Warrior

Chang San was just an ordinary young man in his Clan. But a big tragedy happened in his life. The death of his parents became a turning point in his life... "I will repay you all" Can he? LIKES, CRITICISM AND SUGGESTIONS ARE PLEASED, GOOD BLESSINGS

Constantine was once the God of Mercenary, feared and revered by all who knew him, but an accident on the battlefield cost him his reputation and stripped him of his title. Now he is simply Constantine Easton, a low rank security guard and the estranged son of a billionaire father that didn't want him. He is a man who likes staying at the bottom and living his life without the struggles of being at the top, but what happens when the only way to protect all the beauties around him is climbing to the top? "You think you can take what is mine because you're stronger than me? You don't know who you're dealing with." If life throws a bullet his way, he'll pick it up and shoot the hell out of whoever dares get on his nerves. If he had touched the sky before, then he'll go past the stars now. "Only I will be king."

"I hate Hunters!" Dinan hates Hunters, they arrived late when their parents died and were killed by monsters that came out of the dimensional portal. Dinan lives in poverty with his brother, Dion. He has to take care of Dion and support his life. Dinan is always assisted by Agra's uncle who gives him a job and always helps him. After Uncle Agra died to protect Dinan from monsters. Dinan performed Hunter's power and took the test in the tower. Reaching the highest test floor, he met the Guardians of the Earth who made him the successor. Dinan was belittled by the Hunters, even by the National Hunters. However, Dinan kept his strength hidden. He was trusted by Aline to become part of the Hunter Association and save the world. The powerful Dinan must stop the monsters from the dimensional portal as well as from the invasion of Giganos and his army from the planet Cyprus.

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.

“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.

Falling victim to an ingenious scheme, the entire Caden family was burned alive. Risking her own life, Thea Callahan pulled James Caden out of the inferno.Ten years later, James made a triumphant return with two purposes in mind. One was to repay Thea for saving his life, and the other purpose was to take revenge on those who killed his family.Upon meeting Thea once again, he made her a single promise: as long as she was with him, she would have the entire world in the palm of her hands.

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.)

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

"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.