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Chris Greene's world crumbled after his wife betrayed him and ruined him financially. Just as all hope is lost, Chris is suddenly brought to one Don Mikaelson who was his grandfather, he makes him an offer: pass his test, and Chris will succeed him as the new Godfather of the Mikaelson syndicate or choose a one time offer.

A loser in real life. A man who can't support his family. A man oppressed by rich and powerful people. Betrayal, secrets, and a legacy of power, Mark Julius life is turned upside down when he discovers his true identity as the heir of the Blackwood Family who ‘s legacy proceeds all others. How would he repay those who trampled on him and called him names? He must protect his family legacy as well as his wife, Felicia Feathering whose family is against him at will and would stop at nothing to make him nothing.

All Ming Ho wanted was to hit submit on his scholarship application and finally get some sleep. He got the sleep. Just not the way he expected. When he wakes up, the modern world is gone. He's now Lucian Everstar, the sixth prince of the Valerian Empire, a realm where power is everything and weakness is a death sentence. His body is frail. His family wants him gone. And when he tries to open his eyes to see his new world, he sees nothing at all. He is completely, irreversibly blind. With only weeks until the Awakening Ordeal that will decide his fate, Lucian is trapped in darkness, surrounded by brothers who would sooner see him dead than share their bloodline. Survival seems impossible. Then the system chimes. [Transmigration perk: Due to the Old Lucian being blind, you have received a Primordial gift. False Sight.] A blind prince with a sight that rivals the gods. Now Lucian must navigate a world of monsters, politics, and assassins—all while hiding the fact that he can see more than anyone in the empire.

As the remaining bloodline of the most unmatched lineage of magicians, Magi and Cian thrive and hide in the current society by becoming hired by all sorts of people for money. With overbearing power, came an extreme caution towards their own actions. However, whenever they move, they wear their mask to hide their identities, becoming known to all by the name, 'Twin Magicians.'

"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.

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

Betrayed by his own family and left for dead, Desmond Ashford lost everything—his inheritance, his identity, his past, and even his memory. Forced to endure years of humiliation as a lowly live-in son-in-law, he later gets divorced by his wife and finally regains his memory and discovers the shocking truth: he is the rightful heir to an empire. With unlimited power and wealth at his fingertips, Desmond embarks on a path of vengeance, destroying those who wronged him. But just as victory seems near, a shocking revelation changes everything—his supposed brother was never family, and the mother he thought was long dead might still be alive.

They called him bloodless They mocked him, beat him, finally betrayed him framing an innocent orphan and hurling him into the Ashen wastes to die a slow forgotten death. But the moment Elias Voss's blood touches a forbidden crimson altar, the empire's greatest nightmare awakens. Deep within his veins roars the primordial war God bloodline an extinct legacy of apocalyptic conquerors the gods themselves erased from history in terror. Crimson fury floods his body. Broken bones mend in seconds. A single punch shatters mana beasts that devour armies. Ancient battlefields flash before his eyes, whispering unstoppable tactics no mortals should know. Now the boy they discarded is coming back. With the sarcastic ghost general at his side, a sharp-togued swordswoman who swears she does not need him, and an unshakeable will forged in betrayal, Elias will climb from exile to overlord. Every arrogant noble who laughed at him will kneel. Every clan that turned away will regret. In floating war academies and blood-drenched arenas, a legend rises one swing, one conquest, one shattered enemy at a time. The War God is awake. And the empire will tremble.

He mistook her for the girl who saved him years ago, gave her everything to help her business survive.But now he knew he was wrong

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”