The Black Necromancer

Cai Arrows was the definition of a "dud." Sent away at the age of five for his defiant nature and stubbornness too unreal for a 5-year old, he spent fourteen years on Qilan mountain. While other disciples mastered the elements, Cai was only good at three things: being stubborn, sweeping floors, and climbing trees. He was the family’s greatest shame, forgotten by everyone but the Master who tolerated him. ​But when the Patriarch of the Arrows Family suddenly summons him back to Lume City, a near-fatal accident on his way to the city changes everything. Instead of dying, Cai awakens. ​Now, the "talentless" exile has returned to a city built on greed and hidden spiritual rot. With a single black bead and a power he doesn't fully understand, Cai has already done the impossible: he brought the Patriarch back from death’s door. But in Lume City, being a billionaire isn't enough when spiritual entities hunt in the shadows and your own family is more dangerous than any demon. ​Armed with a rich legacy and a terrifying new Sight, Cai begins an unstoppable ascent. In a world of fake masters and selfish elites, Cai might be able to show them that the most dangerous person in the room is the one who has already been to hell and back.

The dying star pulsed, it’s heart on the verge of collapse. Twelve figures, cloaked in unimaginable power, stood amidst its final throes. On one side, six beings (the angels) blazed with light so intense, it dwarfed the star's dying brilliance. Across from them, five figures (the demons)exuded a chilling darkness, a black hole's silent hunger, their very presence accelerating the star's demise. And in the center of this cosmic ballet of light and shadow, stood Reaper. He seemed to absorb the dying star's essence, his form cloaked in a darkness deeper than any of the others, a living embodiment of the star's final, terrible scream. But then, the things discussed were by no means simple, the fate of the world was resting on their soundless star toppling discussion. The intensity of the conversation loomed above the star like an omen of death, accelerating it's death even further. Suddenly, the figure in the middle broke the sacred rule, yelling in a language that speaks for all, his voice was like the rushing of a mighty wind. I Reaper, will dethrone and destroy that God, make him pay for neglecting us all and if you don't join me, you will all suffer the same fate. The faces of the angels and demons -a vortex of light and darkness- went grim as they moved to strike down the tyrannical being. But before they could, Reaper, the demon of death and chaos was gone. Our story...begins here.

Duane Wordsworth has spent three years as a humiliated, live-in son-in-law, enduring the scorn of his wealthy wife, Gloria, and her elitist social circle. But when his mother is trapped in a burning car, Gloria doesn't just refuse to help—she remotely locks the vehicle's security doors, nearly sentencing his mother to a fiery death because she thinks Duane is "manufacturing drama" for attention To save his mother, Duane is forced to endure the ultimate humiliation: kneeling and begging for mercy at a high-society party while his "wife" and her lover mock his desperation. Cast out and divorced within the hour, Duane is left with nothing but a "cheap" silver necklace—the last gift from his mother But the necklace holds a secret. Hidden inside is a long-forgotten password to a cryptocurrency account his mother started for him years ago. What was once a "small investment" has exploded into a staggering nine hundred billion dollars. Overnight, the man they called a "beggar" becomes the wealthiest individual on the planet, armed with the legendary Black Gold Card—a status symbol held by only nine other people in the world Now, the tables have turned. As Duane sets out to save his sister from Gloria’s cruel traps and dismantle the lives of those who trampled on his dignity, the elite will learn a hard lesson: Never mistake a lion for a stray dog.

Someone screamed as the dogs outside the hall began to bark just as the young boy was about to speak.Together with the others at the table, he quickly got up, and they all looked out the hall's open door.The boy turned to face his father as several yelps and the dogs' abrupt barking stopped.With his hand on the hilt of the long knife at his waist, the village chief was slowly making his way toward the door.The boy thought Jane, his sister, had screamed, but he had no time to think any further because three Asabya, the terrifying, murderous barbarians of the plains, stormed into the room with a ferocious battle cry at the same time.The boy watched in horror as the tall men, their long, dark hair pulled back by leather thongs around their foreheads, painted black with white around their mouths and dark eyes, swung their swords, and killed everyone in his immediate vicinity.Before the chief could draw his knife, the first person in the room severed his father's head from his body. But they didn't stop there.Everyone was killed, from the tiniest infants in their mothers' arms to the elderly with gray heads who had just given the boy their blessing.The pain and blood as a sword was buried to the hilt in his chest were all he could remember when another person appeared in front of him.

Evan Locke is the Sloane family’s biggest disappointment—at least, that’s what they believe. A scorned live-in son-in-law with no pedigree, no power, and supposedly no ambition, he’s treated as little more than an inconvenient shadow in their mansion. Only Lena Sloane, his principled and razor-sharp wife, ever bothered to look past the surface… though even she has no idea who she married. Because Evan isn’t just brilliant—he’s the secret founder of Obsidian Capital, a stealth empire feared in boardrooms and whispered about in back alleys. From the dark edges of the financial world, he’s been pulling strings to keep Sloane Dynamics alive while the family doubts him at every turn. When Marcus Thorne, the elegant and ruthless CEO of Talon Consortium, moves to swallow Lena’s company, and the Black Harbor Syndicate sends their silent executioner Rhea Kade to clear obstacles, the Sloanes brace for collapse. But Obsidian has already awakened. With Archer Voss—his unseen field operator—and a network of shadow investments, Evan begins a quiet war. Every trade, every acquisition, every broken enemy brings him closer to exposing the truth… The world thinks he’s irrelevant. He’s about to show them what a ghost king looks like.

"Boss, we couldn't find her" "Boss?" Lana was surprised at the way Nathaniel was referred to. "You are the Boss they were taking about?" Nathaniel raised a brow "Yes, anything wrong with that? If there's nothing please excuse me, I've got something important to take care of" And he left just like that, like she was never someone important to him at a point in time. ** Nathaniel was ready to sell even his soul if it meant making his girlfriend satisfied. He was a poor man who only had to make do with his work at the night bar but because of his demanding girlfriend, he had to work several jobs in order to make ends meet. Everything was going well until he saw his girlfriend walk into the hotel he was working at with another man. As if it wasn't enough that she was cheating on him, she wasn't even guilty and even mocked him for being poor. He left the hotel heartbroken and it was at that moment a payment of several billions of dollars was made to him. In the midst of his confusion, an Ashton Martin stopped in front of him and some men in black stepped out. "Young master, finally you've been found" turns out he was the lost son of a Billionaire Mafia Don. Now with him at the very top, it was his turn to make people dance to his tune.

Following his mother's passing at the age of ten, Ivan became the black sheep of the Langland Family. His Father's Mistress became his Father's new wife and their hidden son became the young Master of the Langland Family. His pretentious stepmother would stop at nothing to tarnish his already ruined image, and his father made no secret of the fact that he did not want him. On his Grandfather's birthday, Ivan was framed by his fiancee who teamed up with his stepmom and stepbrother for rape. That rainy night, Ivan wandered around as he had been abandoned by the whole family. But things took a surprising turn when his mother's father messages him and instantly deposits $1 billion into his account. It was discovered that his mother was the heiress of a secret empire, and Ivan, being the son, would have to succeed his mother as the new heir. For a year, no one heard of him, including his family. But now, he's back. Not as the chubby clumsy Ivan we used to know but a different Ivan who went through a transformation. But what would life be without adversaries, particularly when he returns to school and finds himself in Classroom A, the most chaotic class in the school? What is life without making his haters lose face? Ivan will have to deal with more than just bullies in his school; he must also figure out what caused his mother's death.

Dave Vogel was the perfect portrait of a loser. Born poor, orphaned at a young age, his body was weak, and his face was plain. His life was filled with bullying. No matter where he went, there was always someone ready to kick him down. No one cared about him, let alone a woman who loved him. Dave was just worthless societal trash. However, fate had other plans. Dave's helpless body was found by an old hermit who lived deep in the forest. This hermit sensed an extraordinary potential within Dave who, somehow, was capable of receiving special power. Through a mysterious process, the hermit transferred his power to Dave. A transformation occurred. Dave's thin and weak body became strong and perfect. Confused and seeking answers about his new identity, Dave decided to return to the only place he had ever called home: the orphanage where he grew up. There, he discovered a shocking truth. It turned out he wasn't alone in the world. Dave had seven older sisters. However, the happiness of finding his family didn't last long. Dave soon learned that his seven sisters were in great danger. A mysterious and ruthless organization called the Black Crow Group held a grudge against their family and was determined to destroy the lives of Dave's seven sisters one by one. They were old enemies who had now returned to terrorize them.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

They dragged his dying mother out of her hospital bed like she was garbage. Joshua Hart had endured three years of humiliation as the powerless live-in son-in-law of the wealthy Cavesh family. He swallowed every insult. Every sneer. Every reminder that he was “nothing.” All for one reason—his mother’s life depended on their money. Then, on the day she needed emergency surgery, they cut him off. “Admit your mistake. Apologize,” his wife said coldly. “Maybe then I’ll consider helping.” At the hospital, nurses laughed in his face. “Swipe your card, beggar.” “You can’t even afford oxygen in here.” They called security. They called him worthless. They didn’t know that twenty minutes earlier, a forgotten investment had turned him into the majority shareholder of Galaxy Tech. They didn’t know his account now held billions. They didn’t know the “pathetic son-in-law” had just wired one hundred million dollars to the very hospital trying to throw his mother into the street. When the director whispered, “Joshua Hart… the transfer came from you?” He simply picked up his black card and looked at them one by one. “You were right about one thing,” he said calmly. “I won’t beg.” Now the people who mocked him will learn a brutal truth: Never humiliate a man who has nothing left to lose—especially when he becomes everything.