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Noah Kane has spent his entire life being told he's worthless. An orphan with no family, no wolf, and no future, he's ridiculed at Blackwood Academy, where the strength of your bloodline determines your worth. Betrayed by the girl he loved and humiliated before the entire school, Noah believes fate has already abandoned him. Then he dies. As his blood soaks an ancient pendant left by his unknown parents, a voice echoes through the darkness. [Compatible Host Confirmed.] [The Last Lycan System Activated.] In an instant, Noah awakens the legendary bloodline believed to have vanished centuries ago—the blood of the Last Lycan King. Now every Alpha Lord, vampire house, hunter guild, and hidden faction wants him dead before he claims the throne that could unite—or destroy—the supernatural world. With every mission completed, the System unlocks new powers, forgotten memories, and terrifying truths about the massacre that wiped out his family. But strength comes with a price, and every evolution pulls him closer to the ruthless monster the world fears he will become. Standing in his way is Lyra Ashbourne, the proud daughter of one of the Twelve Alpha Lords. Raised to believe the Last Lycan is humanity's greatest threat, she's sworn to hunt him down. Yet every encounter shatters what she's been taught, forcing her to question her family, her loyalty, and even her own heart. As enemies become allies, secrets become weapons, and love blossoms in the middle of a war neither of them chose, Noah must decide whether to become the king history demands... or the man Lyra believes still exists beneath the beast. Because the greatest enemy isn't the hunters chasing him. It's the darkness awakening inside him. When the last Lycan rises, the world will either kneel... or burn.

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."

Nigel, a poor 21-year-old boy, has a streak of bad luck in one day. After being fired from his job as a food delivery courier, his lover abandoned him for the sake of a wealthy young man, and now he has to deal with a debt collector he doesn't know about. "Hurry, pay your debts, or you will die!" threatened one of the burly men who intercepted him. "Hu...debt? As far as I remember, I never owed anyone?" he asked. When Nigel was squeezed and almost abused, a well-dressed man came up to him. The presence of this man changes everything about Nigel, from a nobody to a ruler, and will avenge all the insults he has received. Note : Cover is taken from Lexica art and no copyright. Edited by canva

“How dare you, a pauper, mock us?” Ava asked, her tone condescending. Damian raised a brow and looked Ava in the eye. “No, Ava. How dare you mock me?” *** After a humiliating rejection and a divorce agreement from his wife, Ava, Damian Giovanni Smith was tossed out in the streets, and mocked by everyone around him, leaving him with nothing. And Ava? She was engaged to the rumored heir of the highest-ranking family in the country, Carson Ferremento. As Damian thought that his life had already ended, suddenly, a man in a suit approached him. “You're the real heir of the Ferremento family, and I will help you reclaim your power, young master.” With the sudden wealth and power at his fingertips, how would a fallen son-in-law like him retaliate?

Tony Cross, a broken ex-soldier, wakes up to a system interface flashing before his eyes: [ System Activated ] [ Reality is now under your control. ] What starts as a gift quickly turns into a curse. Every use of the system rewrites his past, altering memories and erasing parts of his existence. Hunted by black ops forces and a shadowy organization known as The Overseers, Tony discovers the system was never meant to empower—only to control. To survive, he must outmaneuver Zero, a ruthless assassin who has mastered the system, and find Dr. Valeria Kane, the rogue scientist who knows its secrets. But as reality fractures around him, Tony faces an impossible truth: He is no longer just a man. He is becoming something else.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.

“They should cut your hands off before the next ceremony. Why let trash touch the Awakening Stone?” Dante Moretti is the disgrace of Saint Lucian Academy. In a world where power decides status, wealth, and survival, Dante is worse than weak—he is nothing. The Awakening Stone doesn’t glow for him. The examiners laugh behind his back. Students spit insults every time he walks through the halls. “Even stray dogs have instincts,” Renzo Cavalli sneers. “But you? You were born useless.” Every day, Dante endures the humiliation in silence. Being shoved into lockers. Having food dumped over his head. Listening as students compare him to worms beneath their shoes. Because if he quits the academy, his little sister Lucia loses her chance at a future. Then the sky splits open. Monsters descend upon the city, slaughtering everything in sight. Lucia fights to protect innocent people, but a D-rank Blightbearer tears through her defenses and lunges for her heart. Without thinking, Dante steps in front of her. The claw punches through his chest. Blood spills across the road. And the world changes. His blood rises into the air. A forbidden voice echoes inside his skull— [Mother System activated.] When Dante opens his eyes again, they burn gold. The monsters freeze. The air trembles. And the boy everyone called worthless smiles for the first time in years. “You spent your whole lives looking down on me,” he whispers. “Now learn what it feels like to kneel.” Three D-rank monsters disappear from existence in a storm of crimson light. Now the same academy that mocked him fears him. The same elites who treated him like dirt suddenly want his loyalty. But Dante hasn’t forgotten the laughter. And this time… the weakest boy in the world is no longer asking for acceptance.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- THE PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON

What would be the next thing to do when the person you cared so much for leave you at the point of your need?. Moore is a poor but hardworking guy, he worked round the clock just to satisfy his wife but suddenly, Fiona his wife brought in another man and mocked him, calling him useless, in front of her lover and also make him a subject of mockery. He was shattered and pained. However, he was still in a delusion when an old man walked in with his bodyguards. He claimed to that his young master is Moore who was wealthy. Everybody was shocked including Moore as he has never being rich before. What makes Moore the young master? How did he become the young master? Will Fiona go back to him if she finds out about the young master?.

Being given a choice, “Divorce Avery and we will save your daughter, Mia, refused she will die in the hospital” Jeremy wasn't having any other choice than to break the promise he made to his mother. “I finally know the truth, they are all doomed!” Jeremy had always been content with his modest lifestyle, living paycheck to paycheck and doing what he could to provide for his wife and daughter. But everything changed when Mia fell ill, and the mounting medical bills soon drained his savings. As if things couldn't get any worse, Avery's family seized the opportunity to demand a divorce, claiming that Jeremy was not worthy of their daughter and had only been a burden on the family. But little did they know, Jeremy was hiding a secret. A secret that could change everything including their lives and destinies.