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A million years have passed since the war that shattered the harmony of Caelestia—the once-divine realm that shimmered with eternal light. The Divinomachy. It began with a betrayal. One of the Supreme Emperor’s most powerful and revered archangels, corrupted by pride, jealousy and ambition, raised his blade against his Creator. His defiance was swift and infectious—many of the Emperor’s faithful servants followed him, seduced by whispers of freedom, power, and a new order. Thus ignited a celestial war — Divinomachy. For one hundred years, the heavens trembled under the weight of clashing divinities. Brother turned against brother. Skies once filled with song now roared with the cries of battle. At last, the Supreme Emperor, weary of endless bloodshed, brought the war to a bitter close. With a divine curse, he cast down the traitors into a prison realm he created—Phlegethon and sealed their leader—while some escaped. Their punishment was eternal. Once-angelic beings were twisted into demons. Their silver skin blackened and grew scales. Their radiant wings darkened into shadows, and crimson replaced their once pure silver eyes. Even their hands bore the mark of damnation—silver claws sprouting where gentle fingers had once been. And when the fallen archangel was finally struck down, a prophecy echoed across the universe—spoken through the Emperor’s oracle: “When the stars realign and the seal weakens, the fallen one shall rise again. But from the forbidden love of both light and darkness shall be born a child—a hybrid. He shall end what the traitor had begun.” Though Caelestia was rebuilt, its wounds never fully healed. For prophecy does not forget, and the chains that bind the fallen grow weaker with every passing age. The ones who escaped hid themselves across the universe, patiently waiting for the return of their master.

They also say that force rests in the flesh. That energy that travels along veins, pivoting a huge amount of him as a member of it is even of a more primeval nature. At night in the silver woods the moon will shed its light. Shadows will wildly flare, and deep from the sewers of frozen streets will be heard Kaiju making eerie violent noises like thunder blaring in the distance. To Farouk it has come: those scary rings in his ear as he sleeps, while he isn't being addressed. The flames of all elements slither around his fingertips. In his blood the water that engulfs him. The intense anger that chokes around his heart as earth rumbles. Gloria far ahead of the level of towers is seen by those, exactly at the place where eyes glow like stars and skin glistens. As a confidential asset, they have a Minecraft verse, with want for their power. The glorious Tournament of Kaiju is something that people with lofty status and blood have as a reason to betray their fellow man. It will be a great hurt to them because of this. This so-called sport is definitely not to be termed a game, but an occultic oath that slices through the globe. Plus, the image of Colonel Edeagwu is portrayed by primeval spirits. This fact places a consultancy with old symbols and precious items while it's coerced with spectres of foreign nature. As the wheels are still progressing, the doors are yet to open. Flourishing bonds will break, when the words of the world shall rise, alongside when they'll die.

Kaizer Jin, on day 11,024 of surviving in the crazed frozen world looked at his final seconds as he was being devoured alive by an evolved creature called Silver Ice Dragon, he was nothing but a weak person but he managed to survive till this day attaching himself to a group of kind people. Yet, at this day, they were all killed. He had witnessed many people die before him, those who had protected him at the cost of their own lives, those who had loved him and given him their food. They were a group of outcasts who would not bend to the rules of the corrupted. How did all of it happened? It was nothing but a normal day, but suddenly, the world had gone cold, and it kept growing colder. It was so sudden when in the middle of summer, snow started pouring nonstop, till even ice dropped from the heavens. It was the start of how civilization halted, like the world frozen in time. After a year, people also evolved, trying to survive, and gaining powers they never knew were possible. Even monsters started to evolve, creating a new era, an era of the frozen world, its rebirth! He stared at his comrades lying on the ground. What was once a group of 450 people was now dead, being eaten by frozen dragons. As he closed his eyes, he heard something. [Frozen World Rebirthing in progress!] [System activated! Power gained!]

"Shoot the boy in the head." Chairman Roth commanded, sliding the heavy silver gun across the table. "Prove you belong at this billionaire table." Griffin stared at the gun, then looked at the young street orphan trembling on the floor. The elites thought Griffin was just another greedy corporate raider. They did not know he was the Oracle, the invisible shadow king who already owned all their bank accounts.

He was born a traitor’s son. The academy branded him a failure. But an ancient king’s soul calls him Master. Seventeen year old Kael Ashford arrives at the prestigious Dragonspire Academy with nothing but a patched tunic and the heavy burden of his family's disgraced name. Branded as the son of the kingdom’s ultimate traitor, he expects to be rejected during the public Bonding Ceremony. He expects to return to his starving border village in shame. He does not expect a legendary, midnight-scaled black dragon,a beast thought to be dead for centuries,to crash through the glass dome, bow in absolute submission, and call him "Your Majesty." Before Kael can claim his destiny, a cloaked assassin slits the dragon's throat, and a forbidden royal crest burns itself permanently into Kael's chest. Sentenced to the damp, rotten Discard Dorms with the academy’s lowest failures, Kael quickly realizes the dragon isn’t completely gone,its powerful consciousness is alive inside his mind, acting as a secret mentor. To survive the murderous gaze of Headmaster Vance and the cold, vengeful blade of the brilliant Lyra Voss, Kael must fake his weakness while secretly siphoning forbidden magic. But as he uses a stolen silver key to unlock the ancient, hidden ruins built directly beneath the school, he uncovers a dark laboratory that shatters the history of the kingdom. Deep within the academy's forbidden underbelly stands a cage of pure magical energy. And resting inside it, is a boy who shares his exact face,a perfect duplicate whose pitch-black eyes are wide awake, whispering a dark warning that will change everything.

Most people often see marriage as a reincarnation for women. So, countless foolish women jump into one without a second thought. Many people see my husband as the perfect husband. He cared for me and loved me in every way. Yet, he still cheated on me right under my nose. Faced with the hypocrisy and ugliness behind his facade as a perfect husband, I've decided to serve him karma on a silver platter!

🏆 ["Silver Prize" in System Activated of "Meganovel Biannual Writing Contest"] 🏆 Bruce Waylen is the bastard child of the Waylen family. He was raised by his mother, who later passed away. Bruce was forced to leave his childhood and live with relatives. Bruce later found out the Waylen family came after him, intending to take his life. But the mysterious System came to save Bruce from the dead, giving him the power to be the urban man.

🏆["Silver Medal" in Fantasy Category of "Meganovel Annual Writing Contest 2022"]🏆 Lukas Bellingham, a 21 year old youth dies from an illness that is dominant in males in their family. But that's not where it ends. He wakes up in the body of a boy, in a world where everything is the opposite of Earth. A world where Mortals become Gods. Will Lukas be swallowed in such a world or will he rise against all challenges and become a Deity which all mortals look up to?

-"Congratulations Host has successfully integrated with the Amazing Man system " -"Whaat?!" . Luther Chris had no relocation of his past background, except he was just a useless live in son in law. One day, after getting beaten half to death, he awakens a powerful system offering him wealth and power on a silver platter and his new purpose begins. A face slapping billionaire by day, a ruthless vigilante by night.. I own copyright to the book cover

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.