I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

“Anyone in there?” He asked about the hundredth time before he finally decided to push the door open.“Oh my God!” Tyler was shocked at what he saw. “This can't be true!” His eyes went wide as he saw his wife Elena in a tight embrace with a man who kissed her passionately with their tongues playing with each other, touching every inch of her body as she unbuckled his belt quickly.“What the hell?” Tyler asked with watery eyes.“What the fuck is going on here?” Tyler's jaw dropped, still in the shock of seeing Elena moaning to the touch of another man. He'd loved her with everything he had but it still wasn't enough to keep her loyal.

Cast into a world Cast into where death crept closer every second, where dragons rained down destruction, all Kyle wanted to do was protect his family and return to Earth. But the only way to protect those he loved was to fight. Now he's stuck in a war he didn't start, fighting battles he didn't want. And with a power that feels more like a curse than a blessing. The battlefield's his unwelcome stage, death's his unchosen dance partner, and chaos is his rhythm. With every deadly step, every parried blow, he weaves discord into melody, fueling a power that could change the fate of the realm... whether he likes it or not. Kyle stands on a stage where the stakes are power and the prize is destruction. Can he survive the chaos long enough to return home?

The human essence is unchanged from century to century. They are ready to destroy for the sake of profit what can help, save them from the coming catastrophe - witches. Creel is an ordinary person who fell victim to human deceit, his death was cruel and terrible. He hoped for eternal sleep, beautiful oblivion, but what did he get? He is the only one whose life is so closely intertwined with the witches, he was called to another world against his will, they placed hopes on him, endowed him with strength, gave him new opportunities and forced him to become the Shield of the Witches.

“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.

After the events of the skinwalker attack, the supernatural students of Starlight Central Academy gradually adjust to their regular lives in the college. That is, as regular as a group of witches, vampires and werewolves can be. But the machinations have already been set in motion. The Heralds of the New World have been chosen and their plans have been put into action. The ones who lurk in the darkness shall soon emerge to consume the light. With one encounter concluded, another begins with new mysteries, new friends and new enemies. Will the Hunters and the students be able to defeat this new threat? Or will the price of victory be far too costly?

In a world ruled by gods, witches, and curses, the women of House Liroid carry both power and tragedy in their blood. Born of pain and bound to darkness, their lineage is destined to change the fate of kingdoms. From Eyela, a betrayed maiden who becomes the dreaded tree-goddess Evilside, to Heartless and Dark Side, daughters who inherit both gifts and curses, the story of the Liriods is one of love, vengeance, sacrifice, and forbidden passion. But when the old gods return to challenge their rise, and when love collides with prophecy, the question remains: can they rewrite a destiny written in grief, or will they forever be prisoners of their cursed bloodline?

***** Wall Of Tempest Dawn 1, Participants 551 2 death found, 5 seconds ago [Ghou Fe Ling] Nō of kill – 0 [Fire magic] Request to quit, Yes/No [Tap one] [0/65 quit] [Blink once to close] [Blink twice to open] ***** Just when Ghou Fe Ling thinks his place as the next emperor of the empire was secure, he is overpowered by a young lady who in the process, kills his supposed best friend. But with the beginning of her reigns comes a world of chaos that threatens the remains of the Ling Empire. Then comes the existence of Dragons and a single Tiamat, that makes it mission into releasing the lord of the Infernal, the second name of Hell. Read this book if you like : Dnd monsters, Anime, China based stories, lots of twists, hard-system fantasy, and many more. (Image for book cover not mine)

Jonas, an ordinary delivery boy, got spotted by the country's richest person. In desperation to collect money for his sister's surgery and debt that was piling on his head for years, he accepted the offer and became the Heir of the Smith family overnight. Now facing many problems and troubles every day, he must act like the true heir of the Smith Family. But the real heir of the Smith Family has earned his title of tyranny and villain. A person like Jonas, who has been kind and tolerant from childhood, would he be able to pull off this villain character? Or will he try to become the best of himself, and change Andrien Smith's character from the scratch? As an heir, he must do whatever it takes to keep his position in the company and family. But people have started to get suspicious about his identity.

It's 1990, Cossignton, England, fifteen year old Ben is an orphan, after the sad passing away of his mother. He is a strong, bold and emotional boy who also has a rebellious side to him. Still reeling from the loss, he now has the sole responsibility of taking care of his twin sister Betsy, who is crippled. Roseline is a woman with secrets and she will do everything to hide that secret but things started to fall apart when her best friend exposed that secret and to make matters worse, she had to contend with the fact that her husband, Gerard is the father of Ben who is the heir to his empire. Will Ben get his inheritance or will Roseline get Ben out of her way, keep her secret safe and be the sole heir to Gerard's empire.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.