Kind

Long before gods walked among mortals and kingdoms dared dream of power, there was Alister—a being not born, but declared into existence by the will of the world itself. Wielding strength beyond comprehension and a charisma that swayed empires, he vanished at the peak of his reign. Some claimed he ascended. Others swore he was sealed. All agreed: if Alister returned, the world would never be the same. Five centuries later, reality tears open. From a rift beyond space and time, Alister walks once more into a world unrecognizable—skyscrapers scraping the heavens, dragons living in the shadows, and mysterious abominations known as Nullborn haunting the land. With a smile on his lips and golden eyes that see through fate itself, Alister steps into a modern age... and accidentally collides with Jade, a full-blooded dragon hiding her past behind emerald eyes and forced smiles. As chaos erupts and monstrous forces rise, Alister's presence alone shakes the balance of peace. Though he seems calm, even kind, there is something deeply unsettling about him—something not even Jade, with all her ancient blood, can explain. When blood is spilled and oaths are broken, fear spreads like wildfire. Now hunted by those sworn to uphold peace, and watched by forgotten cults that once worshipped him, Alister must rediscover why he was made—and what his return truly means for the world. Because some legends were buried for a reason.

Allen had nothing. Mocked by in-laws. No memory of his childhood. Tossed about by his boss like a stray dog. It was as if life itself was determined to break him. But he kept going until the night his wife slid a divorce letter across the table and called him a burden. That night, everything crumbled. But every end births a new beginning. That same night, Allen received a call: he was the heir to a trillion-dollar consortium. He didn’t believe it—until the next morning, when a convoy of sleek black exotic cars rolled up to his curb. Mens in a tailored suit stepped out, bowed low, and chorused before him, “Sir, it’s time to return.” In a heartbeat, Allen’s world flipped. He was the last bloodline of an ancient and ultra-powerful consortium. In mere days, Allen is pulled into a world of power beyond imagination: Power... Mansions... Wealth, of course but the kind that can alter stock markets with a single whisper. Influence strong enough to make presidents pause. The same world that once spat on him now knelt at his feet. But power comes with a cost. There are enemies who wanted him dead before and hated the fact that he's back— Powerful men who believe it is a mistake to leave such power in the hands of someone as his. But Allen isn’t just back for the showoff. He’s back to make whoever destroyed his family pay. He is no longer the forgotten man. He is Allen Penthorne, heir to a trillion-dollar empire. And this time, he decides who rises and who falls. And this time, he'll make them all pay!

Frank Mercer was a prodigy, the kind of surgeon whose instincts defied logic. His methods were unorthodox, his results miraculous, and his heart too pure for the corrupt medical system that thrived on power and politics. But genius threatens mediocrity. When Frank exposed malpractice at Chicago’s top hospital, his world imploded, his license revoked, his reputation destroyed, his girlfriend Lisa seduced by a wealthy rival, and his name dragged through every media outlet. Left jobless and broken, Frank became a ghost in the alleys, saving lives in secret, helping the forgotten. Until fate threw him into the limelight: a horrific accident outside a mall leaves the President’s daughter dying. Frank acts, and revives her, defying every protocol, every law of medicine. Overnight, he becomes the nation’s obsession. But the same hands that saved a life will soon carve out justice. Behind the headlines, Frank begins to uncover a network of corruption stretching from hospital boards to political offices. The same forces that ruined him are feeding off death and disease, manipulating medicine for profit and control. Frank’s revenge becomes an art form, surgical, methodical, and righteous. He’ll heal the world’s sickness by cutting out its rot. As his fame rises, his enemies close in, and Frank must balance the weight of power, love, and morality before he becomes the monster he swore to destroy. In a city where every life has a price, The Hand of Vengeance will decide who deserves to live.

One night that’s all it took to turn Ethan Morrison from the Morrison family’s "good-for-nothing black sheep" into a man with nothing left to lose. He stumbles home late ready to surprise his fiancée for their anniversary only to catch her tangled up with his half-brother the golden boy their father adores. Before he can even process it his old man shoves him out the door sneering that he’s "embarrassment trash" who never belonged in their home. And when he races to his mom’s grave to fall apart in private he finds it dug up flowers trampled headstone spray-painted with lies. They think he’s gone for good that he’ll crawl away and die in some gutter where they figure he belongs. But then a black SUV pulls up and the driver says three words that change everything: "You’re a Kidman." The richest man alive just found his lost grandson. Now Ethan’s back in the city dressed in custom Italian suits and moving with the kind of power money can’t buy. The same ball where they humiliated him a year ago he’s walking right through those doors. Every single one of them who spit on him who hurt him who desecrated the one thing that mattered they’re about to get a front-row seat to exactly what happens when you mess with the true heir. They called him worthless. Now they’ll either kneel or get knocked flat on their faces.

On his twenty fifth birthday Theodore was publicly embarrassed. He thought his father was going to give him the company since he promised to, and he had been working hard for so many years but he was wrong. His father gave the company to his half brother instead. Surprising him and the press. And only after confronting his father did he find out he was an illegitimate child. His mother's mistake. Surprised his girlfriend who was so kind and loving had been cheating on him for nearly three years with his half brother Theodore was heartbroken. His half brother Albert kept looking for ways to make him suffer. They even sent Theodore out of the house. His stepmother Dalia who was happy Theodore was out of the game felt threatened by Theodore's half sister who wanted to make a claim to the company. She knew how strong willed Karina was, she was smart and very diligent and somehow she knew deep down that Karina might win the fight so she decided to end her. If she was dead she wouldn't be able to fight now would she? Theodore found out his birth father was the richest man in San Diego after his reputation as well as his mother's was ruined Theodore felt nothing else but rage and he wanted revenge. Especially after finding out his sister was poisoned. Accepting his father's terms he decided to get his revenge. Would Theodore be able to get his revenge or would his enemies get the upper hand?

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

They left him to die, now he'll bury them one by one Adam has always been invisible—the kind of kid who blends into the back of the classroom, mocked for his awkwardness and despised for a single mistake that branded him a snitch. His classmates made his life a living hell. Sanchez, the golden boy of Westfield High, made sure of it. Then came the field trip. The humiliation. The beating. And the moment Adam was left for dead in the woods. But Adam didn’t die. Something else found him. A malevolent spirit with a hunger for vengeance. A whisper in the dark offering him the one thing he craved most: power. Now Adam is back, sharper, stronger, and cloaked in a confidence no one can explain. One by one, his bullies begin to fall. The school watches in fear as the once-forgotten nerd becomes the center of a storm that no one can stop. Yet something is wrong. Each attack follows Adam’s secret plans exactly—but some of them aren’t his. Someone else is hunting Sanchez’s circle, striking in the shadows, pushing Adam’s bloody game further than even he imagined. Is it the mysterious new girl with the unnerving smile? A rival spirit playing its own cruel hand? Or is Adam himself losing control of the monster he invited in? As fear spreads and Sanchez grows desperate, Adam must untangle obsession, betrayal, and supernatural terror. Because in this game of revenge, the line between predator and prey is razor-thin— and Adam isn’t the only monster walking the halls.

Eighteen-year-old Yukio Yoshino never stood out much. He was quiet, ordinary, the kind of kid people overlooked. But on one reckless whim, everything changed. On New Year’s Eve, he sat down at a casino table for the very first time and walked away with a fortune big enough to pull his struggling family out of poverty. With a grin and a lighter heart than he’d ever known, Yukio sent the winnings home and stepped into the crowded streets, thinking his luck had finally turned. It had, but not in the way he expected. A freak accident ended his life in an instant. When he opened his eyes again, Yukio found himself in a calm, endless white void. Waiting for him was Michibiki and Lord Fukui, the childish and maddeningly carefree God of Fortune. With a sheepish laugh, Fukui admitted the truth: Yukio only won because of borrowed divine luck… and the god had yanked it back by mistake, killing him in the process. Instead of an apology, Fukui offered Yukio a choice, fade away into a dull afterlife, or take a gamble on a second chance in Gaelora, a world of magic and monsters locked in a centuries-long war against demons. Yukio didn’t hesitate. Reborn in Gaelora with mastery over all six elements of magic and a strange, unpredictable skill of his own making, Yukio sets out to play the hand fate has dealt him. With Michibiki, an angelic guide who’s equal parts mentor and babysitter, he steps into a realm where every fight, every choice, and every spin of fortune could mean glory or ruin. For the first time in his life, Yukio isn’t just gambling for money. He’s gambling for the fate of a world and the odds have never been higher.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

"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 ]