I Am Harry Potter

"Drink up, brother," they said, passing me the poisoned wine. In my first life, I was the fool who conquered an empire only to hand it to my family on a silver platter. My reward? A silver goblet laced with nightshade, a dagger between my ribs, and the sound of my own brothers laughing as I choked on my own blood. They seized my throne, slaughtered my loyalists, and completely erased my legacy. Then, I blinked. I wasn't lying on the cold stone floor of a locked treasury. I was standing in the middle of the Grand Pavilion, ten years earlier, holding the exact same golden chalice. Julian was right next to me, patting my shoulder with his fake, loving smile. The universe had hit rewind. My body is ten years younger. My vast mana pools are gone, reduced to a flickering spark. I am physically a weak, untrained prince surrounded by apex predators. But I remember everything. Every hidden treasure, every forbidden spell, every upcoming disaster, and exactly how each of my brothers breathes. They think I am still their naive, easily manipulated pawn. They have no idea that the gentle prince died in that treasury—and a monster woke up in his place. I’m not going to fight them for this rotting kingdom. I'm going to let them starve. I will cross into the forbidden lands, awaken a dark system, and build an empire so terrifying it will swallow theirs whole. My name is Kaelen. They wanted my throne, but they will drown in their own blood to reach it.

They dragged his dying mother out of her hospital bed like she was garbage. Joshua Hart had endured three years of humiliation as the powerless live-in son-in-law of the wealthy Cavesh family. He swallowed every insult. Every sneer. Every reminder that he was “nothing.” All for one reason—his mother’s life depended on their money. Then, on the day she needed emergency surgery, they cut him off. “Admit your mistake. Apologize,” his wife said coldly. “Maybe then I’ll consider helping.” At the hospital, nurses laughed in his face. “Swipe your card, beggar.” “You can’t even afford oxygen in here.” They called security. They called him worthless. They didn’t know that twenty minutes earlier, a forgotten investment had turned him into the majority shareholder of Galaxy Tech. They didn’t know his account now held billions. They didn’t know the “pathetic son-in-law” had just wired one hundred million dollars to the very hospital trying to throw his mother into the street. When the director whispered, “Joshua Hart… the transfer came from you?” He simply picked up his black card and looked at them one by one. “You were right about one thing,” he said calmly. “I won’t beg.” Now the people who mocked him will learn a brutal truth: Never humiliate a man who has nothing left to lose—especially when he becomes everything.

I love someone with all my heart -- the girl of my dreams. But on the day of our engagement, she made an unexpected move and said that she was going to call off the engagement. To make matters worse, a man came and kissed her in front of me, and everyone proceeded to laugh at me and treat me like dirt. However, when they find out who I am, will they still be so disrespectful? I don't even want their mouths to touch my feet!

Michael was humiliated by his wife's family. He always received mistreatment and was considered as a useless son-in-law. Until finally, his true identity was revealed and made all of his wife's family shocked. "I am the grandson of Gracia and the sole heir of the Zyailendra family."

Transferred to a technologically-advanced Earth as an infant from a planetary-powerhouse named Al-Vrygon, Geltorak—now Hunter Stone—blossomed into a highly-skilled fighter, a fearsome technologically-enhanced operative, and a globally-celebrated genius inventor. But at the age of 20, before Hunter Stone could really dream of achieving the status of god-like inventor, Earth suddenly plunged into a crisis of total destruction. A mysterious figure, predating Hunter's arrival, had abruptly risen to power and united the world as its inaugural hegemonic ruler. Unwilling to witness global annihilation, Hunter, who had undergone many training, began to forge alliances with tech-powered soldiers, mechanically-augmented battle veterans, and super-powered alien beings that resided on Earth. Together, they endured relentless violent conflicts and devastating battles against allied enemy forces, as they strived to avert the foreseen apocalypse—a looming decimation of Earth and the extermination of all living beings. Emerging as the revered leader of a particular faction in a desolate, war-torn Earth, Hunter embarked on a space odyssey to seek certain answers. But he became inadvertently ensnared in a scheme that led to the unceasing subjugation and eventual annihilation of numerous planets by a malevolent cosmic force. Determined to halt the unending planetary destructions, Hunter traversed dimensions to lost otherworldly civilizations, where he gathered materials to construct god-like technological wonders, and colossal supermachines known as Divinity-Machines—behemoth cosmomechanical marvels capable of rivalling the grand cosmic powers of hypothetical outer-space omniversal gods. Accompanied by his planet-shaking monolithic inventions, and adorned with the myriad god-subduing items that he built, he gradually formed alliances with friends, numerous other beings, and potent huge armies from distant planets, all sharing the hope of thwarting the tyrannical nefarious power from advancing in its wicked conquest! Yet, the looming question persisted: Would Hunter Stone really succeed, or would he become a mere remnant in the annals of cosmic history?

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

"Boss, we thought we lost you!" "I am not your boss!" he replied.  When he looked into the mirror, he was someone and something else. "I once was…" *** Shawn Rossacks is a diligent lowly worker in the Goldfield's Canopy. But he knows too much and was killed to restore the reign of power. However, the 6-Tier system institutes his rebirth, with Bruce having missions to fulfil under different consecutive personalities. 

Ghosts.. Demons.. Monsters.. are they real? You might've heard about them from movies and tv shows. Hell! you might've sensed them under the covers of your sheets. Scared, you might've reported this to your parents as a child who only dismisses this as a childish tantrum and told you that it was going to be alright. Told you to not be afraid.. However should you? Hell no! You should be afraid! because these monsters are not just a figment of your imagination.. they are real! Believe me, I know this because I hunt them down myself! I am Jason Chris.. A Mystique Hunter! . . I retain copyrights to the book cover

Transmigrating into my own novel should have been a dream, but instead, it’s a death sentence. I woke up in the body of Liam, the Ninth Prince of the Vermilion Empire—a pathetic cannon fodder character I created just to be executed by the Emperor to satisfy the main protagonist's growth. According to the plot I wrote, my head is scheduled to roll soon. However, the world doesn't know that I hold the blueprints to its existence. With my hidden knowledge of every secret plot and a mysterious Summoning System that has manifested within me, I will rewrite my fate. I am no longer a stepping stone. To survive and reach the peak of this world, I’ll have to become the very nightmare I once authored.

After dying in a fission blast that decimated an entire state, Maxmillan's soul transmigrated into the body of a five-year old in a new world where Astra Mystralis — an energy that causes endless magical manifestations, could be harnessed and manipulated to invoke countless amazing magical effects. But unfortunately for Maxmillan, he couldn't sense or perceive Astra Mystralis, talk more of control or manipulate it and was therefore labeled a 'Reject' which prevented him from interacting with anyone in the society, since they avoided him like a deadly contagious plague that killed immediately it was contracted. So, with such a label accompanying Maxmillan everywhere, how would he survive? How would he fare against the oppressive, abusive and wicked intimidatory acts done to him by the proud and lofty casters of Astra Mystralis? Would he be able to thrive and function in a world where everyone, including five to six-year olds could control Astral Mystralis and bring about myriad fascinating magical effects? To know more, follow Maxmillan in his unfathomably-arduous journey as he tries to survive, thrive and defeat every nigh-insurmountable odd that would appear in his path using the Supreme Battle-Technology System; a dimension-warping, living technological consciousness that possesses near-infinite, super-advanced technologies and would rewardingly empower him with futuristic items like: Multiple-Barrel Laser Burst Emission Gun, Strength-Amplifying Exo-Mechanical Arms, Wide-Area Plasmic and Electric Arc Grenades, Outer-Space Fast-Flight Heavy Armor, Turbo-Thruster Propelled Super-Speed Ultracycle and many others, for as long as he can complete suddenly prompted tasks, quests and missions before their stipulated deadlines. So, with unending technological empowerments, biological augmentations, and advanced cybernetical fortifications obtained from the Supreme Battle-Technology System, watch how a war-seasoned Maxmillan will fight his way through teeming large numbers of Astra Mystralis users and gradually ascend to a great height of fame, honor and glory!