Warrior

In the ruthless Solar Kingdom, where gods rule with iron fists and betrayal flows like blood, Lian is a broken slave marked by a dark curse—the mysterious Blood Key branded on his chest, a symbol of an ancient pact with a forgotten god of hunger. Beaten, burned, and forgotten, Lian’s life changes forever when he embraces a cursed power that grows stronger with every soul he devours. Now, walking the thin line between man and monster, he rises from the shadows as the elusive Black Ghost—a force of vengeance and rebellion. But the kingdom trembles under the cruelty of Prince Kairo, whose own dark transformation threatens to ignite war. As hunted whispers spread and the royal court launches a relentless pursuit, Lian must navigate deadly betrayals, forbidden powers, and a love that could either save his fading humanity or consume it entirely. Amidst swirling conspiracies and ancient secrets, one truth remains: only the Blood Key can break the seal binding their fate—and the princess who holds it may be both salvation and destruction. Blood will rise. Kingdoms will fall. And in the shadows, a god’s hunger awakens.

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.)

When a ruthless empire faces destruction, only one man can save it — Su Yu, the warlord who has never lost a battle and never taken a bride. But when the price of victory becomes the crown itself, Su Yu learns that ruling a kingdom is harder than conquering one. Haunted by ghosts of the past, betrayed by those closest to him, and torn between love and power, Su Yu’s journey will test the limits of loyalty, honor, and humanity itself. Can a man born for war learn to lead with his heart? Or will the legend of Su Yu end the same way it began — in blood?

"A coffin?" Alex mocked, his laughter echoing through the hall. "For me? You should’ve brought one for yourself, lunatic."Alex Carter’s cruel smirk wiped clean with a blade to Charles Carter’s screams as he loses more than just his pride, Jack is a man on a mission."You laughed at me when I was down," Jack says, his voice calm but cold. "But now, you’ll remember my name—for the rest of your short lives."Once, Jack Sullivan was a name whispered with respect and fear—the legendary commander of the Iron Wolf Battalion. But a devastating betrayal left him broken, his memories shattered, and his enemies triumphant. Reduced to a mentally impaired shell of himself, Jack became a laughingstock, mocked by his in-laws and dismissed by the powerful elites of Havenwood. "They called him a fool, a servant, a man broken beyond repair. Now, they’ll call him their worst nightmare." But Jack isn’t a fool anymore. His memories have returned, and so has his unrelenting thirst for justice.

Eryk Wayland returned to Black Lake City after receiving news that his grandfather had died. His uncle sent two men to pick up Eryk at the airport. They kidnap and lock Eryk in a warehouse. The uncle forced Eryk to sign a letter of inheritance. The two men then killed and disposed of Eryk's body in the Rockwool City landfill, a wasted city. Erick is dying. When he was about to die, he was found by a summoned spirit in the form of a white owl. The owl offers a life-and-death contract to Eryk. "Give me your soul, then you will hold the world in the your hand!" From that day on, the owl kept following Eryk wherever he went. Eryk was also suddenly able to speak and understand the language of birds. He can also summon and control summoned spirits as a source of power. However, a group of destruction summoners is hunting for Eryk. They wanted to seize the power of the strongest summon spirit that Eryk didn't realize he had. Can Eryk survive in Rockwool City—the city of summoners, save himself from the destructive summoners, and return to Black Lake City to avenge the people who slaughtered his family?

Edgar, a young slave, gets slapped into the creepy valley of vipers, a place of utter darkness. His failure to return might not end the world full of freakish cultivators, but it would mean Fabby, his elder sister, has to spend her slave life alone among smiling predators that threaten her life and honor. But how can a cripple and an inexperienced Edgar survive the fall, then climb the valley that not even the most heinous criminals of the world would choose for a hiding spot? Even if he somehow does, will he continue to live as a slave, or will he fight for his and his sister’s ‘freedom’- the word a slave never even dared to whisper and live another day? Will Edgar keep swimming in suffering, or will he sink his teeth into the sharks that surround the siblings? “One day, I’ll set up an inn, and people will call me the Lady Innkeeper Fabby!” said Fabby, with her pretty nose turned up a bit. “Sounds cool, but what about me?” the innocent younger brother, Edgar, pulled her skirt and asked while licking on tamarind candy. “You’ll be a waiter, of course,” she assured. “Eh? Waiter?" his cute little expression warped very fast. "No, I don’t want it.” “You won't be a regular waiter but the head waiter!” “Still, no,” he shook his little head a little too quickly. “Why don’t you be the head waitress, and I’ll be the innkeeper!” “Huh? Then what’s the point of me dreaming of becoming an innkeeper, you idiot!” she caught his ear for a good bit of twisting. "Ow, ow, ow!"

Oliver Hunt lost everything—his memories, identity, and dignity. He became the Henverton family’s punching bag, enduring their scorn as the worthless son-in-law. But when a mysterious woman approached him, everything changed. “You’re our leader, Commander. It’s time to reclaim your throne.” Oliver discovers he's Zero, the God of Mercenary. A legend feared by all, known for completing impossible missions without fail. Unleashing his power, Oliver is out for revenge. Those who crossed him will pay. The world will bow before him... or burn.

City. An oasis in the middle of a vast wasteland. Luxury, intelligence and high technology. Blood, poverty and vice. Can you be yourself, detective? Especially if you, detective, start digging through the dunghill and pulling out foul-smelling cases one by one. Especially - if your candidacy will be considered by those whom you do not want to notice with all your desire. Those who stand outside the vertical of power and violence.

After being massacred vigorously in his past life, now floating into nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance? --- "What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." Ken smiled. 'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought.

James Donovan, a retired "God of War," his life changed upside down when his wife was almost raped and his daughter got kidnaped, just because his daughter heart was matched to the rich family, they didn't stopped there, they thought poor people lives have no value infront of them. James embarks on a dangerous mission, knowing that in this fight, there are no rules. His enemies may have money and power, but James has something far more valuable: the unyielding love of a father determined to bring justice to the innocent and ensure the rich are held accountable for their crimes. “You tried to play God with my daughter’s life. But let me tell you something, Zhao—no man is not God. And you’ll pay for every single life you’ve destroyed. Justice isn’t just for the rich. It’s for everyone. And today, you’ll feel it.” James is not just fighting for his family—he’s fighting for every life the rich have trampled on, and he won’t stop until justice is served.