Obey Me Shall We Date

At the dawn of the journey of my life I found myself within a dark forest. In a world where violence was common, and with a destiny that wanted me dead.

At a very young age, he managed to reach the peak of the martial world in his Origin Realm. Fang Han went across another dimension—the Realm of the Thirty-Eight Provinces of the Heavenly Dao. This was done to find the whereabouts of his parents and lover who had already gone to that dimension. However, Fang Han's heaven-defying martial talent meant that the young man's existence was rejected by the laws of heaven and earth. Its existence invited a devastating calamity of heavenly tribulation lightning. Fang Han was unwilling and chose to struggle and pointed his sword at the sky. “So what?! If this world rejects me, I will cut down this world. If the sun burns me, I will blow up the sun.” “My martial intent is firm. With the Black Lightning Sword in the right hand. I will cut down anything that gets in my way.”

Being the Angel of death requires a lot of responsibility from Azrael. He was loved by his father but hated by his brother Black. Azrael did his job diligently until a faithful day when the forbidden happened. ︎︎︎︎ "Father, why did call for me?" "You dared to go against me and saved a child you never should have saved, Azrael. I trusted you and gave you my glory. How dare you disobey me?!" Azrael fell to his knees and begged his father. "I never meant to go against you, father. I just couldn't bear to take the child's soul away." "That child should never have been born, it will bring doom to the world. You have just saved the doom of the mortals and immortals! How will you pay for this you've brought upon us!" "I'm so sorry father, I will receive my punishment without complain. "In that case, You, Azreal are hereby sentenced to the wilderness of nothingness until my anger is appeased!" Azrael received his punishment for saving who he shouldn't have. He did what he shouldn't do as the angel of death. He interfered with the lives of mortals. But what he didn't know was the fact that there is a force behind why he did what he did. That force will destroy the whole world and the only person who can fight against it, is none other than Azrael (The Angel of death).

They used to call me a nobody at Walter’s Regal...a nerdy, expendable novice architect buried in the basement, scrubbing the footprints of London’s elite off plans they stole from me. Then, I found the anomaly. Buried deep within ancient Crown property registries and centuries-old blueprints was a loophole so massive, it could bring the entire London skyline to its knees. I didn’t just find a flaw in the system; I bought it. With a few obscure land titles secured for pennies, I quietly took ownership of the very ground beneath their multi-million-pound mega-structures. Overnight, the tables turned. Money became my sharpest weapon, and capital my ultimate leverage. Now, those same billionaires who sneered at me are begging for my mercy as I systematically freeze their assets, bankrupt my former oppressors, and construct an untouchable empire of my own. I am Jayson Velasco. I went from the weakest link in the corporate machine to the most feared, filthy-rich tycoon in Europe. Look up at the London skyline. Every tower, every shadow, every brick belongs to me now. If you want to build in my city, you bow to my blueprint.

For over three years, my kid brother's early-morning playing sessions always woke me up as early as 5 AM. 26th February was different. I woke up very late. Matt was nowhere to be found, neither was his guitar.

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

"Oh shut up, please!" Olivia said dismissively without any hesitation, standing up and folding her arms to her chest. Jason looked shocked, his eyes moved to her, then to the others, who still hadn’t said a word in his defense. "Why have you chosen to be this useless?" she continued in a low growl. "You haven’t worked a single day since we got married. Maybe you just like sitting in that chair, being pitiful, and using it as your excuse for why you're a broke man." Jason’s teeth clenched. He wanted to defend himself, to explain again, but the moment he opened his mouth, Olivia raised a hand. "Don’t say a word, I’m not done. You think you can play the victim forever? My family paid for your therapy, flew you around the world, gave you access to the best doctors, and yet here you are, back with the same damaged spine and still sitting in that chair." She rubbed her forehead. Jason lowered his gaze, disappointed at her reaction but he didn’t talk.

“They call my people the Lineage of Sin because five thousand years ago we set the lands on fire. But a cage built by gods is still just wood to be burned.”For three millennia, the Fire Nation has lived as hollow husks. Their spiritual veins were sealed by the Divine Dragon Emperor after the Great Fire harvest, leaving their descendants as powerless outcasts who are forbidden from ever holding a flame.Fire lord Chin expects nothing more from life than a slow death under the boots of arrogant regional sects.Until the day his city begins to collapse, a cold, mechanical click echoes inside his mind, and a strange iron vault unlocks within his soul. As Chin Qi awakens, a tremor passes through the cosmos. Deep within the Abyssal Court, the supreme Dark Lord wakes up in a cold sweat, desperate to hunt down a legendary child of prophecy known only as the Keeper. The orthodox sects want him executed, the voices of his ancestors urge him and a terrified underworld wants him dead.They all think they are hunting a helpless sinner.They don’t realize they’ve just handed a torch to the a king who built the furnace.

The President of The United States dies in the hands of his own men and reincarnates as one of the weakest being in another fantasy world where his life is always on the line in a body of a hated son of a sword family. "No magic, sword, or force will bring me down in this life... NOTHING!"