I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

In a world where every tamer awakens a single, fixed talent… Kael was cursed with the weakest of them all, Parasitic Bond, an ability everyone mocked as useless. Until they realized the truth. Kael doesn’t just bond with beasts… He steals their talents, and keeps them forever. Starting with a dying wolf pup, Kael begins a ruthless rise, copying abilities, stacking powers, and triggering terrifying evolutions no one has ever seen. What begins as a fragile companion soon mutates into a chimeric monster, one that carries the traits of dragons, phoenixes, and things far more dangerous. But power comes at a cost. As Kael climbs the ranks of the Beast Tower and crushes so-called geniuses, his forbidden ability draws attention, from elite clans, jealous prodigies, and powerful figures who would rather see him controlled… or erased. Even those who get close to him find themselves bound by a strange, addictive connection they can’t fully resist. Now, hunted and feared, Kael must decide. Will he stop before he becomes a monster… or will he devour every talent in existence and rewrite the laws of this world?

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!

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.

“Don’t complain when the lights go out…” These were the words that came out of his mouth before he calmly exited the office. Josh Summers, a typical nobody, a medical instructor, is pushed aside by his wife, Lauren Forrest, when she sees that she has reached the very pinnacle of her career. She saw him as nothing but ‘Deadweight…’ But then everything turns upside down when, on the very day she had been dreaming of, she sees him standing with the top dogs of the city. Josh Summers wasn't just a nobody; he was the shadow ruler of Veron, the Hidden Ace, and the blade that held the underworld together. He had chosen a quiet life to stay with his wife; for three years, he played instructor at the clinic. But now, he is back, and with his resurfacing, the underworld is shaking— threats are awakening, and new enemies and allies are being born. Will Josh continue to rule over his Empire of Ash and Gold?

She awakens in a Cthulhu world with hazy recollections. Danger lurks and stalks her from the beginning. The steam era of the nineteenth century greeted her at the gates of hell.

Raymond's got his second life, he's the main character and has to follow a certain plot. Now, he's able to play with his fate, but the information he could learn about the future was limited to the coverage of each chapter of the plot. How could he survice the challenge thrown at him?

Caelan Voss spent four years behind bars to protect the woman he loved, and when he came back, what he got wasn't a warm embrace but divorce papers. Abandoned by his wife, humiliated by her family, driven out of the hospital where he once thrived, everyone in Velmont was convinced Caelan was finished. What they didn't know, those four years in prison didn't destroy him, but turned him into something far more dangerous than they ever knew. Now Caelan Voss is back, not to apologize or beg for sympathy, but to force everyone who ever stepped on him to kneel at his feet.

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

Married into the rich Griffin family through a binding contract, Bruce lived three years as a useless son-in-law and a worthless husband. While his CEO wife ruled boardrooms, he cooked, cleaned, and endured endless insults from her family. When financial ruin threatened the Griffins, Caro didn’t hesitate to sell her marriage to millionaire executive Willis Stone. Betrayed and humiliated on his wedding anniversary, Bruce was pressured into a divorce. Moments after the ink dried, Bruce inherited the Shepherd Conglomerate, a global empire worth $100 trillion. Stripped of love, and filled with revenge, Bruce began his ascension to power while face slapping and crushing everyone who wronged him under his feet.