Warrior

One day, a young magician received an inheritance and learned a secret about himself. He could have given up both, but he didn't. Few people will be able to give up what inspires, no matter what difficulties they get in addition to these wings.

Due to his crippled magicule vein, the defected body of Allastor Frauzz needed to consume more magicules compared to the normal rankers. Because of this disability, he also performs almost three times the usual training of a typical ranker. Having said that, despite his fatigue from the intense training, he didn't expect that his progress to level up would remain slow. He had already made up his mind that night. He would just accept that he wasn't meant to be one of those rankers sitting on top of the food chain. he was not hoping to travel all the continents in Illunor anymore. However, on the same night when he wasn't home, an unknown notorious criminal murders his family. His dream to become strong has been crushed because of his defected body, and now, his family has been taken away from him. On how many tiers can his bad luck reach? His heart has been shattered and turned into ice-cold that night. Finally snapping from the nightmare, he is now walking for merciless revenge. ---- Black Sword and Fragments[Vol. 1: Unforeseen Conspiracy] Book cover--Illustrated by: MarxMade

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.)

"Your existence is a plague, Jin’er. But your marrow... that is a treasure." ​For eighteen years, Lin Jin was locked away, labeled a "Living Coffin." His body naturally emitted a corrosive poison that rotted everything he touched. He lived in agony, believing his family was searching for a cure. ​He was wrong. On the day he thought he would be saved, his father drove a hollow spike into his spine. The truth? He was never a son. He was livestock. A vessel raised solely to harvest his rare "Corrosion Marrow" to fuel his genius brother’s cultivation. ​Drained, betrayed, and left to die in a collapsing dungeon, Lin Jin heard a voice echo from the empty hollow of his bones. An ancient, forbidden entity that had been sleeping within him all along. ​[They stole your blood? Then take their lives. They broke your bones? Then crush their heavens.] ​The chains shattered. The poison didn't disappear—it evolved. Lin Jin rose from the ashes. He no longer cultivated Spirit Qi. He cultivated Ruin. ​Everyone thought he was trash. Until he turned their legendary swords into rust and their bodies into dust. ​When power corrodes the soul, survival becomes a choice.

"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.

Blurb Caelan returns from a mission to find his kingdom reduced to ashes. He then discovers that the attack was orchestrated by his own mentor. With only a young enemy deserter as his unlikely guide and a mysterious survivor as their ally, Caelan must journey through deadly wilderness to reach his betrayer before he becomes untouchable. But the path to vengeance will cost more than blood. It will force Caelan to choose between the killer he was trained to be and the man he might become. In a world where kingdoms fall and trust is fatal, three broken men will forge an unbreakable bond or die trying

-What if heaven is not what is generally believed as?- . 21 Ascenders were chosen. Each with the utmost goal of attaining perfection.With the mindset of becoming the perfectionHe planned for.A young boy from Earth finds himself in another realm, strange voice in his head and so his adventure begins.———I didn’t choose this life. No, I’m supposed to be dead. Somehow, under bizarre circumstances, I find myself in Heaven.No, not the Christian biblical heaven or the Islam Paradise.No, I find myself in Orun,(Yoruba word for heaven) and it’s 7 worlds.In this place, the weak is chaff before the strong. And true strength can only be attained through pushing ones limit.In this 7 heavens, Nothing is impossible. Dragons, Masquerades, Vampires, Drakons and yes, Irunmoles exist.What I find about myself is that I am a sort of contingency plan, to carry out the legacy of The Mad Prime.He who was once an Angel but died an Arch Demon. The Fallen Legacy Of a Genius Being and by the Gods, his Legacy shall by me, Fall or Rise.I am Bayo, I am the Number One, FirstBorn Of my siblings and we have one mandate...ASCEND Through the 7 heavens and establish a new order, for our Patron, Trixius The Great!——————————-Cover image is Google sourced.Please RATE, COMMENT, VOTE. Inspires me much.Update schedule is 1 Chapters Daily.—————————

“What good years, wasted on trash like you.” With these words, Orion cast off his old shell. His old personality. His old kindness. That betrayal was the last straw that broke apart the last vestiges of softness and kindness within his body. Such feelings weren't welcomed during an apocalypse anyways. If he could, he would thank them. Then kill them again. A lycan left no enemies alive after all. * Regressing to the beginning of the apocalypse with profound knowledge of the future and the betrayal of his closest friends in his heart, Orion sought only one thing. He would utilize everything that he could to become the strongest, even if it meant throwing his humanity away. That was the start of his reign. It was the slow Advent of the Void Lycan.

He fell from power. He died in disgrace. But from the stars, he rose again. After five centuries of cultivation in a distant realm, Vaelin returns to Earth—stripped of his strength, but burning with purpose. Betrayed once in his past life and hunted in this one, he hides behind an ordinary job while secretly rebuilding his power. But Earth is not what it seems. Ancient forces stir. Hidden cultivators walk in silence. And revenge waits in the shadows. He may be mortal again—but the God of War never truly dies.