Opposite Attract

The Frost is coming. But my warehouse is already full. The world ended not with a bang, but with a sudden, catastrophic drop to minus sixty degrees Celsius. Atmospheric ash blocked the sun, burying civilization under a white desert of ice. In the freezing concrete tomb of an abandoned subway station, college student Alex Ryder is down to his last two protein bars—barely enough to keep his heart beating for forty-eight hours. But when Alex gives his remaining food to a dying child and the med student looking after him, reality glitches. [Gift Confirmed: Protein Bar x 2 → Elena Vance] [Multiplier Triggered: 187x] [Reward: Military-Grade MREs x 374] The rules of the apocalypse have just been rewritten. For Alex, survival is no longer about looting or killing for scraps—it’s about giving. Hand over a rusted pocket knife? The system returns a crate of fifty high-carbon tactical machetes. Gift a cup of dirty oil? It multiplies into barrels of high-grade aviation fuel, restarting the subway’s dead generators. While the rest of the wasteland is chewing on frozen leather and shivering in the dark, Alex is turning his subway station into a high-tech, fully powered underground paradise. But warm air and the scent of hot food attract wolves. As brutal warlords and hyper-advanced remnants of the old world elite close in, Alex must expand his territory, unlock new "connection slots" with elite survivors, and build an unstoppable military-industrial complex.

Damian Graves just wants to get through high school without falling apart. But when another body turns up in Raven Falls with its skull crushed and wrist slashed, he can’t ignore the truth he’s always believed. His dad didn’t die in some wild animal attack like the cops said. He was murdered. Now the past is catching up. His mom, Lilith, used to be a vampire. His dad was heir to the Ravenholtz werewolf clan. And Damian, caught between both bloodlines, might be the one to hold it all together or tear it apart. With his little sister Cassie depending on him, a best friend hiding dangerous secrets, and two different girls pulling his heart in opposite directions, Damian has to figure out who to trust before the next body is his. Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolf/Vampire Politics TROPE: Hidden Heir, Betrayal, Family Rivalry, Forbidden Love,Teenage romance

A thousand years ago, the Strongest Demon Emperor, Xar'thos, nearly plunged the cultivation world into eternal darkness, only to be defeated and sealed by an alliance of holy sects in a heroic sacrifice. Now, after a millennium has passed, the Demon Emperor is reborn as a poor youth named Aron in a remote village—without power, without memories, and without any remnants of his past glory. The world has forgotten him, and the holy sects have enjoyed a fragile peace, establishing their dominance without threat. However, fate has other plans. As Xar'thos's memories begin to return, an ancient entity known as the "Demon Empire System" activates within him. This system is more than just a guide; it is the key to rebuilding his shattered empire, granting him unique abilities to revive forbidden cultivation techniques, recruit loyal followers, and most crucially, attract powerful women with demonic potential to become his Demon Consorts—the pillars of his new strength and authority. Starting from zero, Aron—who is now slowly reverting to Xar'thos—begins a perilous journey to reclaim what is rightfully his. Xar'thos's journey takes him from a helpless youth to a rising ruler of darkness, rebuilding his army from the shadows. He gathers followers, forms unexpected alliances, and establishes a hidden base of demonic power. However, his rise does not go unnoticed. The holy sects that once sealed him begin to sense the echoes of a long-lost demonic aura. They send agents to investigate, sparking initial clashes that reveal weaknesses and ancient secrets among his old enemies.

Additional Tags: #Romance, #Evolution, #Antihero Power in Aethelgard does not come from prayer. It comes from Divine Marks, fragments of Authority carved into existence itself. A single Mark can lift a mortal beyond the limits of flesh. With enough Marks, a being may evolve into a Saint, a Demigod, an Angel, or even a True God. But every Divine Mark has a sequence, a stage, and a burden. Ilyan Morveth was killed for one. His heart was pierced in an abandoned ruin. His killer left him there, waiting for the Divine Mark inside his body to appear. It never did. Before the Mark could manifest, an ancient soul drifted into the corpse. Then the dead man opened his eyes. Now Ilyan wakes with a closed wound over his heart, broken memories that do not belong to him, and a power he does not understand. His first day alive only gets worse. A Beast attacks him in the ruin. A mysterious Divine Mark rises from its corpse. And when Ilyan reaches Blackstone, the city gate already has his name written in the death ledger. According to the records, Ilyan Morveth died before dawn. To survive, he must play the role of a dead man whose life he barely remembers while hiding the impossible power awakening inside him. Because Miracle is not luck. It is not fate. It is the quiet violation of reality itself. A falling stone at the right moment. A wound that should not heal. A question asked one breath too late. A coincidence too perfect to be coincidence. But miracles attract attention. Ilyan is not a chosen hero. He is a survivor wearing a stolen life. And if the world insists that Ilyan Morveth should have stayed dead, then his first miracle will be proving it wrong.

What happens when yesterday becomes the tomorrow we see today? So the favorite saying in Bel Haven goes. The breakthrough of Elixa was one that mankind has never seen. It was able to merge the past, present, and future and bring people back to life, for a second or third time, but not permanently. But in Damian's case, the opposite was in play. He had lost his parents and granny and his brother too. Their deaths were not his fault, but Damian had blamed himself all the days of his life. Some said it was because of his family heirloom, others believed that he was just unlucky. But the fact was that Damian was a Silverton. The Silverton was a rare species that is neither alive nor dead. They were the force that regulates the timeline and prevents the Darkeels from coming into the present. However, Claudius, a scientist who invented Elixa, having lost his daughter, wanted eternal life. But to achieve his goal, he needed three items. The tooth of a Darkeel, the blood of a Silverton, and the staff of Jethro. Damian wants to see his family again, but for that to happen, he must work with Claudius and also kill himself willingly.

I am just so weak right now but when the time is right, I will change the world. **** For sixteen years Rafael was haunted daily by this dream of being chained opposite a scary sculpture on the wall but yesterday a very pretty girl who was sure older than himself in real life visited him and the feeling of being with someone who could listen to him in that cold room for the first time made him feel better than living in a world where he was rejected and his views no longer matters. His ears picked up footsteps approaching and his wandering thoughts jolted back. When it became louder his heart began to beat now he could spend some more time with the beauty who visited him last night but his joy did not last long because instead of a slender looking lady with an endearing smile, a hoarse cough was heard and thereafter an evil looking plump man walked in. "For the first time I have met you awake." He laughed. "And it tracks since it will be rude if you are not informed before your are executed. Even though you are an anomaly your majesty, your mother was a queen so it is wise if you are atleast honored as a prince for the rest of your days!"

Franklin's poisoned hands touched the wall, and immediately, the snake-like venom with which his hands decorated crawled up the walls. Tightening itself over the blocks, making the little crumbles gather on the forest floor, dying along with everything around it, Franklin watched as his poison worked on the walls. “Stop, this is unlike you. You can always change yourself,” said a voice that Franklin did not acknowledge at first. “You don't know me. I was born for domination and conquering.” He said as though he was trying to convince himself. “You are a giver of life. What gives you the right to think like that?” The female's voice was angry now. She emerged from the trees to stand before him. “I am a feeder of light, nothing more. I will conquer all who thought I was weak,” Franklin said, seething with anger now looking at who it was. “You think you're so bold, follow me and let's find out,” Lily said as she started running the opposite way. She aimed to let him come jolting out of his reverie, and if she tried all, then so be it. With a growling snarl, Franklin stopped forcing the walls to come down and took off after Lily. He had the mission to eliminate her once and for all.

Ogres have four distinct traits: they all have tusks and horns, their favourite food is human flesh, they have a weak spot somewhere on their body, and, most importantly, they can all use magic. That one fact made them so absurdly powerful that they'd driven the human race to its last haven—a continent known as Eden. So no one expected Noah to eat them. Centuries before Noah was born, there arose wizards: powerful superhumans wielding unique magic—supernatural abilities that enabled them to fight back the Ogres into a stalemate. Noah was the opposite of this. He was a slumrat: a magicless nobody who lived off heaps of trash, beneath even your average man. But after being dragged into a level six dungeon thanks to the king's decree, Noah is left face to face with a two-thousand-year-old humanoid Ogre, and at the point of death, awakens a codex—a system-like runic interface—and a strange but unique ability to devour Ogres and wield mutated forms of their abilities. Except, he can't exactly predict what those mutated abilities will be. Now armed with an ability to climb the ranks to become the strongest, and most importantly save his younger brother, Noah begins the spiteful ascent to becoming the strongest wizard. A journey full of death, devouring, more devouring, and batshit chaos that might just save the world.

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."

At this time Damien's phone vibrated rapidly. He took out from his pocket, this got him a snort from the lady opposite him. Looking at his phone, he saw a strange message. [Ding! System fully activated. Awarded welcome gifts, do you wish to receive it?] Damien could not help but frown as this was somewhat unusual. What welcome gift? He never applied for anything online. 'Hah! These mobile phones ads are really something.' Ding! The next moment the phone's screen flashed red, and the returned to normalcy a few seconds later. «Ding! Congratulations, you just received twenty thousand dollars.» «Ding! Congratulations, you just received ten thousand dollars.» «Ding! Congratulations, you just received ten thousand dollars.» Damien could not help but wonder; is this a program that keeps giving out fake awards? However at this time, a new message popped up, he received two text messages from his bank. "Wells Fargo Bank: Credit alert; twenty thousand dollars" "Wells Fargo Bank: Credit alert; ten thousand dollars" "Wells Fargo Bank: Credit alert; ten thousand dollars" Damien was startled. These three amounts turned out to be the exact amount this ads sent me.