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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.

13 Heavens: Rise of the Bloodline Dreg The Aura is back. And the world will never be the same. Three years ago, the Great Revival flooded Earth with cosmic energy. Cities turned into wild jungles. Skyscrapers were wrapped in massive, deadly plants. Legendary beasts roamed the streets of New York. And the only rule left? Power, the power to cultivate. Leo Kaelen was born with everything. A name from one of the five ancient bloodlines. A future full of promise. And now… he has nothing. “Bloodline Dreg,” they sneer. “Scavenger,” they call him. His family is disgraced. Their cultivation methods lost. And Leo is forced to survive in a city that wants him dead, fighting for scraps while monsters hunt him at every turn. Then, during a fight for his life in a long-forgotten ancient site, Leo discovers something that changes everything: a celestial system has awakened inside him. “You… you’re not ready for this,” the system warns. “I have no choice,” Leo snaps. This is the Path of the Perfect Foundation. Where others celebrate reaching the 11th level of cultivation, Leo is forced toward the unheard-of 13th. Where others build stable Foundations, he must forge a Chaos Foundation. Where others strengthen their skin to deflect knives, he must harden his to Diamond Hide. It’s a curse. And it’s the ultimate weapon. In a city ruled by ruthless families and crawling with primordial beasts, Leo must hide his impossible power. Every secret level he unlocks brings him closer to the truth behind the Aura Revival and closer to becoming the target of every force that wants to control the new world… or watch it burn. In a world of giants, the one with the deepest foundation will rise highest.

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

Kael dropped his hands down, causing his blade to run along the jagged ground, sending burst of sparks infused with dark-magic across the floor. His victim, a bloodied werewolf, laid on the ground, staring at him with his one trembling eye. Kael growled as he knelt beside the dying beast. “They sent me to tell you, wolf…” He lifted his sword and placed it on werewolf’s neck. “… your end has come.” ................. The world was dying The Blinding Veil - a divine seal formed by the beings of past was the one thing stopping the entire world from meeting its end. But it’s effects are already fading as the seal had begun to break and the evil curse the ancestors had tried to ward off with the seal had begun to seep in through the cracks in the bleeding veil. Vampires were going rogue, werewolves killed without reason, the Elves turned to dark magic, the faes sat and watched the evil unfold without interfering. And the humans? They were reduced to hundreds, losing a battle even their techs couldn't help win. But Kael Draven, a god-blade wielding killer with no memory of his past, is not like them. Once a child soldier and now a hired gun, Kael believes his targets are the danger—until a failed assignment reveals a terrible truth: They're not the threat. He is. Chased by his former masters, Kael joins a half-elf warlock, a exiled werewolf, a Fae torturer, and a human prodigy. As the world is about to end, Kael learns that he's not human—nor hybrid. He is something more... With everything and everyone after him, will Kael become the monster he was designed to be, or seal the pact that wants to end him?

He walks the palace halls wearing a prince’s face and speaks a hero’s words but every night, another body falls but behind his smile lies a blood-drenched secret. They say he came back from a coma. The truth is, he came back from the dead. When Prince Kairo returns from a decade-long coma, the kingdom of Caelwyn rejoices. But their hope is misplaced. Because the man behind the youthful eyes is not the prince. It is his uncle Malrick Vale, a disgraced noble once thought dead who has carved himself into his nephew’s likeness through years of planning and surgical reconstruction. He claims to avenge the friend the crown betrayed. But his true desire is darker. He craves what only power can give him: the freedom to kill whomever he chooses, whenever he desires. The mask of royalty offers protection. The crown offers complete control. Only one woman knows the truth. Sheila Ren, a former maid who narrowly escaped his blade years ago, becomes obsessed with exposing the monster beneath the mask. Alongside Tate Wyvern, a disgraced royal guard tormented by guilt and bound to justice, she risks everything to stop a man who has fooled a kingdom and who will never stop hunting his prey. And they must stop him before he turns the entire kingdom into his hunting ground. Because once he sets his sights on you… you’re already dead. But in a world where mirrors lie and monsters wear crowns, who will the people believe?

Kaelen Ashwright was born blessed, marked by the Convergence Star and prophesied to ascend to godhood. They lied. At nineteen, he discovered the truth: the Star wasn't a blessing but a beacon, calling to the Devourers, cosmic horrors that feast on divine essence. Every hundred generations, the Celestial Elders sacrifice one "blessed" soul to buy another century of peace. His father led the ritual. His mentor bound him to the altar. His betrothed drove the blade into his heart. As the Devourers consumed him, Kaelen's last thought was hatred. He wakes as Zain, a crippled street rat with shattered meridians. But Kaelen's soul carries fragments of the Convergence Star, and if he cultivates in this body, the Devourers won't sense him. Using forbidden methods that consume his enemies' essence, Kaelen climbs through the Nine Heavens with an unlikely team: Ryn, a demon-blooded assassin; Kael, a failed cultivator turned weapon merchant; Lyssa, a scholar investigating missing "blessed" children. Together they uncover the conspiracy: The Elders aren't protecting humanity from the Devourers. They're farming it for them. As Kaelen grows stronger, he begins to uncover a lot of mysteries, a lot of hidden mysteries in the realm, like Celestia being reborn alongside him seven times, forced to kill him again and again. Now Kaelen faces an impossible choice: complete his revenge and doom his mother forever, save the Nine Heavens and let his family go unpunished, or break the cycle and face the Primordial Void, which has been manipulating everyone since the beginning. What will a cultivator reincarnated in the body of a cripple do? Find out in this awesome fantasy story titled, Redeeming the Broken Star.

“It’s our wedding night, Sarah…” Kevin’s hands tightened around her waist as he kissed her neck, his voice rough with restrained desire. “Stay with me tonight.” For three years, he had waited for this moment. Sarah’s breath trembled against his lips. “I want you too…” Then her phone rang. Everything changed. “But Jasper needs me,” she whispered, already pulling away from his arms. Kevin stared at her in disbelief. “You’re leaving me? Tonight?” “He’s in the hospital.” “And I’m your husband.” His voice broke into something quieter, more painful. “Sarah…please. Don’t go.” But she still walked away. How his wife just left her for another man. The hotel door closed behind her, leaving Kevin alone beside the untouched champagne and the bed that still carried her perfume. Nobody knew that before becoming Sarah Sterling’s quiet, devoted husband, Kevin was GODsFALL — the legendary War God feared across the world. He abandoned power for her. Abandoned bloodshed and glory just to become the man who cooked her meals, massaged her tired feet, and waited faithfully for her every night. To Sarah, he was only her gentle husband. The man who would always understand. While Kevin sat alone in their honeymoon suite, Sarah spent the night beside another man, softly whispering: “You are my first priority, Jasper. Kevin will understand. Let me change your shirt.” That was the night Kevin’s love died. And the night the War God returned.

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. When Vanessa begins to get calls from an unknown person wanting money he claims Christopher had stolen, Alaric has no choice but to accept that their killer is yet to be found. He is determined to get to the bottom of this case and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for Vanessa.

"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!

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.