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"You think a loser like you could ever have me?" Selena sneered, flipping her hair as she clung to Derek’s arm. Jason's heart pounded in his chest. He had done everything for Selena—her homework, her errands, even covered for her when she skipped class. And now, she was throwing it all in his face, laughing at him in front of the entire campus. "You’re pathetic, Jason. You’ll never be good enough for someone like Selena," Derek added, smirking. That night, drowning in anger and humiliation, Jason scrolled through his phone, only to see a strange app appear on his screen. "The Game of Kings"—he hadn’t downloaded it, but it was there, glowing like a beacon. Curious, he tapped it. A message popped up: "Enter your name to begin. Rise or fall—it’s your choice." Jason hesitated, then typed his name. The screen flashed. "Level 1 complete. Claim your reward: $2,000,000 or continue playing?" His breath caught. Two million grand? Was this a dream? His bank app confirmed it—his balance had skyrocketed overnight. Now, with wealth and power at his fingertips, Jason isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to change his fate. Will he use the game to take down Derek and make Selena regret ever betraying him? Or will he realize that the true game is much bigger than revenge?

Among them a boy with sharp eyes and untamed hair, no older than sixteen. Lin Dong. Whispers rise around him. “The failure of the Lin family…” “His father lost everything to Lin Langtian.” But Lin Dong says nothing. His jaw tightens, his fists curl. “I’ll make them remember my name.” The gong strikes. The test begins. One by one, disciples unleash their Yuan Power, glowing faintly with light. When Lin Dong steps forward silence. He places his palm on the stone pillar. Nothing. No glow. No tremor. Just cold stone. Laughter ripples through the crowd. Lin Langtian, his older cousin, smirks from afar already a martial prodigy, already chosen by the clan elders. But Lin Dong’s eyes don’t lower. There’s something burning behind them something feral. That night, he runs into the mountains, fists bleeding, shouting into the dark. “If the heavens won’t give me power, I’ll take it myself!” Lightning flashes and the earth trembles. From beneath the ancient roots, a strange stone talisman rises glowing with ancient runes. The air hums, trees bow, and the mountain itself seems to breathe. Lin Dong stares at it, breathless. The talisman pulses once… twice… then melts into his palm. His eyes widen his veins blaze with golden light. And somewhere, deep within the realm of spirits… something wakes up. “Finally… someone worthy.”

Jack Snyder suffered a huge car accident. Time went by, and he heard a girl’s voice calling Nozomu Shinchaku. Jack slowly opened his eyes and an unknown girl was crying in front of him, but everything about her was wrong. Long blue hair, yellow eyes, cat ears instead of normal Human ears. Jack glanced at her hand and saw sharp and long fingernails caressing his face. A fluffy blue tail was trembling behind her, signalling her worries. Jack saw a pool of blood on the ground near a rock, and he had a big bandage on his head. Strangely, his soul travelled to a young boy’s body, that judging by the pool of blood, died because of that rock. Now, he has to learn how to live in a strange Magical World as the Human teenager Nozomu Shinchaku that strangely can’t use Magic, and Magic has no effect on him. “Definition of sidekick: - A sidekick is someone who goes with the main lead on their adventures. If he is a superhero, the sidekick helps fight crime. Sometimes this word signifies an imbalance of power, and it implies that the sidekick is less powerful than the main lead. - Sidekick is one of the most effective forms of attack in a street fight. Hard kicks especially to the knee can take a larger opponent down or at least blow out his balance, leaving him vulnerable to follow-up shots.” *I intend on keeping this story free till it's finished.* *cover by Aisling Elizabeth Robinson and me*

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun

For five years, architect Ethan Cole designed the buildings that made his wife a billionaire. When she divorces him and burns his late father's unfinished masterpiece: a revolutionary design. Ethan walks away with nothing. Until a rival dynasty heiress recognizes his "signature" in his ex-wife's award-winning tower. Now, as structural flaws in his ex's empire begin to surface, Ethan must decide: save the buildings that bear her name, or let her legacy crumble, literally.

Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood. The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true." Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack. "Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you.” The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start. Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there. Can she stay sane among such evil? What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

“I buried you,” the traitor whispered. “Then dig deeper,” Kaelen replied, voice like sand on steel, “because I’m not done rising.” Zaria stood behind him, the wind pulling strands of her hair like fire-dancers in the dusk. “Let them come,” she said. “We burn hotter together.” The masked woman landed beside them, blades humming with heat. “You still don’t get it,” Kaelen muttered, watching the desert pulse like a living thing. “Get what?” “This isn’t a fight for gold.” “Then what is it?” Kaelen smirked, cracked lips bloodied. “It’s the reckoning.” Kaelen was left for dead in the scorching sands of Sutekh; stripped of his name, his wife, and the child he never met. But the desert doesn’t forget. It carves vengeance into bone. Now, Kaelen rises from the ruins of betrayal as something more than a man: marked by ancient fire, hunted by his half-brother, and haunted by what he can’t remember. As he claws his way back through a kingdom built on secrets, one thing drives him: Zaria. His wife. Missing, maybe dead; or worse, weaponized by those who want to claim a legacy soaked in blood. But Zaria is no victim. Imprisoned and pregnant, she holds the key to an empire long thought dead. And when her twin sister emerges from the shadows to seize that power for herself, love becomes war — and the price of legacy is life itself. In a world where loyalty is a lie and prophecy demands sacrifice, Kaelen must decide: will he reclaim what was stolen; or burn it all to the ground? OF FLAME, SAND, AND GOLD is an epic fantasy of fire-forged vengeance, unbroken love, and the rebirth of a forgotten kingdom.

The grand hall of the Phoenix family estate was filled with people, all waiting with baited breath for the arrival of the exiled grandson. Finally, the doors at the far end of the room swung open and the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Nicholas strode confidently into the room. He was tall and mysterious, with an air of authority that overwhelmed everyone present. He wore a diamond encrusted face mask which only had two openings revealing his piercing blue eyes. His dark hair was styled in a sleek, modern cut, and he wore a tailored suit that showed off his broad shoulders and athletic build. As he made his way through the crowd, people reached out to touch him, as if to confirm that he was real. He was Lord Fitzpatrick favorite grandson, returned from exile after three years of being away from his family and his home. The family conference meeting was held in the grand dining hall of the family's estate. The tables and chairs had been pushed to the sides of the room, leaving a clear space in the center. The entire family, including his parents, aunts, uncles, stepmother's, concubines and cousins, had gathered and were now kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed in shame. Nicholas stood in the center of the room, looking down at his family with a mixture of shock and confusion. He had been falsely accused of poisoning his late grandfather and had been shunned by his family for three years. These people bowing before him were the ones who casted him away, made him an outsider. Now he was going to be their Lord and master. At the front of the room, The family's patriarch, his father stepped forward and knelt down on the floor. "Welcome home, our Lord."

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

After cleaning all the bathrooms in O’Brian mansion every day, Kevin had enough of the mistreatment of his wife’s family members. One freakish accident in the bathroom changes everything, and it’s time to make his in-laws clean their own damn bathrooms and give him the respect he deserves! Those who stand in his path shall lose control of their bowels!