Multiple Pov Twists

Without the bloodline of ancient mystical beasts flowing in your veins you can't be regarded as a true cultivator, as with only a bloodline could you possess a dsntian to cultivate. But the inquisitive part of humans lead to several undlying paths been discovered leading to dantians been forceful carved. Even with this, bloodlines still stood at the peak of power, and the rest of the world were meant to eat from their crumbles but what if a path that could defer this chain was what our protagonist, an handsome lad with flowing white hair decided to tread. The path of the sword and Bloodline.... ############ The cover of this book is not really mine, i found it on a site that offers free book covers

Carlo Fortalejo is a simple and hardworking convenience store employee. He works hard for the money, and he has a pure and gentle heart, and he is more than willing to help anyone. But his life suddenly made a 360 degree turn when he found out that he is the future "Godfather" of an organized mafia group which deals with drugs and weapons. And now he is on a limited time frame to decide if he will accept his new role in exchange for his loved one's safety...

"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.

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.

"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.

From the world of Galendray. It is an important role for every member of a clan to have a great cultivator candidate to be sent into the White Temple Institute every year. They will be trained there to become an excellent adventurer and to be able to bring honor and wealth for their family. Emrys Valestron is a not gifted kid who had the weakest power level no matter how hard he tried for improvements. Until he found himself in the middle of a dark forest and discovered a wounded giant beast. When he decided to lend it a hand for recovery, the beast returned a favor by giving him a cultivation stone. And each time he uses the power of that stone, something within him started waking up gradually, and would change his life forever.

Shortly after the death of his parents, Ash Heartfield got adopted by another family, which led to him being maltreated even during the great apocalypse. The inheritance his late parents left for him slowly got snatched away by them, leaving him to settle for peanuts. Ash later became the last survivor with the skills he gained and was able to survive while everyone he knew, died. After living out his remaining days in solitude, he ended up taking his life but miraculously got reincarnated a month before the apocalypse. Will he be able to protect everyone dear to him with this second chance? Feel free to join my discord server if you want to reach out... https://discord.gg/jFYfRBpk

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.

Nick Cross awake in a stranger's house, wounded and bruised, and finds himself in a blank state his memory destroyed. However, there is a strange chip placed on his skin, and masked men are pursuing him, Nick must avoid an evil conspiracy that seeks to control both his body and mind with the aid of Leah, a determined woman tormented by her brother's mysterious murder. Nick sets out on an anxious quest to learn the truth about the chip and the secret project that made him a weapon, tormented by broken pieces of a life he cannot recall. Along the way, he faces ghosts from his past, including a dangerous enemy in clear view, friends who may have deserted him, and a lady who once loved him but betrayed him.

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.”