The Wizard World

Keenan is trapped in a game created by a father who has a grudge against his son's death. Keenan must win the game in order to save everyone in his city.

There was Xerxes II, a God-king, 7"2 tall, melanin skinned, with an aura and composure of a god. Who believes he could subdue the whole world with his one million army and make every king cower like a cornered animal before him. Including the great king of Agranah, Wealene. There was Wealene, who had the Western world under his whip, and loyalties of several notable allies whom he disposes off like you do garbage. But he often defies the gods and would stop at nothing in pleasing his only daughter, Malisa who was in love with a common Ostler, Kie. There was Kie, an indifferent and proud Ostler whose only reason of living was his sick mother. He hates the gods and ridicules all their works. But his solitary life was plunged into frenzy when the high-bid princess of his land fell in love with him, but he fell for her personal maid, Samantha. And the gods? They have a game, Mahjong, and would force Xerxes, Wealene and Kie to be their opponents. Their intentions were not far-fetched, make a son of Kie, the littlest of the three, with whom they would destroy the three men; Amyclodicle, the young Warlock. But Amyclodicle would not stop at annihilating the three, he would be a terror to the gods too. For he falls in love with A sex slave passed for sport amongst the gods, who lives on earth in disguise of an Alan; their message bearer. A tale of War, Love and Games (fate)!!!

Clearance was brought up in a situation that he did not understand. He was the youngest of his five brothers and he was the only one that had a different surname. He uncovered the most shocking mystery about his life. Besides being named as the only bastard in his home he also learned that the he had a deceased brother, who shared the same mother with him. Since he felt like an outsider amongst his siblings, his father always no where to be seen and his mother being in prison... He made a ritual to communicate with his deceased brother, little did he know that his brother's spirit was going to manifest and latch itself onto him. He brought with him the darkness of New Rockville, a place of the spirits, an unknown place that the naked eye could not see. A place of the damned.

There was once a guy that is indiferent and clueless about everything around him, but even though he was like this, if monster after monsters appeared at his doorsteps without any invitation at all, his eyes will glow with indifference and touch their rough bodies lightly, turning it into ash and get carried away by the wind that pass by. His name is Gabriel, A shut-in guy but is omnipotent. Read to know his story.

"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.

Ever wondered why isekai protagonists always wake up comfortably in bed, complete with their predecessor's memories and a tearful sister/maid at their side? Well, our hero isn't so lucky. No convenient memory inheritance. No peaceful awakening. No helpful NPC guide. Instead, Kyle opens his eyes to find himself bound and at the mercy of a ruthless sorceress wielding a whip, demanding answers he doesn't have. Zero tutorial, straight to the boss fight. "Talk! Or else…" "Lady, I don't even know who I am!" Trapped in a medieval fantasy world where magic is heresy and the Church hunts practitioners without mercy, Kyle must navigate political intrigue, dodge religious persecution, and somehow survive the schemes of a dangerous sorceress - all while armed with nothing but his wits and a mysteriously acquired AI companion with a talent for unhelpful commentary. Welcome to a fantasy world where: Your enemies are smarter than you Your allies might kill you tomorrow The Church wants you dead And your snarky AI buddy won't stop critiquing your life choices

The human essence is unchanged from century to century. They are ready to destroy for the sake of profit what can help, save them from the coming catastrophe - witches. Creel is an ordinary person who fell victim to human deceit, his death was cruel and terrible. He hoped for eternal sleep, beautiful oblivion, but what did he get? He is the only one whose life is so closely intertwined with the witches, he was called to another world against his will, they placed hopes on him, endowed him with strength, gave him new opportunities and forced him to become the Shield of the Witches.

I don’t even know where to begin. The vampire or the deadly twins, Desire and Despair. But they all have their motives in my life. A part to play. On one hand the vampires carry what I need. The ring of the damned. On the other hand the twins might be the only people to help me know who I’m. What I’m. But I need to play it well, if I have even the slightest chance of surviving what they have planned for me.

"The strength of one man is limited, but the strength of an army is endless." Mo Shen spoke from his throne while billions of soldiers were kneeling in front of him, ready to destroy their foes. "Stop pretending to be a god." A woman wearing a full set of golden armor raised her voice. Mo Shen shook his head and simply smiled. "Pretend to be a god? I'm the smartest and most powerful being in the universe. I never pretended to be a god. All this time, I was pretending to be human. " His eyes illuminated the whole battlefield, and the horns of war signaled the beginning of the end. This is not the story of a hero. This is the story of a true conqueror, a true god.

The struggle of survival and not knowing the outcome. Not predictable at all. When the destiny of the entire human race hangs in the balance, the prize for survivors will be Thenardier itself.