Sir Ares Good Night

"HENSHIN!" Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game where him and dozens of others are forced to battle deadly creatures—and each other—for survival. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

"Dim-Dim lost his mother when a monster attacked their house in the night he gained a superpower that allows him to transform into animals. A day later, he chooses to work with Venators, or monster hunters, as an 'Illicitor.' But one day, he has to break the Illicitor's Code #1: Do not lure monsters into a city full of humans."

Rags to Billions. Bullied to Domination. Ugly to Handsome. Jason Reed was bullied and discriminated all his life. His life was filled with uncertainty and hate, especially from the people who were disgusted by his hideous looks. As a baby, his parents abandoned him. As a teenager, people hated him. Accused and jailed for a crime he didn't commit, Jason thought that it's hope for a good life will forever be a dream. But fate us twisted. Fate has other plans for him. He went back to school as a billionaire heir and he will make everyone pay for making his life a living hell, that includes his traitor ex-girlfriend. "What? He's rich?" "Yeah, but he's still ugly. He's so disgusting.'' He didn't care about what they say now. He will prove to them they picked on the wrong guy.

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)

Transfered to a new school, Andrew fell for the school's hottest girl, Bella. Maybe the was his first mistake to begin with. Bella was a player and everyone knew this, everyone except Andrew. Time actually revealed Bella's true nature, but by then, it was already too late. Andrew had faced lots of beaten from Bella's secret boyfriend and admirer's, Andrew was accused to have raped Bella, by Bella's friend, yet she never defended him. Andrew lost Jessica, the only woman who loved him genuinely, but the worst? Andrew lost his mother, because Bella tricked him into giving her his mum's med money. It was all a bumpy ride for a good boy, and now… his back, his back to take his revenge on every soul that contributed to his suffering and the death of his mother.

“You’re nothing but a worthless piece of shit Ethan, nothing good will ever come out of you!” “I can’t believe my sister married you. You belong to the streets. You belong with the trash!” “You’re a fool! A nobody. An idiot!” Ethan White was the live in son-in-law of the Rogers family, whom everyone loathed. He was scorned upon, despised and forced to do irritating jobs just to make ends meet. However, fate played a strange role in his destiny, and he soon discovered that he’s the heir to a multi-billion dollar corporation. Vowing to make his enemies - most especially his in-laws pay, he decides to enact his revenge. In secret, he’s Mr White, the enigmatic CEO and anonymous billionaire, but in broad daylight he’s still the worthless son-in-law with nothing to his name. Still he swore to make them all pay. With their sweat and blood!

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

Marcell has had a sad and complicated life since he was a baby, growing up in an orphanage and then migrating alone to the big city for a more secure life. But things didn't go as easy as Marcell imagined. And good fortune seems impossible for him, when his girlfriend Jasmine cheats on him with the wealthy quarterback of the Yale University football team. "You are not my equal," Jasmine said with a frivolous smile. Marcell, who had no power and looked weak, could not defend himself. But his anger made him punch his girlfriend in the face. And Jasmine's lover pushed him until Marcell hit his head. When he woke up with his head bandaged, Marcell suddenly got a voice from his head. The robot's voice and the system screen in his view gave him a challenge and a fantastic amount of money.

In the quiet city of Whitelock , New Zealand, secrets lurked beneath streetlights and silence. The government had one strict rule no mutants. Anyone caught with powers was executed on sight. No questions. No trials. Just blood and law. Behind the polished smile of Mayor Clark, fear ruled. His only son, Alan Clark, lived a life wrapped in privilege fancy cars, spotless uniforms, admiration from nearly every girl at school. Yet beneath all that, he felt... incomplete. Like something in him waited to awaken. It all started the night of the President's son's party. The lawns of the Danny estate glittered with golden lights. Music thundered. Laughter spilled into the air. Teens danced like they had no past no future. Just now. Alan stood alone at the edge of the pool, a red solo cup in hand, untouched. His jaw clenched each time Danny passed by with his arrogant smirk. Memories from the Freshers' Night burned in his mind shame, humiliation, rage. He should've never come here. Then it happened.

On the night when Rutherford Silverado was supposed to be pronounced as the heir by his father, there was a massive massacre and the whole Silverado's family was wiped out. Excluding his grandmother Athaliah and Ethan, her favorite puppet grandson. Few years later, the long dead Rutherford reappears in the country as a cold hearted mafia with nothing but revenge burning in his eyes.