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The novel opens with Elara Vane, known only by her cold precision and her devastating vow to silence the House of Kaelen - the powerful, corrupt dynasty responsible for the execution of her father, Arthur Vane. Her father, an honest city architect, was murdered after exposing Kaelen's financial crimes, his memory silenced by the state. Elara’s quest is driven by the dark irony of the novel’s title, Epiglottis - the biological flap that prevents choking. She aims to ensure the Kaelen name, its legacy, and it's very breath, can never pass into the future. Elara’s methods are not those of a killer, but an architect of ruin. Her strikes are psychological and systemic, designed to preserve the Kaelen shell while poisoning its core. She begins by orchestrating the financial and social collapse of the eldest heir, Cassian, banishing him to ignominy. The second blow is even more tragic: deploying the Aesthetic Despondency Oil (ADO), a neuro-chemical weapon designed by her compromised mentor, Professor Thorne, to turn artistic creation into profound psychological pain for the daughter, Seraphina. Seraphina's resulting public breakdown ensures the loss of a crucial political marriage. As the dynasty begins to crumble, Elara encounters her greatest obstacle and most tragic complication: Commander Joric Tahl, the Head of Kaelen Security. Joric is a man of duty, a 'Shield' forced to serve a corrupt house to maintain life support for his critically ill sister, Elena. In their professional meetings - where Elara wears the mask of "Archivist Veridia" - a profound intellectual and moral connection forms. Joric is hunting a ghost; Elara is the ghost, and their shared despair over the city's corruption binds them in a devastating, impossible attraction. The tragic climax begins when Elara attempts the final, financial strike against Valen Kaelen, only to be blocked by the A-V-LOCK, the impenetrable firewall designed by her own murdered father. This failure forces Elara to abandon her moral code and plan a final, biological attack - the Mnemotic Lapse agent - targeting the youngest, most innocent Kaelen son, Elias, through the city's nutrient supply chain (The Citadel Gardens). The confrontation at the Citadel is the devastating turning point. Joric, having traced the biological threat and realized Elara's identity, arrives with the antidote. He confronts her, not with a weapon, but with a challenge: whether her father's "silent justice" truly extends to the erasure of a child's mind. Elara's resolve breaks, but the compound is accidentally released, contaminating the entire Kaelen food source. In the aftermath, Joric makes his agonizing choice: he cannot save the Kaelen name, but he must save Elena. He spares Elara, extracting a final pact - she must deliver the evidence of Valen Kaelen’s crimes, including the A-V-LOCK key, to ensure the dynasty’s public, total exposure, which would secure a new, honest government that would protect Elena. Elara complies, trading her freedom for the truth. In the epilogue, the Kaelen dynasty is utterly erased. Joric becomes a respected advisor in the new government, ensuring Elena's safety. Elara Vane, the architect of ruin, chooses the required silence, living as a quiet librarian in a distant coastal town. Her vengeance is complete, having restored her father's truth. Her final piece of closure is a new copy of her father’s book, delivered by Joric, bearing the inscription: The Epiglottis protects the breath. The truth sets it free. The silent vengeance leads not to further death, but to a collective breath of freedom for the city.

ON HIATUS In a dying world, therein lies a myth: when you reach the depths of hell, Nirvana will be there. This dream world is the sole salvation for the remnants of life in this barren land, but the myth also dictates that only owls can find their way to this mythical realm. Though long thought to be extinct, owls still exist and live amongst humans, disguising themselves through elaborate illusions. After being reincarnated into an owl in the not so distant future, Wiyot finds himself having no clue as to what is going on. After he hears a voice he finds himself drawn by an intoxicating vibration. Here, Wiyot discovers that owls Calian, Halian, and Takoda have been drawn in by the same vibration. By following the vibration said to be the key to opening the door to their ideal world, the owls set off on a journey across landscapes and crumbling cities to find their legendary promised land. Chapters Released every Sunday and Thursday. This Webnovel is supported by our proud Patrons on Patreon. Look up Night Eagle on Patreon to join us. Join us at the underground literary club for more stories and updates: This web novel was also brought to you by Albris books’ light novel section:

He gave her a gallery, a future, a name — and when she betrayed him, he took it all back without a single word. Glass Reign follows Malik Graves, a brilliant architect whose meticulously designed life collapses after discovering his wife's betrayal — not whispered in back rooms, but flaunted in the gallery he helped her build. Rather than rage, Malik chooses precision. He dismantles their shared empire in silence, one contract at a time, until Serena finds herself locked out of the very world she once ruled. In a world where reputation is currency and power shifts with a whisper, Malik learns that true revenge isn’t loud. It’s cold. And it's permanent. Glass Reign is a story of betrayal, resilience, and the quiet rebuilding of a man who refuses to be shattered.

Eagles high. Go Eagles! It is a pleasure to be granted the singular honor of introducing you all to the protagonists, stars, and top students of this prestigious Academy. Amelia who forever stand as the most beautiful, kind-hearted, and popular eagle in the Academy. Rowan with his violent temper struggles to withhold his place in the Academy while he battles with internal demons. Clarissa has always been there for Amelia. Their journey began as toddlers and she believed it would end with wrinkled skin and a well-spent life until unacceptable feelings began to arise and she found herself desiring her best friend. Craving would be a better word to describe it, and Clair begins to edge closer and closer into desperation, as obsession consumes her whole. Max who has never had a place among the CCP's struggles as the best friend of the most popular one. He has spent his awkward junior year, loving and desiring her in the shadows but senior year comes and he's ready for more, becoming the most sought-after guy in the Academy unfazed him, he only wants her and by God, he would make her want him too. Cleo has never been the lead. Always, she stands behind or she gets shoved away. Bot no more! She is here and she is here to stay. As she navigates her way through the lies, plots, and schemes that make up high school, she uncovers her inner self and begins to find happiness. As you indulge yourself in this thrilling and intriguing tale, I ask of but one request, your support is needed. With it, I can continue to dream and pray that I can truly be a writer. I may not always be on time but I will always deliver. I wish to not keep you long, so without further ado, enjoy the pages read and enjoy it well. With all my love, Rose.

It’s a new Dark Age for the dead. When the Second Inquisition's vampire hunters hacked phone lines and computer networks to expose and destroy vampires all over the world, the elders turned to undead couriers like you. For ten years, you’ve raced across the desert between cities, delivering vital information and supplies. But when an old friend reappears with a plan to disrupt the blood trade across the American Southwest, everything you’ve built starts crashing down. Outrun the Competition. Drive, hide, or fight back! Unleash the powers of your blood in ancient Disciplines to change form, vanish from sight, or dominate the minds of your enemies. Employ blood magic, inhuman strength, and the creatures of the night to escape destruction—or just run your enemies off the road and keep driving.

As I lie in my deathbed, my body wracked with pain, I wondered just what it was that would await me on the other side. A peaceful rest... or something entirely unexpected? Before I knew it, I found myself reincarnated in a world completely foreign to me. In this strange new realm, everything was different - the rules, the societies, the magics - but my shock quickly gave way to wonder at the possibilities this second chance offered me."

Lynn is a kraken shifter in every way: detailed, tenacious, resilient, and hard-working. Also possessive, vain, arrogant, and demanding. It makes him an excellent agent for the Federal Bureau of Paranormal Security and Investigation—and impossible to work with, as the long list of partners who have transferred away from him will attest. His newest partner is a unicorn, possibly the worst type of paranormal for work that often turns ugly and violent. Everyone knows unicorns are too delicate for such things. Then Anderson proves to be a unicorn like no other, the kind of partner Lynn has always wanted—the kind of partner he wishes was more. But if there's one thing he's learned, it's that the only thing harder to keep than a partner is a lover. Sex scenes/explicit content, 18+ Bisexual, transgender, FBI, Possessive, Shifter, Lighthearted, supernatural earth, colleagues to lovers, tentacles Wriggle & Sparkle is created by Megan Derr, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"

Modern forensic doctor Xu Jing transmigrates into an arrogant, reckless woman who just got divorced by her husband. Facing such a pitiful start, Xu Jing remains calm, understanding that life must go on. One day, The Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Xiao Yi, comes to Anping County for official business. A Government Official brings a woman in, but she remains unflustered, looking up calmly to say: "This common woman requests to prove her innocence." Xiao Yi is shocked to find that his ex-wife not only has a changed personality but also can perform autopsies and solve cases. Her medical skills are extraordinarily impressive. Xiao Yi can't stay calm and personally visits Xu Jing to request an autopsy. Xu Jing: "Sure, an autopsy costs one silver." Xiao Yi: "..."