The Grand Line

“GET YOUR FILTHY SELF OUT OF HERE OR I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE YOUR LIFE!” Nora snarled as she threatened. Kai didn’t say anything as he turned his back on them as calmly as he could and walked out of the house with a bitter smile. “I WILL BE BACK.” __________ After putting his life on the line for his family, all Kai was met with was nothing but Accusation, betrayal, lack of trust and Exile. What they didn’t know is that the Kai that was exiled from their family was really the GOD OF WAR and HE’S BACK! He’s going to make them all pay for everything.

In a world where every motion is tracked by the Global Grid, Ketsana is the top-ranked gamer who hasn't felt his own pulse in months. When he discovers his high-octane reflex kills are actually the work of a sarcastic, sentient glitch living inside his nervous system, his life becomes a slapstick nightmare. He calls himself 'The Villain,' a rogue line of code that hijacked Ketsana's fate to save him. Now, as corporate cleaners hunt for the 'anomaly,' Ketsana must hide the glitch who is taking his scars, eating his virtual food, and slowly stealing his heart—all while trying not to die from the absurdity of it all.

When a city forged in dragon fire turns against it's own heir, a power long erased from history awakens. Evans Draker, a brilliant researcher, reluctant noble, and bearer of the rare Celestro Dragon Force, loses everything in a single night. Falsified evidence brands him as a traitor. His brother frames him. The council condemns him. And his own father, the Grand Lord of Drakarion casts him out. But betrayal doesn’t kill him. It awakens something else. In a secret chamber, moments before Ronan’s assassins can rip the Celestro force from his body, the impossible happens. The dormant blood within Evans erupts, shattering the extraction bindings. The Primordius Dragon—the first and supreme dragon force believed extinct for thousands of years—stirs awake inside him. Its roar becomes his heartbeat. Its power becomes his rebirth. Now marked as a criminal, hunted by the city he once swore to protect, Evans rises from exile carrying a force capable of overturning nations. And as he uncovers the conspiracy that destroyed him, he finds that Drakarion’s downfall began long before his disgrace. Clans scheme. Warlords gather. Enemies hide in the shadows. But none of them are prepared for the return of the one thing they thought time had buried forever— The Almighty War Dragon.

Bradley “Frank” Harrington was once the genius every company wanted. Now he’s just the man cleaning their bathrooms. But when he stumbles across a line of code hidden deep within the servers of a collapsing empire, he unlocks more than a program, he unlocks a war. Thrust into a ruthless boardroom battle, surrounded by enemies in suits and killers in shadows, Bradley is promoted from janitor to CEO overnight. But power comes at a price. Lies, betrayal, and blood trail every step he takes. The daughter of his greatest ally might be the only person who can save him, or be the final dagger in his back. One discovery will decide it all: the rise of a broken man… or the fall of an empire.

Lord Dryk and all his followers were defeated centuries ago. Or so the white mages believed until the reincarnation of his very own mistress, Ramona and her campaign to resurrect the dark lord. Yet darkness could return without the promise of a savior. Wayne a mage born without the gift was shipped off to stay with his uncle Alard and his daughter Calley, another abomination to the line of magic, while his father goes off with the other mages to find the savior and bring an end to the campaign of Ramona. But in the rarest of times, when no one expected, Wayne’s gift awakened, not in the manner which everyone thought it would be, and no one sensed it except Alard, yet that wasn’t all, Calley also awakened the gift like every other mage in history attracting the eyes of both good and evil, forging the prophecy to take a form no one saw coming and with it, the beginning of a long-avoided war. *** “I am tired of waiting for saviors, Fifteen years they have searched and found nothing. My father risks his life on a prophecy that may be empty. And we sit here like sheep, praying some child will appear to save us.” “In the old tales, it was not only mages who broke Dyrk’s host at the Battle of Broken Chains. It was the swords of men, thousands of them held the line while the archmages sang their spells. Common steel bought the world its freedom when magic faltered. If this Ramona comes again, let her face more than spells. Let her face men who will not wait for miracles.” Alard studied him for a long moment, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. “And what would you have, nephew?” “Train me,” Wayne said.

Framed for his billionaire parents' murder at seventeen, Ral Anderson was imprisoned and poisoned by his power-hungry uncle. The rightful heir to a corporate empire survived, transformed from weak boy to calculating strategist. Years later, Ral returns from the shadows to reclaim what's his, triggering brutal warfare between uncle and nephew. As assassination attempts and corporate battles escalate, he must navigate his core struggle: walking the line between justice and revenge without losing his humanity. His wife Louis becomes his anchor, the one person who can reach the man beneath his ruthless exterior, forcing him to choose between vengeance and love.

Joe Turner could barely make a living, scraping from restaurant to restaurant, bearing all the humiliation thrown at his face, just so he could give his girlfriend—Rosie Duch, everything she wanted. Things take a turn for the worse after Joe gets betrayed by her as he catches her with another man. Hurt and shattered, Joe finds himself at a crossroads, but luck shines his way when he receives a surprisingly large amount of money in his bank account. But with his newfound money comes a price to pay. Along the line, Joe discovers that there’s more to his life than he ever imagined.

In the wake of a devastating plague that claimed the lives of 95% of Umbravale's inhabitants, Kieran Nyxshade returns from his grandmother's house to a city in ruins, his parents among the casualties. At 17, the time has come for Kieran to awaken his magical powers, but instead of a blessing, he is bestowed with a cursed ability—the power of a Revenant. Haunted by loss and fueled by a desire for justice, Kieran discovers the orchestrator of the mysterious plague. Determined to vanquish the restless souls and confront the cruel princes of Valorthorn Kingdom, he embarks on a journey where alliances are fragile, and the line between darkness and heroism blurs. Can Kieran harness his newfound power to reshape the fate of Varidianth Kingdom, or will the shadows consume him in his quest for vengeance?

Underground is the Top Organization around the World. It has too many Sub-Organization under it and each has the means to rule the Underground World. La Carde Clan was the one who founded the Organization and they aimed for peace and prosperity for their people. They reigned the whole Organization, proudly standing being La Carde but that changed in one night. They were swept out, totally vanished into thin air when the sun rises. They were killed in one night. An arson. The news spread like a wildfire. No one survived. That's why the next in line after La Carde, Morozov Clan took over the throne and made a rule. No one should talk about the "Massacre of the La Carde Clan" if they want to see the light of the day. They considered it taboo. As how it should be.

A new world means a new beginning—or so I had hoped, expected, imagined. But does it really matter? Perhaps if I poured everything into it, things might change. Supremacy was never meant to be theirs alone. The top, the pinnacle, supremacy was never reserved for them!!! In this world, the question isn't about what I desire, but rather, what is my purpose? Here, our wishes are not respected, they are forced upon us. Only one reigns supreme. From the chaos of the past to the sea of forgotten dreams, and from the sea of forgotten dreams to the gates of living nightmares, the boundaries of reality blur, and the line between light and darkness becomes ever more indistinguishable. Who truly holds supremacy? What does it mean to be supreme? What do you genuinely seek?