Hiro And Zero Two

He is universally renowned as a useless burden in the midst of a continent-wide war. Does he have what it takes to be the agent of victory? Gerardo of Liko is the lone survivor of a battle to the death, though he'd argue he'd be better off if he wasn't. Especially when he's tasked to rescue a prisoner of war, Jorge of En Why, who happens to be his greatest enemy on a personal level. Evidently, Jorge is destined to bring an end to the Stone War, so Gerardo agrees to take on the mission. Upon being captured in the process of releasing Jorge from the clutches of the enemy, Gerardo accepts his impending demise, and even welcomes it. But not all hope is lost. Rein Bow, a pixie with prophetic dreams, understands the importance of rescuing Gerardo. She recruits the help of a forest sprite and a colony of rodents living within the walls of the enemy's palace to devise an elaborate prison break. Meanwhile, Jorge's conscience, along with his fellow warriors who had escaped with him, urge him to use his shape-shifting abilities to repay Gerardo's efforts. Will Jorge be able to set aside his personal disgust and become the competent warrior required to rescue Gerardo? Will Jorge's and Rein's combined efforts be enough? And will Jorge's experiences mold him into the proficient warrior capable of bringing peace back to the United Empires? "Follow" is only the beginning. Within these pages is the birth of two majestic families whose generations are chronicled in this epic fantasy series filled with specters, fairies, elves, dragons, mermaids, and more. If you enjoy fantasy stories filled with adventure, politics, and the struggles with the balance of emotion and logic, "The Rose Tree Chronicles" is for you!

"Harmony..." he fondly addressed "You disobeyed your master. Don't you think you deserve a punishment?" He asked, his breath gently fanned her lips Holding onto her waist, he turned her such that she was completely facing him. He moved closer to her lips in an attempt to kiss her but then moved an inch backward He repeated this action twice and could clearly see her misty eyes. Harmony knew he was in a way punishing her and surprisingly, she yearned for his kiss Seeing his lips moving closer to hers, she instinctively moved forward but instead of kissing her on the lips, he kissed her jaw His lips rubbing along he skin. And then his lips met hers, he licked her lips...savouring her patiently. With soft and gentle movement, he slid his tongue into her sweet mouth .... Harmony is a girl with a forgotten past. Unknowingly, she was a catalyst. Someone meant to cause nothing but destruction. She was driven by her mother and was found by a maid who worked in a mansion where girls were being recruited to other places Lord Darian was a Domineering Lord and a fearsome tyrant. His presence alone was an enigma, he scared people without even trying to lift a finger. His cruelty held no bounds. The most powerful Lord in whole of Zludac. He saw her in his dream She was his salvation...or so he thought He thought he was someone who didn't need to be saved until he saw her Two lost souls crossed, their fates locked Will she still be his beautiful maiden knowing she was not only his redemption but also his end?

In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over. He does not yet know that his death has not even started. Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along. On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships. Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.

Carl Maxwell was a soldier who fought for his country. He was trusted, and the lives of millions were entrusted to him. He lived peacefully with his wife, Alisha, and their daughter, whom he loved dearly, until he was sent on a mission to arrest a notorious criminal disturbing the country. Through his strategy, the criminal was arrested, and Carl hoped for the award and promotion that came with it. But his happiness was cut short when his best friend and superior, Richard, betrayed him. Richard denied him the promotion and was also the father of the daughter Carl cherished most. Carl was framed for what he knew nothing about and was arrested. Worse still, Richard planned his death. But the necklace given by his late grandmother saved him, and a mighty power was activated. After escaping, he met Vivian and her daughter, who took him in. Though afraid of his power, Vivian cared for him. When Carl healed a boy on the outskirts of the city, he was announced as a healer who did what the hospital could not. Soon, people from different parts of the country came seeking him. Richard later visited because of his daughter’s illness—the same daughter born to Alisha, Carl’s ex-wife. Carl agreed to heal her on one condition: Richard must confess his betrayal. Richard refused and threatened him again. When doctors gave the girl two weeks to live, desperation grew. Instead of confessing, Richard kidnapped Carl’s adopted daughter on his wedding day. Carl rescued the victims, exposed secrets in politics and the military, fought the greedy, saved the distressed, and rose to power. He became a powerful healer, a mighty fighter, and they called him their Lord. Carl, The Mysterious Healer.

What would you do if you woke up and decided to look out at the dawning morning only to see yourself still lying in bed? What would you do if your 21st birthday was the last time you would ever age? What would you do if you were being chased by the NSA? How would you feel if you were hunted by a creature that could take any form it wished? That is Michael’s life. From the time he was fifteen he knew he was much different from everyone else. He had his own successful technology company and was at school at MIT. This is as far back as he can remember any true memory. He had always known things, whether it was about people or just events, and went with his feelings about whatever split in the road was set in front of him. Staring out the window of his bedroom, he turned around to find he was still in bed. Was it a dream? Before figuring out what was going on, the government was trying to catch him. Running from the NSA and trying to figure out how to control his new powers, he runs into something very evil that wants nothing less than to kill him. His new enemy can take on any form he wants at any time. Using his power to split himself in two, he spends his time trying to find out one other mystery. How did the government know about him before he did? Learning to split his body, trying to find his purpose in life, searching for the woman he lost and trying not to get killed, Michael comes to find out one truth to his reality. The only thing he has to fear in this word is himself.

In the blood, soaked ruins of Jakarta, Satria Mahesa’s life ends and begins. When the Heavenly Vanguard, false angels harvesting human souls, slaughter his family, Satria’s dormant Nephilim blood ignites an ancient cosmic artifact. The Heart of the First War Emperor. This awakens the Emperor’s Blood Debt System, granting him god, like power at a terrifying price. Every second of borrowed strength must be repaid with the lives of his enemies, failure means the system will shred his organs and sanity from the inside out. To survive the crushing burden of the Blood Debt, Satria forms a "Soul Link" through profound spiritual and physical intimacy with a group of elite survivors, Kirana the healer, Rinjani the warrior, and Gayatri the protector. This bond is a desperate ritual of trauma and trust, allowing his Vanguard to share the soul, rotting weight of his power. Together, they transition from hunted refugees into a rebellion that threatens the divine hierarchy. However, the system is a Trojan horse. Satria discovers that Goddess Aeliana gifted him this power only to serve as a vessel for the ancient Emperor’s soul to overwrite his own. Forced into a war on two fronts, Satria must ally with the "Demons", the cosmos' original freedom fighter, while his Vanguard enters his mindscape to battle the Emperor’s ghost. After devouring the usurper’s soul and evolving into the true Sovereign of Blood, Satria leads a god, killing army to the Heavenly Throne. Rejecting Aeliana’s cruel utilitarianism, he shatters the false paradise and sacrifices his newfound godhood to stabilize the universe. In the end, the man who was destined to be a tyrant chooses a quiet life on a healing Earth, proving that the ultimate weapon against divine cruelty is a love born from absolute desperation.

"DESTROY HIS DANTIAN!" Ma Durung shouted with a booming voice. Immediately, several disciples tightened their grip on Zhao Yun. The command from Ma Durung, the crown prince of the Ma Kingdom and a prodigious disciple of the Black Dragon Sect, was carried out without hesitation by his subordinates. Zhao Yun, forced to kneel with both his hands firmly restrained by two of Ma Durung's followers, was in a dire situation. His mouth was gagged with cloth, silencing any attempt to cry for help. Worse, his qi flow had been sealed by Ma Durung's personal guards, rendering him powerless to resist. With desperation in his eyes, Zhao Yun glanced toward his three closest friends. His gaze pleaded for their help, a silent cry for salvation. But to his dismay, his friends turned their faces away, avoiding his gaze entirely. Witnessing their betrayal, Zhao Yun could only grimace inwardly. Those he had considered friends, those he had always helped, had stabbed him in the back. A young, innocent man, left crippled with his dantian destroyed, the victim of envy from a royal prince and the betrayal of his three closest friends—this betrayal filled Zhao Yun with a profound sense of disbelief and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. As he fought to survive the despair threatening to consume him, Zhao Yun was unexpectedly saved by a figure he deeply admired, someone he had always looked up to. Unbeknownst to him, this savior would present Zhao Yun with a choice that would shape his future. Will Zhao Yun redefine his purpose in life? What fate awaits him as he steps into an uncertain future?

They took everything from him—his family, his love, his name. Two years ago, Charlie Grant was the goldenboy of the Grant family—the perfect son, heir to his father’s billion-dollar empire, and everyone respected him. That ended the day his father brought home his new wife and her children. From that moment, Charlie and his mother were pushed aside, treated like dirt in their own home. Stripped of his inheritance, betrayed by his girlfriend, and humiliated before the entire school, Charlie’s world collapsed. The final blow came when his mother—the only person who truly loved him—died after being denied treatment at a hospital owned by his father’s business partners. All because he couldn’t afford a deposit. But fate wasn’t done with him. In the depths of despair, Charlie remembered a note his mother left behind. A phone number. When he dialed it, three Rolls-Royces arrived at his campus gate within the hour. Each worth twenty million dollars. Each bearing the crest of a dynasty he never knew he belonged to—the Maxwells. That night, Charlie learned the truth. His mother had never been an ordinary woman. She was the rightful heir to a multi-trillion-dollar empire. And now, that empire was his. He wasn’t the miserable Charlie Grant anymore. He was the Incredible Charlie Maxwell. The boy they mocked was now the man they feared. His car collection alone could buy the entire Grant family a hundred times over. His new fortune dwarfed everything they ever dreamed of. But Charlie doesn’t want their envy. He wants justice. He wants them to kneel. And when he walks back into their world, dressed in a $25 million suit and driving a car worth more than their mansion, one thing is certain— The Grants will wish they never crossed him.

Kaelan Voss spent his life as a beta tester for Elysian Rift, the VRMMORPG (Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game). He was unremarkable, forgettable, and stuck in the tutorial zones. When the game's servers shut down for good, he felt a strange pang of loss as if a part of him died with the final boss, Morvath the Silent Crown. Then the sky cracked open. The Akashic Interface initialized. The fantasy world of Elysian Rift bled into reality. Subways became monster nests. Office buildings transformed into death traps. 90% of the population was wiped out in the first 72 hours. Kaelan should have been a statistic. But the moment the System scanned his soul, something broke. It recognized him not as Kaelan Voss, the F-Rank human, but as Legacy Entity #0001 the echo of the Fallen King. Kaelan awakens with two memories: his own mundane life, and the eternity of a God who ruled before being deleted. Now, armed with the [Echoes of the Fallen] passive skill, he can hear the attack patterns of monsters before they move. He knows the location of every hidden treasure, every secret passage, and every boss's fatal weakness because he created them. But there's a catch: his human body is pathetically weak. If anyone discovers his true identity, the System will flag him as a "Glitched Entity" and send every Hero-Class Awakened on Earth to eliminate him. To survive, Kaelan must do the unthinkable: play the role of the weakest man alive while secretly conquering the apocalypse from the shadows. He will reclaim his royal class. He will find out why the System brought his world to Earth. And when the "Heroes" who killed him in the game finally arrive in reality, he will show them what happens when a Final Boss gets a second life.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.