Lord Shadow

“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.

In a distant realm, the once glorious kingdom of Plenaria has fallen into oblivion, leaving behind only legends and murky history. No one remembers its splendor, its treasures, or its noble rulers. However, a young historian named Arwen believes that there is more to Plenaria than meets the eye. Driven by her insatiable curiosity and a passion for uncovering hidden truths, Arwen embarks on a perilous journey to unveil the secrets of the forgotten kingdom. Armed with sketchbooks, faded maps, and inspiring stories from ancient texts, she sets off on a quest to find any remnants of Plenaria that may still exist. As Arwen delves deeper into her investigation, she encounters a group of rebels who call themselves the Guardians of Plenaria. These rebels are determined to restore the kingdom to its former glory and protect its legacy from being forever lost. Seeing the determination and potential in Arwen, they take her under their wing and guide her through treacherous terrains and forbidden territories. Together, Arwen and the Guardians embark on a breathtaking adventure filled with hidden passageways, magical creatures, and ancient relics. However, their journey is not without challenges. A formidable enemy, the ruthless Lord Aldric, seeks to extinguish any remnants of Plenaria's existence. With his dark forces closing in, Arwen and the Guardians must race against time to unlock the kingdom's ultimate secret—a secret that might just hold the key to restoring Plenaria and saving it from eternal oblivion. "The Forgotten Kingdom" weaves a captivating tapestry of adventure, self-discovery, and the power of remembering. With each step closer to unlocking Plenaria's secrets, Arwen not only learns about the kingdom's past but also discovers her own strength and resilience. Alongside her newfound allies, she must strive to restore her kingdom

"STAND UP YOU MORON!". yelled the space trooper. Rogers groaned with pain. He stood up and with all his weight dived on the space trooper, he didn't know what he was even thinking but somehow the trooper had already lost balance and his gun fallen from his hands. Rogers kicked him in the groins and then with a penknife stabbed him in the temples. The trooper was silent. Rogers thought for a moment maybe he was dead. He wanted to check for his breathing but common with space troopers they always had their helmet on. Rogers proceeded to dislodge the helmet, he was familiar with the technicalities. The battle was still ongoing, he was hearing gunfires afar off, he had checked his attacker pulse, the man was as good as dead. Rogers retrieve his penknife and put it back into his pockets. He was tired and weak to the bones, pains that ran through his stomach made him nauseated. He wanted to vomit. He stared at the sky that has turned with haze and ash, he thought when will all this wars be over, it has been a decade and the galaxies had been at war. He was from Megma, but the people from Metoris and Xival had been their enemies. Aquaris was their ally, and Infact the aquaria have been their supporters from time immemorial. The bone of contention was Resmore, the planets all wanted Resmore for its minerals and diamonds. News had it that the main villain Lord Firemetal and his counterpart Aruma each of them from Metoris and Xival had always wanted to dominate the planet Resmore, then comes the DROIDs from Entexx a place found in Aquaris, who always help them in fighting each battle they went. Their opponents have space droids too.

In a world where the dead refuse to rest, the living fear what lurks beyond the veil. For centuries, humanity believed all spirits(ghosts) were vengeful, mindless entities seeking destruction. But the truth is far more terrifying—some spirits exist to devour, corrupt, and break the boundaries between life and death. Others, bound by fate, offer unimaginable power to those they deem worthy. Arman never wanted to be a hero. Struggling with social anxiety, he preferred to keep his head down, avoid trouble, and live a life that meant nothing to anyone but himself. But everything changed the day he became bound to a force beyond comprehension. Now, with an ancient spirit entwined with his very soul, he’s dragged into a hidden war waged in the shadows—a battle between those who harness the power of the dead and those who twist it into something monstrous. As ancient forces awaken and the boundaries between the worlds fracture, Arman faces an impossible truth: the power within him is both a gift and a curse, one that could consume him if he fails to control it. With enemies lurking in every shadow and unseen forces pulling the strings, he must uncover the origins of his power, the forgotten secrets of the past, and the role he is destined to play in a war that has raged for centuries. Because if he fails—if he breaks—this war won’t just claim his soul. It will unravel reality itself. A journey of power, fate, and the unseen begins… but can a boy who fears even simple conversations truly rise to become the strongest Spiritbound?

They thought he was dead. They buried the truth with his name. But legends don’t die—they go dark. Darius Raines, code-named “Ghost,” was the government’s best weapon—an elite hacker and black-ops operative until the day he vanished in a fiery car explosion. Officially pronounced dead, Darius walked away from the lies, burned everything that tethered him to the system, and became a shadow in a city drowning in corruption. Five years later, Atlanta is a battleground. Billion-dollar empires are built on secrets, bodies disappear with no questions asked, and the same corrupt officials who tried to kill Darius now run the city from behind closed doors. But Ghost is back. And he’s not here for mercy. With a custom-built AI surveillance system and a hidden network of rogue insiders, Darius launches an all-out war against the syndicate that turned his life into a lie. His mission? Expose the Ghost Code—a black-file project that links murder, money laundering, and mind control to the highest levels of government. The catch? The only person who can help him unlock it is Amira Cole—the one woman who once believed in him and now believes he’s a traitor. Hunted by law enforcement, betrayed by his own team, and forced into a deadly cat-and-mouse game with the most dangerous man in America, Darius must choose: Save the city or save his soul. The Ghost Code is an urban mystery thriller that will grip your throat and refuse to let go. Full of brutal twists, high-tech warfare, street justice, psychological warfare, and a heart-wrenching romance, this is not just a fight for redemption—it’s a war for the truth. And in Darius’s world, the truth is never free.

There are eight celestial realms of power with celestial civilization living peacefully until the Athearians stole the celestial stone of power ushering a great war. Seven outstanding heroes reign from the war. Thus, the god murdock made these warriors god guardians to protect a thousand worlds, giving them seven different colored celestial Mana stones, each filled with unlimited powerful Mana of magic known as the philosopher’s stones according to their rank, and task. The first guardian was known as NEPHILEN EBUBE, the green armored God guardian of giant forest. AMADEUS AMADURA, the red-armored God of war. Elemental, the white armored guardian Goddess of all elements. DESTINY, the blue-armored guardian of fear, fate, and destiny. GATE KEEPER the brown armored keeper of time and space. LIFE, the Golden God guardian of science, technology, and knowledge. The seventh guardian was called CHAOS he black armored God guardian of chaos, evil and terror. Vondor the Dark Lord of the Netherworld had only one wish, to unite all parallel thousand worlds which includes earth as his centre command with the seven stones into one army, invade the god system realm, and rule as absolute power. To fulfill his grand wish, he summoned his eight prince-sons and chose one named Deus and his son Soren who send thousands dungeons of monsters to invade the earth. The rise of human hunters with abilities to wage war against the monsters Eren has the ability- king of monsters because within his veins the blood of lineage of netherians Netherworld. The bloodline of a god and a human will undertake a journey to gather six heroes from six worlds known as the guardian Inheritors to honor the guardian's final quest from the thousands of worlds and save the seven god guardians to fight a final war against vondor.

"What do you think you're doing Harvey? How dare you walk into my room without knocking?!" Gracia angrily exclaimed as she got up from the bed while covering her half naked body with a sexy red lingerie, something she never wore in the presence of Harvey, her husband. Harvey's fist tightened, his knuckles white with tension as his teeth grounded against each other. This moment epitomized utter disrespect, and he will not tolerate it. "How could you do this Gracia?!" Harvey yelled. "Who's this young man, how dare he interrupt our moment?" The man she was making out with said,glaring disgustingly at Harvey as he got up from the bed, wearing only a boxer and wrapping his arms around Gracia's waist. *********** On the night of his wedding anniversary, Harvey was made to sleep at the stables as the affluent guests couldn't stand the thought of spending the same abode with him. Despite this, he woke up early to make breakfast for the same people who humiliated him only to find his wife making out with another man on their matrimonial bed! When he retaliated, she threw divorce papers at him and sacked his betrayed self out of her mansion. May the Lord bless the day he broke free from the Andersons. His life took a graceful turn when it was revealed to him that he’s the biological son of the most talked about mogul in the city! Now that he has not only money but power, he swears on his mother's grave to make all those who looked down on him, wipe the very dirt on his shoes with their tongues!

"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 ]

The Blackwood empire was built on blood and betrayal. Damon Blackwood was about to learn just how deep the rot went. Damon was the overlooked "spare," the gentle heir content to live in the shadow of his powerful family. But at his own engagement party, his world shattered. His fiancée, Claire, publicly abandoned him for his ruthless cousin, Adrian. His uncle, Kane, framed him for a multi-million dollar theft. Beaten, disgraced, and hunted by the police, Damon was thrown into the street like trash. He was ready to die. But the gods had other plans. In the darkest alley, with sirens closing in, an impossible voice echoed in his mind: [SUCCESSOR OF WAR DETECTED.] A mysterious System claiming descent from Ares, the Greek God of War, has awakened in his blood. It offers him unimaginable power, instant healing, and a terrifying strength—but at a price. He must complete increasingly brutal quests for vengeance, or the power will consume him. Now, the gentle man is gone, replaced by a ruthless predator. His former fiancée, Claire,watches in growing regret as the man she betrayed transforms into everything she secretly desired. His cousin, Adrian,and Uncle Kane realize their political games have unleashed a monster far more dangerous than they ever intended. The System orchestrated his downfall, the betrayals, and the humiliation—all to forge him into the perfect weapon. Damon Blackwood faces an impossible choice:Embrace his dark destiny and claim power through violence, or resist the System and die as the weak man everyone thought he was. The game has changed. The System demands blood. And the God of War is ready to collect.

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.