Witcher Elder Blood

Ten years ago, 17-year-old Jason Holt found his parents brutally murdered in their home. Etched in blood beside the bodies was a strange handprint symbol—a twisted signature. But Jason's mind fractured that night. Plagued by blackouts and memory gaps, he began to fear the unthinkable: What if he was the killer? After years in therapy and relentless study of human behavior, Jason reinvents himself as one of the FBI's most intuitive profilers, determined to uncover the truth. But just as he starts to forget the past, it returns. Another murder. Another symbol. The same handprint. And this time, the killer is playing a game—with Jason as the final pawn.

Arrows surrounded the entire palace of the Kingdom of Bahda, fire burning in several places, thousands of bodies lying covered in blood, heads that were separated from the countless body. The Kingdom of Bahda led by King Zakra was successfully controlled by the kingdom of Namla, the head of King Zakra and his family was hung on the walls of the gate was shown to the people who were still alive when they had lost the leader. Screaming the people of the people were welcomed by the laughter of the Royal Namla family, after all the efforts they finally got what they wanted. Bug bug bug. The sound of a kick sounded very loud, a 17 -year -old young man who just opened his eyes pulled the legs of someone who kicked him and made one of the kicking him fall. "How dare you kick the king," Akra said, stood up, his eyes looked at some of the people who were still surrounding him. "See he goes crazy because we kick him," said another teenager. "Ha ha ha." The sound of laughter filled the surrounding Akra.

“Hector! Hector!” Christen screamed. “Hector! Please help me! They have our daughter!” His wife's scream was the last thing Hector expected to hear on his return home after years in the military. The house was in shambles, blood everywhere and his family was no where to be found. Little did Hector know that one phone call was going to change his life for the utmost worst and destroy everything he had built for almost a decade. With nothing left to his name, Hector is at the brink of despair, betrayed by the country he had served with his life until he is approached by a strange man. A dead man for that matter who offers Hector not just a chance for revenge against his enemies, but an opportunity to have everything he's ever wanted. In this twisting tale of revenge, death and bloodthirst, Hector finds himself entangled in a dangerous quest. This is slightly altered when he struggles as he finds love yet again with a mysterious journalist. Will this new face in the picture cool Hector's burning, vengeful heart? Or will the Chance to Play God consume him completely?

Saving the world... by mistake. Theo Crumble just wanted to renew his ID and maybe grab a taco. Instead, he accidentally signs a government form that registers him as an Emergency-Class Hero—which wouldn’t be a big deal, except now he’s legally responsible for stopping apocalypses, hunting magical fugitives, and filling out form B-34 every time he punches a monster in the face. Welcome to the Department of Unintentional Heroics: a barely-functioning government agency held together by duct tape, magical bureaucracy, and pure denial. Alongside his “team”—a vampire afraid of blood, a goblin intern with an Excel addiction, and a talking briefcase with attitude—Theo must navigate magical crises, absurd paperwork, and coffee-fueled chaos, all while trying not to die (or get audited). Heroism was never part of the plan. Unfortunately, the universe didn’t get the memo.

In a world forged by blood and betrayal, legends whisper of the Silver Fang Sutra—a forbidden doctrine that fuses the art of healing with the craft of killing. Once a renowned healer, Azael the War Doctor vowed to save lives, but when medicine failed and empires turned to ash, he took up the blade. Now, he walks the battlefield as both savior and executioner, wielding a power feared by kings and coveted by traitors. But the price of such power is steep. Betrayed by his own, hunted by a ruthless council, and haunted by the ghosts of those he could not save, Azael must carve a path through endless war. Every swing of his sword is precise as a surgeon’s scalpel, every battle a test of his vow: to save the living, he must master the art of death. From burning kingdoms to shadowed conspiracies, from brotherhoods of assassins to empires on the brink, this is the saga of a man who became more than a warrior, more than a healer—he became a legend. “Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War” is a brutal, emotional, and unrelenting epic of loyalty, revenge, and the thin line between a doctor and a destroyer

For four years, Pervis Howard was the perfect victim. A human blood bank for his wife's "best friend's brother." A walking ATM for Anna's designer lifestyle. A doormat who apologized for breathing too loudly. When Anna needed Noah's monthly transfusion, Pervis rolled up his sleeve. When Noah needed a place to "recover," Pervis gave up his bed. When Anna wanted to humiliate him in public, Pervis smiled and took it. But every dog has its day. After catching his wife in bed with her precious Noah, after being locked in a basement like an animal, after watching his dying grandmother thrown into the street—Pervis Howard died. In his place rose something far more dangerous: the lost heir to the Coleman octomillionaire empire. Three adopted sisters spent fifteen years searching for him. Three brilliant women raised with one mission: find the Coleman family's missing son. When Aria finally tracked down the broken man in that hospital bed, she didn't just save his life—she awakened a sleeping giant. Now the blood bank has become a war chest worth $800 million. Now the doormat commands armies of lawyers, doctors, and enforcers. Now the pathetic husband owns the very hospital where his wife plays Florence Nightingale. Now three lethal sisters stand ready to help him burn down everyone who ever wronged him. Anna wanted a divorce? She'll get papers served by federal agents. Noah needed medical care? He'll get it—on the battlefield as a combat medic. They wanted Pervis gone? They should have killed him when they had the chance. Because when an Zillionaire heir and God of War decides to collect his debts—with three vengeful sisters at his side—bankruptcy is just the beginning.

Connor Waratah, once heir to the powerful Waratah empire, lives a humble life in Melbourne after being cast out by his family, falsely branded a thief, and abandoned when he needed them most. When the family’s loyal retainer, Jimmy Coolabah, arrives to bring him back, Connor rejects the offer, unwilling to forgive their betrayal. Later, at his wife Kirra’s wealthy Kuranda family gathering, Connor makes a desperate public plea for a loan to save the struggling Billabong Elder Care and Children’s Home—the orphanage where he was raised. His appeal is met with ridicule, insults, and humiliation, leading to his ejection from the event. Kirra, furious over the embarrassment, demands that if Connor wants to redeem himself, he must secure a lucrative property deal her family has long been denied. But when Connor returns to the care home to confess his failure, he discovers a mysterious $2 million donation, medical supplies, and toys for the children—courtesy of Jimmy Coolabah. Jimmy also presents him with two staggering gifts: a rare black card with unlimited funds and full ownership of Jarrah Properties, the very company controlling the building Kirra needs. Though Connor refuses the wealth outright, he realizes he now has the power to help both the care home and his wife. Keeping his fortune and new position a secret, Connor visits Jarrah Properties, enduring cruel treatment from an old enemy before revealing to the company president that he is the new owner. Connor orders that Kirra’s family be given fair access to properties without ever knowing his involvement. Determined to restore the orphanage, protect his wife’s pride, and quietly outmaneuver those who wronged him, Connor begins using his hidden influence to change their lives—on his own terms.

Jaxon Creed was born into power, raised by the code of the streets and the shadow of a kingpin father. But when betrayal shattered his family and a corrupt empire rose from the ashes, Jaxon disappeared into exile—only to return with vengeance burning in his veins. Now, Cape Heights is on the brink of war. With allies forged in blood—Vera, the strategist; Lyra, the blade; and Miko, the hacker—Jaxon wages a brutal campaign to dismantle the criminal dynasty that stole everything from him. But every step forward uncovers deeper layers of deception, and every victory comes at a devastating cost. When an enemy emerges from within his own ranks, Jaxon must confront the harshest truth of all: the greatest threat isn’t just power or corruption—it’s loyalty twisted by ambition. In a city ruled by fear, he’ll become more than just a leader. He’ll become a legend. King of the Underground is a gritty, male-led urban thriller packed with action, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of justice from the shadows.

Nolan Orchestra is a dangerous militia whose situation gets him bethrothed into the Harrisons family where the Heiress rejects and spits over his poor background, before kicking off a secret marriage with a billionaire but he discovers a dark secret; that his wife was not the heiress, his father and sister gets murdered too and his blood awakens while he finds out about his Inheritance, revenge is all he wants and he must asert His dominance!

Kael was born without aura. In a world where power defines destiny, he was branded trash, mocked by peers, and abandoned by those who should have protected him. For fifteen years, he endured humiliation. Until the day death came for him—only to awaken something the world had forgotten. Not flame. Not lightning. Not sword. Dominating Aura. The moment it surged, mountains shook, the proud bent their knees, and the strong trembled. The boy they once spat on had become the storm no one could resist. But power draws enemies. Nobles fear him, elders seek to control him, and ancient beings whisper his name once more. Betrayal, blood, and destiny await as Kael rises from nothing to challenge the heavens themselves. For he was never meant to kneel. He was born to dominate.