I Became A Zompirewolf

Synopsis: Twenty seven years old Ethan Allen gotta a divorce from his three years old contracted wedding, after been maltreated and slaved by his contracted wife and inlaws. Things went tough, until a sudden day which he transformed from grass to grace and promise to make those who maltreated him pay for their price. 

What would you do if you realized that, the recently acquired freedom is just another netherworld! That, the things you hated most are your survival guides! Would you wish for one more lesson, or, what would it be… James was a young man fresh from school. He had exorbitant optimisms of freedom and a very bright future. Only to realize, the so-called freedom was proving to be human under siege. Life in freedom was worse than perdition itself and got him a visit to the reformatory. He was an innocent determined young man, whom, life taught a lesson the hard way. Never loosing desire and motivation, he still pushed on hard enough. Had this to be you, would you do the same, or… just give up! Did he survive the harshness of the biosphere? Did his efforts ever get to pay back? Did he ever get to live his dream? Find out more about James, After the Shadows.

It was a normal day until giant spaceships started appearing in the sky, collapsing on buildings and houses, turning them into rubble and debris. People screaming and running around in fear. During this incident, Eggsy at the last moment had been saved from experiencing a cruel death from his bullying classmates. He managed to escape and was just dragging his broken right-feet along the street when he found a girl stuck under a huge debris. On the attempt of saving her, he was captured by the bullies who hit his head with a wooden bat, causing him to fall on the ground… lifeless. A couple of minutes later, his eyes had fluttered open, only to find himself alive and uninjured. “How is this possible??” He wondered until a System flashed above his face. [You have been granted the Apocalypto System, below are your special abilities. Survive no matter what!!] In line with this, he was required to protect someone,… the girl he found on the street moments ago, she had saved him from the bullies, now it’s his turn to pay her back.

William was just an average Archeologists’ doing a dig in the outer reaches of society. It had risks but enough security that it wasn't a major problem for the team. Life was good doing something he loved, College Loans paid off, and enjoying a nice open relationship with a few locals. AS things go, small mishaps turned into major mishaps. Leading quickly to something out of the normal. Lost in space and time, William has to try and survive, figure out where he is and how to get back, and the biggest of all not lose his sanity when stuff goes wrong with his very self.

Betrayed and killed by self-proclaimed heroes, Mo Fan, a powerful demonic cultivator, unleashed a final, desperate blast of energy. But death wasn't the end. Awakening in a ravaged world, Mo Fan found himself reborn into the body of Maverick, a former super soldier who failed to escape the catastrophic nuclear apocalypse. In this unfamiliar realm of steel and technology, Maverick's quest for domination begins anew. With his cultivation prowess and military expertise, he'll rise from the ashes, fueled by a thirst for power and vengeance. Will Maverick redeem himself as humanity's savior or unleash havoc upon the shattered world? The lines between heroism and destruction blur as the Second Coming of Villain unfolds.

After a failed confrontation with his wife's perpetrator Daniel ended up being plunged into the sea. The next thing he knew he woke up in a mysterious world filled with magical beings and savage monsters. He will embark on a journey that will bring him back home.

Joabe, the greatest dark wizard ever lived in the Afrik continent. He was born with the mark of fly-whisk on his chest. Jealous by his grand uncle Duutloug the untamed Lion who devour its prey without leaving traces of blood. Duutloug is bent on taking the abilities of Joabe and at the same time destroy him. The spiritual battle of dark magic is on. DARK CRYSTAL IN A FULL, gives detail Account of the days of dark magic, the survival of those who practiced dark magic centuries ago. The story touched on how people destinies were exchanged. A story of hate, jealousy and dark spiritual battles. It also explains why certain people still hold on to some beliefs today. They will never visit certain places nor eat meat of some animals, and never marry from some tribes.

Izzie Brown held a young boy's hand and dragged him excitedly, calling out for her father, "Dad..., I want you to meet someone," A middle-aged man with a dark blue stunning suit turned to them, "Who is this, Izz?" She was so excited and came near to him, "Dad, that's Steven Tyler, I told you, he is my love" That man with the suit looked at Steven, rolling his eyes from the bottom to the top of his hair. "Izz... I thought you were just kidding, never did I expect that you would come with a trash like him", Izzie interrupted him, " Dad, that's harsh....how could you...?" "Then what else do you expect me to call him?" "But..!!" "Shut up and get him out Izzie, don't dare date him again," "Dad, listen to me, he is a military man, Dad please, I love him..." Izzy's father glared at the young man while his jaw clenched. He called his men and asked them to throw Steven out, and held Izzie back. Steven was humiliated by her father, just because he was a poor soldier, but the fact was something more..... He promised himself that he will make them pay for their deed and for sure he will, a soldier never stops.... not in a battle, not in life... He became the one at the top.. then counted their days to make them pay. Read Steven's life from leap to top....in this book. Thank you for reading. Happy reading. Please leave a review to let me know about my work.

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."

Ten years ago, 17-year-old Jason Holt found his parents brutally murdered in their home. Etched in blood beside the bodies was a strange handprint symbol—a twisted signature. But Jason's mind fractured that night. Plagued by blackouts and memory gaps, he began to fear the unthinkable: What if he was the killer? After years in therapy and relentless study of human behavior, Jason reinvents himself as one of the FBI's most intuitive profilers, determined to uncover the truth. But just as he starts to forget the past, it returns. Another murder. Another symbol. The same handprint. And this time, the killer is playing a game—with Jason as the final pawn.