Recording Hall

The knife went in below the ribs. He twisted twice before the body stopped twitching. Kael is the Silent Fang of the Broken Claw pack. His flaw: he believes loyalty can be measured in blood given and blood spilled. What he wants: to become pack enforcer before the Moonhowl Rite ends. What he is wrong about: that his pack brothers would never turn on him. Someone he trusts has already sold him out. The personal threat comes at dawn. Three wolves from his own pack ambush him on patrol. They don't speak. They don't announce charges. They just try to put him in the ground. Kael kills two and breaks the third's jaw before learning the truth: someone paid them in silver bullets and safe passage out of the territory. That someone knew his patrol route. That someone is eating dinner in the pack hall tonight. The larger conspiracy is worse. Someone is selling pack secrets to the Silver Consortium – human hunters who pay in immunity from the Council's laws. Territory maps. Patrol schedules. Weakness assessments. Four packs have already fallen to coordinated strikes this year. The Council blames lone hunters. They are wrong. The rot is inside. And if Kael cannot find the traitor in thirty days, his pack will be the fifth.

At eighteen, everyone in the kingdom of Aldren awakens a power. Strength decides everything. The strong become nobles and warriors. The weak are forgotten. Ethan Vale is twenty, and he has nothing. No magic. No crystal glow. No future. Humiliated by classmates, dropped by the girl he loved, and abandoned by the family that swore to protect him, Ethan walks into the Royal Awakening Tower for one last examination. The crystal stays dark. The whole hall laughs. Then the forbidden seal beneath the tower breaks, a monster crawls out, and everyone runs. Everyone but the man they just called worthless. Trapped, bleeding, and seconds from death, Ethan hears a calm voice in his head. [Divine Evolution System Activated.] This system doesn't care about talent. It lets him absorb abilities, evolve skills, and grow without a known limit. But every evolution takes something in return: a memory, a sense, a bond. And the system is hiding a secret older than the kingdom itself. Hunted by a Warden-Inspector with a quiet smile, cut off by his own uncle, and chased by a reward on his head, Ethan hides in the city's drains, where he learns to fight the only way he can: carefully, one hard lesson at a time. With a disgraced scholar, a loyal guard captain, and nine missing names to chase, he starts pulling on a thread that leads to corrupt nobles, vanished awakeners, and monsters that someone is controlling on purpose. A catastrophe is coming. The people sworn to protect the world may be planning to sacrifice it. Ethan can become the protector humanity needs, or the destruction everyone fears. And one day he will have to face whatever chose him, and ask why it picked the weakest man alive.

On the day Jamie lost his mother to cancer, he also lost his only accommodation and his girlfriend. Years of torture, humiliation and servitude from his stepfather and stepbrothers, Jamie was nothing more than a miserable bastard to the Reynolds, one they so desperately needed to do away with. His mother’s death was their perfect opportunity as his stepfather evicted him from his house, abused him and his dead mother publicly, and ordered the doctor to sell her corpse to organ harvesters. His stepbrothers made a spectacle of him and his dead mother, treating them as though they were worse than animals. And to crown their hall of humiliation, they took his girlfriend and cost him his job. With everything lost, there was nothing to live for anymore. Jamie owed the hospital over $100,000 and his boss over the same amount. His life was at risk, his existence was meaningless, and everything was set against him… Except for a sudden alert of $10,000,000,000 and a call from the world’s richest and most powerful man, claiming to be his grandfather. Jamie wasn’t a bastard after all; he had a family—a rich and powerful family at that—and he was their rightful heir. With a net worth of tens of trillions of dollars and the power to shut down the world with the snap of his finger… What fate awaits all those who did him wrong? What end has he destined for those who mocked his dead mother and her dignity? What was in the heart of the trillionaire for those who made his life hell and paraded their measly change over him? Revenge is best served cold…Or whatever temperature the Rich and Powerful Jamie Ashford wants!

“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. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON COMMANDER

He used to be a god. Now he's a loser. They're gonna see how wrong they are. Ryder was the 12th Master of the Dark Medical Sect—super strong, like a god that was about to become immortal. Then his own students betrayed him. He woke up as Dante: a broke, embarrassed, orphaned college student whose girlfriend just cheated, whose landlord just kicked him out, and who died in his underwear on a cold street. Great. Now Ryder—one of history's strongest healers—is stuck in Dante's weak body. He works for a cheap old doctor named Theo at a bad clinic, Silverbrook Hall, and sleeps in a tiny, freezing room. But gods get back up. When a patient is dying and Theo can't help, Ryder steps in and does this crazy Four-Colored Needle thing, a healing trick that was lost for a long time. Word gets out. People rush in. Rich folks want him to touch them. Doctors either want to learn from him or shut him down. And there's Zara—Theo's sweet daughter, who makes Ryder feel things he hasn't in centuries. It gets messy when a hot rich girl he cures, Serena, wants more than medicine. But being strong brings enemies. The Daniel Gang wants his money. His ex Isla is mad as he gets famous. And the Silverleaf Apothecary, run by Alistair and his cocky grandson Smith, will do anything to stop this "fraud" before he embarrasses them at a meeting. They have no idea what's coming. When the gang messes with his clinic, when the rich make fun of him, when the world tries to keep him down—Ryder will show them: A god doesn't ask for respect. He takes it. Warning: Contains martial arts, healing stuff, a love triangle, gang fights and cultivation