed low, and chorused before him, “Sir, it’s time to return.” In a heartbeat, Allen’s world flipped. He was the last bloodline of an ancient and ultra-powerful consortium. In mere days, Allen is pulled into a world of power beyond imagination: Power... Mansions... Wealth, of course but the kind that can alter stock markets with a single whisper. Influence strong enough to make presidents pause. The same world that once spat on him now knelt at his feet. But power comes with a cost. There are enemies who wanted him dead before and hated the fact that he's back— Powerful men who believe it is a mistake to leave such power in the hands of someone as his. But Allen isn’t just back for the showoff. He’s back to make whoever destroyed his family pay. He is no longer the forgotten man. He is Allen Penthorne, heir to a trillion-dollar empire. And this time, he decides who rises and who falls. And this time, he'll make them all pay!

Frank Mercer was a prodigy, the kind of surgeon whose instincts defied logic. His methods were unorthodox, his results miraculous, and his heart too pure for the corrupt medical system that thrived on power and politics. But genius threatens mediocrity. When Frank exposed malpractice at Chicago’s top hospital, his world imploded, his license revoked, his reputation destroyed, his girlfriend Lisa seduced by a wealthy rival, and his name dragged through every media outlet. Left jobless and broken, Frank became a ghost in the alleys, saving lives in secret, helping the forgotten. Until fate threw him into the limelight: a horrific accident outside a mall leaves the President’s daughter dying. Frank acts, and revives her, defying every protocol, every law of medicine. Overnight, he becomes the nation’s obsession. But the same hands that saved a life will soon carve out justice. Behind the headlines, Frank begins to uncover a network of corruption stretching from hospital boards to political offices. The same forces that ruined him are feeding off death and disease, manipulating medicine for profit and control. Frank’s revenge becomes an art form, surgical, methodical, and righteous. He’ll heal the world’s sickness by cutting out its rot. As his fame rises, his enemies close in, and Frank must balance the weight of power, love, and morality before he becomes the monster he swore to destroy. In a city where every life has a price, The Hand of Vengeance will decide who deserves to live.

They left him to die, now he'll bury them one by one Adam has always been invisible—the kind of kid who blends into the back of the classroom, mocked for his awkwardness and despised for a single mistake that branded him a snitch. His classmates made his life a living hell. Sanchez, the golden boy of Westfield High, made sure of it. Then came the field trip. The humiliation. The beating. And the moment Adam was left for dead in the woods. But Adam didn’t die. Something else found him. A malevolent spirit with a hunger for vengeance. A whisper in the dark offering him the one thing he craved most: power. Now Adam is back, sharper, stronger, and cloaked in a confidence no one can explain. One by one, his bullies begin to fall. The school watches in fear as the once-forgotten nerd becomes the center of a storm that no one can stop. Yet something is wrong. Each attack follows Adam’s secret plans exactly—but some of them aren’t his. Someone else is hunting Sanchez’s circle, striking in the shadows, pushing Adam’s bloody game further than even he imagined. Is it the mysterious new girl with the unnerving smile? A rival spirit playing its own cruel hand? Or is Adam himself losing control of the monster he invited in? As fear spreads and Sanchez grows desperate, Adam must untangle obsession, betrayal, and supernatural terror. Because in this game of revenge, the line between predator and prey is razor-thin— and Adam isn’t the only monster walking the halls.

On his twenty fifth birthday Theodore was publicly embarrassed. He thought his father was going to give him the company since he promised to, and he had been working hard for so many years but he was wrong. His father gave the company to his half brother instead. Surprising him and the press. And only after confronting his father did he find out he was an illegitimate child. His mother's mistake. Surprised his girlfriend who was so kind and loving had been cheating on him for nearly three years with his half brother Theodore was heartbroken. His half brother Albert kept looking for ways to make him suffer. They even sent Theodore out of the house. His stepmother Dalia who was happy Theodore was out of the game felt threatened by Theodore's half sister who wanted to make a claim to the company. She knew how strong willed Karina was, she was smart and very diligent and somehow she knew deep down that Karina might win the fight so she decided to end her. If she was dead she wouldn't be able to fight now would she? Theodore found out his birth father was the richest man in San Diego after his reputation as well as his mother's was ruined Theodore felt nothing else but rage and he wanted revenge. Especially after finding out his sister was poisoned. Accepting his father's terms he decided to get his revenge. Would Theodore be able to get his revenge or would his enemies get the upper hand?

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.