Heroína

The continent of Elarion is dying, suffocating beneath a three-sided war. In the North, Aurellian technologies raise walls of iron. In the East, the Kaijin code of honor demands blood. And in the South, Ruzkai axes wait to burn what remains. Amid this noise, there is Ganda. He is not the hero promised by prophecy. He is merely a casualty of war, his body shattered. Three days of isolation in the darkness of an Aurellian prison left him crippled—but something within him could not be broken: Resonance. To Ganda, the world is never silent. Fortresses whisper of loose bolts. Bones complain before they snap. Even the heartbeat of an enemy betrays doubt. For a single bottle of medicine to numb the pain in his body, Ganda accepts a suicide contract from a Kaijin general: infiltrate the “Sun’s Throat,” an industrial stronghold of Aurellian guarded by Captain Valerius, the Iron Wall. No army. No allies. Only a rusted sword and the ability to hear fractures no one else can perceive. Ganda has no intention of winning the war. He only needs to find the one wrong note and break it. Because to Ganda, no structure is perfect. Everything can fall. You only need to know where to strike.

Twenty one year old Kain Obasi lives a simple life in the bustling city of Lumino. Broke, ignored, and grieving his father’s mysterious death, he works odd jobs to survive. But everything changes the night he survives a fatal accident and wakes up with a terrifying new gift. Kain can now see Echoes: shadowy visions of violent events minutes before they occur. Robberies. Murders. Disappearances. At first, he thinks he’s going insane. Until he prevents a crime that should have been impossible to stop. His “miracle” attracts the attention of The Dominion, a powerful underground organization that hunts people with awakened abilities. To them, Kain is not a hero,he is a weapon they must capture. On the run, Kain’s visions become stronger, revealing a dark truth: His father didn’t die in an accident. He was eliminated… because he had the same ability. Now Kain must: master a power he barely understands stay ahead of trained hunters uncover the truth behind his father’s death and stop The Dominion’s plan to trigger a city-wide catastrophe Before the final Echo falls and the city collapses into chaos.

Ever wondered why isekai protagonists always wake up comfortably in bed, complete with their predecessor's memories and a tearful sister/maid at their side? Well, our hero isn't so lucky. No convenient memory inheritance. No peaceful awakening. No helpful NPC guide. Instead, Kyle opens his eyes to find himself bound and at the mercy of a ruthless sorceress wielding a whip, demanding answers he doesn't have. Zero tutorial, straight to the boss fight. "Talk! Or else…" "Lady, I don't even know who I am!" Trapped in a medieval fantasy world where magic is heresy and the Church hunts practitioners without mercy, Kyle must navigate political intrigue, dodge religious persecution, and somehow survive the schemes of a dangerous sorceress - all while armed with nothing but his wits and a mysteriously acquired AI companion with a talent for unhelpful commentary. Welcome to a fantasy world where: Your enemies are smarter than you Your allies might kill you tomorrow The Church wants you dead And your snarky AI buddy won't stop critiquing your life choices

Rejected thirty times by the mage academy, Kael is nothing; no power, no name, no future. When he steps in to save a stranger, it earns him only a brutal beating… and a death sentence. Thrown from a cliff, Kael should have died. Instead, something ancient answers. A power no one has seen in centuries erupts from within him. A voice, old as fire and ruin, claims him. You are mine. Now the boy everyone cast aside may be the most dangerous thing in the realm and the very magic that chose him might destroy him before anyone else can.

What greater curse is there, than to be born a mage with no powers? I guess there is none in Namrys where you are only defined by what are__ a hunter, a healer or a human. In this world plagued by vicious soul eaters; who suck the souls of humans for food, you are either a protector or the protected. But there is Sora, a mage with no powers. He has no place in this world and is bullied every single day of his already miserable life. However, one fateful day changed the course of Sora's life. At the brink of death after being injured by a soul eater, he is given a chance to return to life and save his best friend, but on the condition that he takes on the most dreaded task. He has to face the Creator. Now, how does a mage with no powers, come face to face with he who creates soul eaters? Sora agrees, but as he delves deeper into the mystery of the soul eaters, he discovers that his journey may have just begun and the truth behind his rebirth maybe more dreadful than he ever could have imagined. Will he rise to become the hero the world needs or will he fall to the curse of his own weakness?

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.

Lex died pathetically. One wrong night. One nervous robber. One bullet. That should have been the end. Instead, he wakes up in a Novel he had crafted, reincarnated as a nameless palace servant in the magical city of Greyl, Lex finds himself at the very bottom of a world ruled by monsters, mages, and ruthless nobles. Worse, he isn’t the protagonist. He’s a background character. A disposable extra in a story that devours people like him. But death grants him one mercy. A Survival System. No glory. No hero’s destiny. No chosen-one prophecy. Just one directive: Live. Armed with fragmented knowledge of the world’s future and a system built purely for survival, Lex plans to remain invisible. Adapt. Endure. Escape the coming disasters. But something is wrong. The body he inhabits is not ordinary. Beneath the servant’s rags lies a lineage erased from history, a bloodline that once made ancient prodigies kneel… a power that commands a presence capable of tipping Aetheria’s fragile balance in a single night. Now the world isn’t just dangerous. It’s watching him. And if the they discovers what he truly is... Survival may no longer be enough.

In a realm where gods play dice with mortal souls, a cursed boy refuses his fate. Born with a tempered body blessed by the heavens, Kirin Arcanus should’ve been a legend. Instead, he became an outcast, cursed, shunned, and exiled from the very clan that should’ve raised him as their heir. The demon that killed his parents didn’t vanish... it slumbered inside him, waiting. Powerless. Mocked. Weak. Kirin claws his way through life with nothing but grit, will, and the whisper of an ancient, forbidden path to strength. When he’s finally granted a second chance at cultivation, it comes at a brutal cost, awakening something dark, something hungry. Inside the hallowed walls of the Academy, friends become enemies. Trust is currency. And betrayal? That’s the tuition fee. His closest companion, Seth, hides a twisted purpose. His allies? Torn between love, legacy, and lies. As realms collide, bloodlines unravel, and demonic whispers grow louder, Kayden must choose, become the hero they never saw coming… or embrace the chaos he was born to unleash. He didn’t ask to be a weapon. But he sure as hell is going to use it.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

Marcus Moon was you're typical snot-nosed brat until ten years ago, when monsters he thought were just folklore and legends, killed his father and left him cursed. For the next ten years, while others worried about prom and grades, Marcus suffered from severe pains that came every time he hadn't eaten a supernatural creature, forcing him to become a hunter. Turning misfortune to opportunity, he dedicated his existence to revenge. On the creatures that killed his dad, and on the man who led them. His wish was finally granted when a hunt led him to meet another cursed teenager like him. A girl who can set herself on fire. During their encounter, he awakens to a power hidden within him—soul essence—a power that allows him to manipulate reality. This opens him up to the world of Witchcasters—those who can use soul essence—and he's led down a spiral of blood and tough choices that make him question revenge. When hunger for blood and his humanity oppose one another, this sinking world whispers a simple truth. The path of a hero, is paved in greed.