I Was Reincarnated As A Slime

Transmigrating into my own novel should have been a dream, but instead, it’s a death sentence. I woke up in the body of Liam, the Ninth Prince of the Vermilion Empire—a pathetic cannon fodder character I created just to be executed by the Emperor to satisfy the main protagonist's growth. According to the plot I wrote, my head is scheduled to roll soon. However, the world doesn't know that I hold the blueprints to its existence. With my hidden knowledge of every secret plot and a mysterious Summoning System that has manifested within me, I will rewrite my fate. I am no longer a stepping stone. To survive and reach the peak of this world, I’ll have to become the very nightmare I once authored.

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

Blurb She believed the lies. Her mother made sure of it. One moment, I was her husband. The next, I was a monster in her eyes — a poor man accused of hurting the woman I loved. They threw pictures in my face, forged proof, and handed me divorce papers. And she, Sally, stood there in silence. Not a word. Not a tear. That was the day I died — and a king was born. Years later, I returned richer, colder, and untouchable. The world now bows to my name. But my revenge is just beginning… until Yvonne Wells, a scandal-tarnished model, storms into my life. She was supposed to be my contract girlfriend — a shield against the chaos. I never meant to drag her into my storm, but she became the only light that could calm it. Now, the same family that destroyed me is crawling back, desperate to rewrite the past. But I’m not that broken man anymore. I’m the king they abandoned — and this time, I give no mercy.

I'm Daryn Coldwater. My normal life is boring and complicated. A few weeks ago, I got kidnapped and was taken to a magical academy. At first, I thought my dreams had come true, but it just turns out that I'm living a nightmare. Now, I'm stuck here, trying to learn magic while figuring out how to cope in the academy.

What do you do when no one around you can be trusted? When the world turns its back on you? Can you fight them all—and win? I tried. And now… here I am. With two names. Weird, right? Ironic, even. But that’s my reality. Don’t ask how I got my name. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, just know this: I’m Gensei Haruto. The only human without a core. In a world where power defines your worth, I have nothing. No family. No hope. Not that hope matters—hope is a disease. But there's one thing I will protect, no matter what it takes. Even if it kills me. Even if I lose everything. I will grow stronger. No matter the cost.

"Beneath the smile is a weary soul. Beneath the struggle is a dying soul. Beneath the smile is a soul in a frazzle. I desired a change. I show great perseverance in my quest to succeed, even though my inner me is in shambles. With persistent pain, I drag him along. Sometimes I want to shed him from me but then I realized he is a part of me. The inner me that is lifeless. Now I have to be it nourishment. The inner me that is weak. Now I have to be its strength. The inner me that is hopeless. Now I have to be hope Dear inner me I can't leave you alone; you are me I am you. Together we will conquer our fears, face our challenges, and comes out triumphantly." Synopsis I was in my dark until you shine me your light. Mellisa a young student nurse lost her way on the last day of completing her health campaign in a rural area of the Northern Coast. She wandered around in a mysterious wood where she was held captive by some quisling huddles, who found nothing but joy in torturing her. Rescued by Armstrong Seagull, and labeled a spy. Was she able to escape from such a traumatic experience? Who is Armstrong Seagull and what roles did Mellisa's sudden incursion in his kingdom In a world where you feel so cold, you gotta stay gold; a story about a demon Lord and an ambitious girl

Hi, I’m Mark and while I’m not the strongest and neither do I have any unique ability, most of my opportunities being either wasted or given away one way or another, I’m the one that survived the most. Now that I think about it, this life is pretty miserable. I got my ups and downs, but because I rushed at the beginning, I ruined my entire future and the only thing keeping me alive is my ability to adapt and survive. That’s it. No magical abilities. No genius talent. The most unique ability I had was an ability the “survivor” title gave me called “The survivor”. And now I'm about to be killed aaaaand I'm dead. ... . . Die, they said, you will receive eternal rest they said, but where is the eternal rest?! “Hello and welcome to the Regression and Reincarnation agency. Due to your peculiar achievements, you have been fo- ahem, given the chance to go back in time, as well as three wishes.” –––––––––––––––––– Follow Mark on his journey to change his ending, see his rises and falls and journey with him together in this story through your imagination. ______________________ This is my first book and my native language isn't English, so expect grammar mistakes and so on. Enjoy my book and if you don't like it, just stop reading. It is far more energy efficient that writing a bad review. _________________

I was the bastard. The unwanted son. Disowned by my own father… because I awakened the weakest talent of all. In a world where power is everything, I was left to die. But fate had other plans. The rat I bonded with… was no ordinary creature. It was a dragon in disguise. And when the truth is revealed— Those who mocked me will kneel. Those who abandoned me will beg. My family will worship the name they once cursed. And I… Will make them all pay.

I thought all the good fortune had finally come to me. The people I thought were my saviors turned out to be imposters. My life was miserable and full of ugliness until a servant came to me and told me who I really was. Covenglory, a surname that could frighten others, and I used that name to make them feel what I felt before.

Seven years ago, a dark giant shadow visited my house and killed my mother. It changed me, forever. Four years later, after the Mega Human experiment 2.0 went wrong, I became a mutant. I became.... "Shadow Man!" "The boy behind the shadow has been identified as..." "Jude Rutherford! Seventeen year old high school boy..." "Is he Shadow Man?" When the mutant who killed my mother appeared again to destroy me, I knew being Shadow Man was not just my hobby. It was my destiny. Now I must protect everyone I love. And I must find out why my mother died. Who was the dark shadow? And why did he come for her? I must find out all these while hiding my second identity.