I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

HAREM WARNING!! Aiden Everton, an orphan and a poor nobody who was completely despised and disregarded by his wife and his in–laws, had never expected his life to take a drastic turnaround. But after he received a phone call saying he was to take over his late Grandfather’s position as the Head of the powerful Blue Diamond Society, he was no longer known as wretched Aiden Everton, but as Supreme Master Aiden, the Godfather and Guardian of the Society! And everyone wanted to relate with him, including the rich heiress of a wealthy empire. However, he had to keep his identity a secret, but what he didn't know was that becoming the Guardian of The Society wasn't just an ordinary position and it comes with a painful price Aiden must fulfil....Nevertheless, Aiden was going to take revenge on all those who looked down on him and find out the killers who wiped out his whole family twenty years ago.

Nikole gestured for Michelle and Kelvin to sit up and pay close attention. "Listen carefully," she said, her tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you would change your reality right now, and you might never hear anything like it again." Taking a deep breath, Nikole began her tale: "Two hundred years ago, there were two brothers who ruled different lands. They found a special cup called the Nightshade Chalice, rumored to give whoever owned it incredible power and eternal life, jealousy tore the brothers apart, leading to a fierce battle over the chalice”. "The Nightshade Chalice was made from ancient gods' bones and filled with blood from many sacrifices," Nikole continued, making sure they understood . "Their father gave the chalice to Alaric, which made his brother Leopold very jealous. Leopold wanted the chalice for himself, so he attacked Alaric's kingdom during a lunar eclipse." As Nikole kept talking, Kelvin and Michelle started to feel a bit bored. They yawned a few times, and their eyes looked droopy, like they were struggling to stay awake. But Nikole noticed and stopped for a moment. She knew she had to make the story more interesting to keep their attention. "Wait," she said, sounding urgent, "this part is really important. You need to hear it." "The chalice can only be used by someone special, called the son of light, who guards a hidden realm with a secret seer. For two hundred years, the chalice has been dormant, its dark power sealed away by the seer's magic."

Aric Blackthorn is cursed by a power that loves him too fiercely, a psychic leviathan with no respect for boundaries—a Devil’s Fruit that warps flesh, mind, and fate. When House Blackthorn is torn apart by ancient betrayals, Aric must master psychic warfare and arcane combat to survive. But the power inside him hungers, and if he gives too much, it might devour everything he holds dear. Devil’s Fruit: I Couldn’t Evolve is a brutal, sensorial journey into love turned monstrous, where sarcasm scythes through blood‑dark magic and each spell is a promise of beauty and violence. Aric Blackthorn awakens in the ruined halls of his ancestral keep, the psychic presence of his Devil’s Fruit thrumming in his mind—a beast that speaks in riddles and carves runic fractures through reality. Determined to reclaim his legacy, he forges uneasy alliances: Seris the shadowsmith, Vira the mercurial envoy, and Kael the steadfast guard. Every encounter sparks a battle of senses and strategy—color‑bleeding mana webs, sigil‑etched swords, psychic pressure like thunder in the veins. As Aric climbs the ladder of power, House Blackthorn fractures under envy, and rival factions—Elowen’s hollow‑vein cult, Garrick’s iron‑sigil enforcers, Thane’s dread‑spiral cabal—seek to claim the psychic core within him. But when his psychic companion Lysander whispers that love is the greatest threat, Aric must choose: let the fruit consume him, or turn its monstrous devotion into salvation. Sacrifices will bleed sincerity, sarcasm will break bones, and comedy will red‑raw the absurdity of power.

" Cole don't destroy the world again " A voice begged once my eyes turned blood red After Saving the world ten thousand am reincarnated but things aren't who they way, The world is ruled by the demon bloodline and others are treated as slaves, everyone who is seen as a threat is killed at birth but after Cole escaping death he makes a promise to kill everyone who was involved in his attempted murder but things slipped out of hand once he puts the lives of people he loves on the line once again " Cole, calm down please " A girl begged her purple eyes holding a lot of tears back " Cole I love " A black haired girl begged but Cole was instantly stopped by a kiss from another girl " Hey Vanessa that's not fair, " " You two let him go, his mine !" " GIRLS STOP IT I CAN'T BREATHE " Cole cried from under the three girls A couple cried with big smiles on there faces " , that's definitely our son, Wife three, now here come grandchildren" " Grandchildren !!!" All three girls repeated in unison

"The strength of one man is limited, but the strength of an army is endless." Mo Shen spoke from his throne while billions of soldiers were kneeling in front of him, ready to destroy their foes. "Stop pretending to be a god." A woman wearing a full set of golden armor raised her voice. Mo Shen shook his head and simply smiled. "Pretend to be a god? I'm the smartest and most powerful being in the universe. I never pretended to be a god. All this time, I was pretending to be human. " His eyes illuminated the whole battlefield, and the horns of war signaled the beginning of the end. This is not the story of a hero. This is the story of a true conqueror, a true god.

Kim Do-hyun was just another potato in the crowd—an anxious college nobody waiting to fail the Awakening Program. But when the portal swallowed him, his identity shattered, and a new life took root. Now he is Han Tae-yang: a street fighter, failed streamer, and accidental legend who spent a decade trapped in Divine Tower of Gods, the cruelest game ever made. Everyone else quit. He climbed fifty floors alone. And then the game became reality. Relics bleed into the real world. Monsters walk in daylight. Governments scramble, corps rise, guilds rise, and hunters kill for scraps. Yet through chaos, one name spreads like wildfire: Loner. With sarcasm sharper than any blade, a ghost bride as his sister’s familiar, and a system that can copy powers, Tae-yang dismantles the new world one relic at a time. While others beg for safety or riches, he plots in the shadows—because for him, survival isn’t enough. He’ll break the tower. He’ll burn the system. And he’ll drag the gods themselves down with him. Action-packed. Darkly hilarious. Brutally clever. If Solo Leveling married Super Gene and raised a snarky delinquent kid, this is it.

William, an internationally recognized game developer and also the mafia lord of the underworld, was on every country's wanted list because of his unparallel hacking and large control over highly classified information and power. Betrayed by his biological brother, who shot him to death, he was reincarnated in the world of warlocks. In a world where magic reigned absolute, he was constantly abused for not having magical power and was eventually sold to some slave merchants by his new family, where life became even hellish. Beaten to coma after being caught trying to escape, he woke up with a system which provided him with a second chance to prove himself. Being granted the ability to copy other people's magic by writing their names in the ancient grimoire. Jerouch was set on walking a path where even gods have fallen. What end would be the path of a nobody who ascended with the system as his support in a world full of mythical creatures, gods, dragons, and demons…

In his past life, Tharos was the strongest God of War. The kind who killed dragons with his bare hands and crushed entire armies alone but his own pantheon feared his strength, so they murdered him. Now he is reborn as a mortal… with no memory of his past, until the day his village is destroyed, and the rage inside him wakes up. Tharos begins to remember pieces of the truth, the gods who stabbed him in the back, the wars he once led, and the power sleeping inside him. His rise is brutal. His path is bloody. Every realm he steps into trembles. Every woman who meets him wants him or wants to kill him. Every god who hears his name starts to panic. Because Tharos isn’t coming for forgiveness. He’s coming for revenge. The God of War has been reborn and this time, he’s not fighting for the gods. He’s fighting to end them.

Five years ago, I was the "worthless" foster son who had taken the fall for a crime I never committed. I went to prison for my brother's future, thinking that my family would be there to care for my wife. I was wrong. While I rotted away in Blackgate Prison, my inheritance had been stolen: they had wiped off my existence and treated my wife as a slave. They thought I would die in there. But the fate had different plans. In the darkest cell, I met with a mysterious master. I did not just survive; I was reborn. I learned the Nine Heavens Medical Art and activated the Sovereign Martial Body. I healed warlords and crippled assassins in a single touch. Now the prison gates are open. I am no longer the submissive orphan. I am a Dragon King. To my foster family celebrating my misery: Prepare your coffins. To all those billionaires trying to touch my wife: Prepare to lose your hands. I will save lives with my left hand and destroy my enemies with my right hand. The King is out, and debts must be repaid in blood.

On our third wedding anniversary, I lit candles, cooked her favorite meal, and waited. She said she was working late. I went to surprise her. Instead, I found my wife walking into a hotel with another man—laughing, kissing—while I stood in the street like a fool. That night, I filed for divorce. The next day, her lover shoved me into traffic. The car should have killed me. Instead, I woke up with a power I can’t explain—five frozen seconds where the world stands still, and only I can move. Five seconds to expose a lie. Five seconds to ruin an enemy. Five seconds to make them choke on every ounce of humiliation they gave me. They took my love, my trust, and the life I built. Now I’m taking everything from them—slow enough that they’ll see it coming, and fast enough they can’t stop it. She betrayed me. They tried to bury me. But I’m not the man they remember. I’m the man they’ll regret ever crossing.