Immortal Supreme: Sovereign Of The Grand Dao

Strange Magic __is a fantasy story about ___Daren, a blacksmith’s apprentice and a hunter in the kingdom of Mentliway, where magic is strictly reserved for the royal bloodline. When Daren accidentally uses forbidden magic to save a dying man, his life changes overnight. Branded a criminal and hunted by the king’s guards, Daren flees and discovers an underground society of rogue magic users—people like him who have been hiding in fear. As Daren trains and learns the truth about his lost heritage, he realizes his magic comes from a forgotten royal bloodline erased from history. With a war brewing between the crown and the oppressed, Daren is forced to choose: betray the rebels to survive, or rise against the throne and risk everything. In a final battle of power and courage, Daren challenges the king and shatters the seal that has kept magic from the people. A new era begins—one where magic belongs to everyone, not just the elite.

Terry died when he was stabbed by Bobby shit. Instead of being sent to heaven, hell, limbo, or purgatory, Terry was sent back to earth by Saint Peter. His mission was to help hurl back the earthbound demons from Earth to their home in Ghoul.********* While Lucifer ruled over hell and demons, Samael had authority over the earthbound demons and their home in Ghoul. And it was his duty to keep them away from earth. But then, one or two among that spirit always escaped and they were caught before any damage was done. Saint Peter released the breath he had been holding. No doubt, Lucifer must be at the root of this. What is he up to? That lord of hell is as unpredictable as a loose cannon. "How can I be of help?" "I need some angels to help in bringing them back ." Saint Peter laughed sardonically, "You know that's impossible, right?" Sameal's grunted louder from the other side of the call. "Hmm... You will think of something, won't you?" "Sì." "Thank you." Saint Peter hisses and then presses the terminate button. "Saint Peter," Terry called out. The saint removed a pair of spectacles, wiped the glasses with an impeccable white handkerchief, and then placed the spectacles back at the edge of his nose. "I need your help, mortal."

"They took my name. I took their heiress—and their empire." Five years ago, Jaxith Vance was betrayed by his own brother, stripped of his family legacy, and left to die in a fire. But he didn't perish in the dark. Reborn with the ancient power of the Sovereign Core and backed by unstoppable shadow capital, the exiled billionaire returns to the neon-lit metropolis of Aethelgard to claim ultimate vengeance. To corner his brother into submission and seize control of the trade routes, Jaxith executes a ruthless takeover of his rival's empire—claiming the breathtaking, lethal syndicate heiress, Elena Rostova, as his fiancée in a high-stakes alliance. Elena is no damsel in distress; she is a weapon disguised in silk with her own traitors to hunt. What begins as a cold, strategic marriage turns into a dangerous, white-hot obsession as they wage a corporate bloodbath against the dark forces governing the underworld. The Apex Council thinks they rule the world from the shadows... until the Shadow Sovereign comes to collect his debt.

Silas Marrow woke up in a stranger's body, in a world where the weak are buried and forgotten literally. Cast out to a frozen, forsaken peak with no talent, no allies, and no way to fight back, Silas has only one advantage: every corpse that reaches him becomes fuel. Bury the dead, and their techniques, their power, even fragments of their very potential become his to claim.

Meet Richard Parker, the CEO and founder of the world's fastest-growing tech startup. A multi-millionaire playboy who lives life by his own rules & doesn't care what anyone else thinks. He's on top of the world, and things are only going to get better, he just knows it! That is until he's stabbed in the back (literally), thrown out of his business, and introduced to the dark underground world of the Immateria, a vampire-like race who secretly exist in the shadows. With dangerous supernatural creatures at every turn, a war brewing in the world of the Immateria, and the need for revenge bubbling away in his now still heart will Parker be able to regain control of his company and get revenge on those who ousted him? This is the Rise Of The Immaterial Man!

After being fatally struck on the head and presumed dead, Zach awakens in the morgue—alive and puzzled. Instead of relief, his wife is horrified by his strange awake and demands a divorce. Despite years of sacrifice to give her the life she wanted, she tosses him aside without remorse. Hurt by betrayal and grieving his mother’s death while his sister remains in danger, Zach feels his world collapsing—until a mysterious, stunning woman appears, claiming he is the lost leader of the country’s most powerful organization. Thrust into a life of unimaginable wealth and influence, Zach discovers the true extent of his power. No longer the man they once discarded, he sets his sights on vengeance. The people who wronged him and his loved ones will now be the ones begging for mercy in hot tears.

The walls still smelled of smoke when Luca opened his eyes. Ash drifted like tired snow, settling on leather boots and broken glass. His hands trembled, stained dark, but he couldn’t say whose blood it was. Outside, sirens wailed like mourning wolves. He stepped into the street, and the city looked back — neon, rain, old hunger. A bartender recognized him and flinched. “Thought you were dead.” Maybe he was. In flashes he saw a rooftop under a red moon. A woman. Rhea. Her voice like warmth through winter: Don’t forget who you are. But he had. Now, every alley whispered his name — some in awe, some in warning. The beast inside stirred, pacing, remembering what he could not. Luca walked on, jaw set, heart heavy. He would find the truth. Even if it tore him open like the moon tears the tide.

A young adult from the twenty-first century passes out in his room from tiredness. He never considered that it was his last moment. Thankfully, just before he passed away, he grinned at how miserable he was and muttered to himself, "If the god of passion were watching me, please fulfill my wish." His wish was granted by the goddess of passion, who was pleased by how filthy and miserable he was upon hearing it. Sadly, he was reincarnated in a world that was different from what he had anticipated. Note: If the view count reach 100 plus, I'll mass release 5 chapters.

Survivors of the mysterious organization's ambitions. Yuan Liong made his own way in the Kangow World. Fight from the lowest point to become the strongest with determination. “Refund all debts of revenge and humiliation.” The Kangow World was full of cultivators who were greedy and wanted power. Fight, scramble, escape, cunning opponent and various other obstacles. Meeting new people, searching for enemies and revenge. “I will stand at the Peak of the Martial World!”

They threw him into the dark to feed a slumbering god. They didn't know the god was starving—and that the boy was hungrier. For ten thousand years, the Blood Lotus Sect has reigned supreme, built on a foundation of ruthless cultivation and a dark secret: they sacrifice their weakest newborns to the Abyssal Pit to appease an ancient horror. But when a nameless, hollow boy is tossed into the dark, he doesn't scream. He doesn't break. With a soul as empty as the void itself, he catches the eye of the dying god below. Instead of consuming him, the ancient entity makes him its vessel. Now, sharing his mind with a cynical, world-ending parasite, the boy climbs out of the abyss wearing the stolen skin and identity of a murdered Outer Court disciple named Dver. To the arrogant young masters and paranoid elders of the sect, Dver is just another piece of trash. A traumatized survivor clinging to the bottom of the hierarchy. They are dead wrong. He is an apex predator wearing a sheep’s skin, and his cultivation requires him to eat theirs. As Dver systematically infiltrates the sect, turning their deadly politics into his own personal hunting ground, he catches the eye of Lyra—the Sect’s flawless, untouchable Saintess. She believes she can purify the broken boy. She thinks she can save him. But Dver doesn't want salvation. He wants to slowly, deliciously corrupt her until she is just as monstrous as he is. A grand sacrifice is approaching. The elders are preparing to feast on the heavens. But they have no idea that the abyss is already walking among them, smiling, and waiting for the perfect moment to swallow them whole.