I Can Do It

The Return of the Sword God!. The most powerful Sword Cultivator swung his sword against his enemies. The Law of time was reset! The Evolution restarted. Now, he is back to the beginning. Every Karma must be sought out. If you can survive my first strike, you can't survive the second. Because I am the most powerful Sword Cultivator.

I’m a god of war, a mystery and perfect picture of complications. But don’t spill. They can underrate me all they want. They will never guess what my comeback becomes.

General Gray Lance has to sacrifice his sight to give his beloved country peace, but the government and the military turns against him, and his beautiful wife decides that she doesn't love him anymore and wants to get a divorce. Little do they know that the sly General is more powerful than they can ever imagine and how quickly he can turn their perfect lives upside down! Will he make the military, the government, and his ungrateful ex wife pay for their sins against him?

I'm one out of none, believe me. The world, let's say it will end no matter what. Everything around us surely decompose, nor crumble as the time passes, yeah? However, do you know better than what I discover myself? One abandon the world, the like of you, this lifetime. For what? For the purpose of saving the life beyond, right? You sure find the end you've long for so long. The bitter...end. Why, you ask? Let me tell you why...I even share it to you. You even says we are not that close to begin with, so why...I'm doing this? I'm kind of debating whether you use euphoria, and actually tells me I'm some sort of a cult. That's why I have the question for you. Will you let me tell you the reason...or you already think I'm some sort of evil design to stop you? You know...the Myth, right? It's deep...within us.

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”

Hosh, who suffers from leprosy, continues to be insulted by his wife and mother-in-law who are the highest throne owners in the Zenith Clan. “Look at you, Hosh! All those fancy clothes of yours can't even cover up those hideous skins. What wife do you think would be willing to walk hand in hand with a husband like you? You're so disgusting. I don't even want to see you!" Wilo tossed his beautiful wavy hair. Until one day Hosh chose to return to his family's house to calm down. Hosh finds out that he is a Nilas. A special person who has the qualities of four clans at once. “Most likely, you are a Nilas. Like your parents and also like your grandmother. She is a Nilas.” Hosh decided to get back at all the bad treatment he received earlier. Did he succeed in transforming into a Nilas? Will he be able to avenge everyone's bad treatment to him? Did he manage to unravel the dark secret of the death of his parents?

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

As a live-in-son-inlaw of the Dabby family, Danver's life was hell on earth. But his real identity as the heir to the wealthiest business tycoon remained a secret. with an unexpected turn of events,both his mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law crawled down at his feet. His mother-in-law begged “Do not leave my daughter" and his grandmother-in-law said “I was wrong"

"I bind you evil demon away from this Demon Kingdom and you will die immediately you set out of this Kingdom" One of the chief Demon cursed him.... "Noooooo" I will be back to take revenge and take over the kingdom fully"Aatrox shouted before vanishing and his Demon and Human died immediately he passed through the portal ***In the human world*** "Aatrox,get away from me" Keda shouted "Your body is mine, Don't you get it"Aatrox replied angrily in her head " I won't let you use me"Keda shouted back before blacking out A/N: THIS IS A FICTION NOVEL HOW CAN DEMONS HAVE ACCESS TO A CATHOLIC SCHOOL? MYSTERY RIGHT? WELL THE SCHOOL WAS CREATED BY AN ANCIENT DEMON, LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW CAN A DEMON CREATE A CATHOLIC SCHOOL,THAT IS MYSTERY EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS MYSTERY. THE SCHOOL HAS TWO FORBIDDEN AREA.