ender lilies

Ever since she was a child, Ye Jiao was treated as trash in Chen Kingdom. Suffering from countless beatings and endless humiliation, Ye Jiao endured the harsh life without being able to do anything. Only a rare few cared for her and showed her warmth in this cruel world. But the Heavens didn’t give her the chance to live peacefully. It took the little things she had and pushed her over the edge into the bottomless abyss. Filled with despair and sadness, she had to hide and bide her time as a lot of people wished for her death. “I have lost everything; you can’t take anything else from me. But I will gain much from this in my path as Eon Energy Master---I’ll not give up and someday, I’ll reach the peak.” Her small hand plucked the stem of the white lily flower and gripped it tight, with determination flashing across her eyes. Trash? Her small lips curved up, tinged in mockery. Even if everyone around her wished to kill her, she would never give up. She will show them who the real trash was and become the greatest genius in the world! Even if the entire world was against her, she would not cower. She will reach the peak. ---- Story set in fictional world with different cultivation method Word count: 900-1500 words/chapter Special thanks for webnovel reader Cookiejiyen who had created the beautiful cover *sending hearts* Note: no reverse harem Link to Discord: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB ... Other novels: -Flowers Bloom from Battlefield [complete] - Under the Veil of Night [complete] - 1 Year of Beginning [complete] - Villain Lady [complete] - Science and Fantasy [complete] - 2 Years of Restarting [complete] - Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower [on going] - The Quiet Empress [on going] ... Follow me on IG: @sora100518

El juego de Ender (título original Ender's Game, 1985) es la novela más conocida de Orson Scott Card. Obtuvo los dos premios más prestigiosos de la ciencia ficción: el premio Nébula a la mejor novela en 1985 y el premio Hugo a la mejor novela en 1986. La novela se originó como un cuento de ciencia ficción en la revista Analog (1977), cuento que recibió el premio Ignotus de 1994, así como sendas nominaciones al Hugo y Locus de 1978. Está ambientada en un futuro donde la humanidad se enfrenta al exterminio a manos de una agresiva sociedad extraterrestre conocida como los "insectores" (buggers en el original). Andrew 'Ender' Wiggin es reclutado a la edad de seis años para ser adiestrado en la Escuela de Batalla, una estación espacial donde niños superdotados son preparados desde su infancia para dirigir la próxima guerra. El juego de Ender es el primero de un grupo de cinco libros conocidos como la Saga de Ender. En 1999 Card comenzó una serie de novelas paralela a la acción descrita en la Saga de Ender, la Saga de las Sombras, que se compone de otros cinco libros.

Aaron Hayes, an Italian scientist, discovers that Earth is bound to ruin… the planet reached the limit it could take, considering what humans did to it. He predicted that the planet has less than fifty years left before a great cataclysm occurs that will wipe out all the life on the planet. At the same time, he is chosen by the aspects of the universe to buy time for Earth in exchange for his services. Aaron has a trait that makes him learn and absorb things faster than anyone else, and that was the trait that made the aspects choose him. In the end, to buy time for Earth, Aaron is entrusted with the immense responsibility of determining the fate of civilizations on the brink of annihilation. Thanks to his trait, Aaron has unparalleled potential in combat. In just a few fights, his body adapts, making him stronger and smarter, and that is what the Judger of worlds, The World Ender, needs to have… the power to stop everyone by himself and land his judgment if he has to. Soon, Aaron will become an existence feared by all the living beings in the cosmos… landing in worlds and eventually wiping their inhabitants out of existence to protect the planets themselves… soon, his legend will start… the legend of The World Ender.

“If the world wants me gone, then it’s only fair that I destroy it in return, right?” ————— Ever since I can remember, the world has been trying to kill me off by sending various accidents my way. Cars, trucks, buildings falling apart, gas explosions, earthquakes, floods… Even such ridiculous things as falling pianos. I had innumerable near-death experiences. All because I don’t belong. But I guess it’s a small price to pay, cause in return, I am not bound by any laws governing the reality. I can do whatever I want. Once things start getting out of control, I can just destroy the world and move on to a new one. I could just live an easy and carefree dream life, with no effort or consequences. Or so I thought… ----NOTICE---- Although MC may flirt with different girls over the course of the story, this is NOT a harem. No collecting girlfriends or wives. The romance part will start a bit later, and there will be only one female lead. Also, no NTR.

The Valehart estate was a garden of silver lilies. Every petal gleamed like moonlight on steel, every step echoed grace and silence — exactly as the house demanded. For centuries, House Valehart had been the Empire’s diplomats, the voice that soothed where others shouted. They were the noble house of peace and polish — the masters of negotiation, the Empire’s silver tongue. But Serene Valehart had always felt wrong in her own home. When her cousins practiced curtsies, she watched the guards spar in the courtyard, her eyes tracing every swing of the blade. When her tutors recited the laws of diplomacy, she memorized them — then imagined how to parry each argument as if it were an attack. She excelled in every lesson. Her words were soft, her steps measured, her smile flawless. She was the perfect daughter of a perfect house. But that wasn’t the only her. --- When the manor slept, Serene crept into the old forge behind the eastern gardens — a place half-swallowed by ivy and shadow. Once, it had been used to craft ornamental blades for noble ceremonies. Now, it was forgotten — quiet, cold, alive only with the scent of soot and iron. Old Joren, the blacksmith, never told on her. He simply watched as she stood beside him, eyes bright with something fierce and unspoken. “Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked once, when a spark leapt and burned his arm. “Every strike leaves a mark,” he said with a faint smile. “That’s how you know it’s becoming something.” Serene touched the glowing metal, feeling its warmth pulse through her skin. > “Then I’ll learn to take the marks,” she whispered. --- Years passed. The silver lilies bloomed each spring, and the Valehart daughter grew into the image her family had crafted — calm, articulate, unblemished. She spoke with grace that silenced rooms, smiled in ways that ended arguments, and bowed with elegance that won peace. Yet beneath her silk gloves were faint scars — pale lines across her palms, hidden proof of who she truly was. So when the Royal Knight Academy sent its call for new initiates, when noble daughters dreamt of betrothals and noble sons of command — Serene Valehart packed her sword instead. Her father called it folly. Her mother said nothing — only tied her daughter’s braid with a silver ribbon and whispered, “Keep your balance, my dear.” The morning she left, the manor was silent. The lilies swayed in the wind as if bowing farewell. At the gate, Serene looked back once. The marble walls glimmered under sunlight, perfect and distant — the prison she’d once called home. She stepped into the carriage, her blade resting across her knees. > Grace is might unseen. That was the Valehart creed. She had lived by it all her life. Now, she would show them what it truly meant. The carriage wheels turned. The estate faded into the morning haze. And softly, as the road stretched before her, Serene whispered — > “Even lilies bleed.” Patron: https://www.patreon.com/JayKJ?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

The world ended the day a dragon roared. Johnny survived. Not by luck—but by finding something that should never exist. A dragon. Not a creature of myth, but a weapon. Armed with a machine that can erase cities, Johnny sets out into a broken world— to uncover the truth behind the destruction… and to hunt the one who caused it. But the deeper he goes, the more he realizes: the enemy may not be the monster everyone fears.

Setelah menyelesaikan 1.000.000 stage didalam game yang disebut "Dungeon Maker" seorang laki-laki mendapati dirinya dipindahkan kedunia lain untuk mengakhiri umur dunia itu dengan semua pengetahuan yang dia miliki dari game yang dulu pernah dia mainkan sebagai seorang wanita setengah iblis dan malaikat.

This is a collection of love stories between women, hidden away in the depths of my PC files and rediscovered. Each story explores a unique perspective on love, offering a variety of experiences. Some are long, others short—some filled with tender, heartwarming moments, while others delve into painful realities that might make you question the very nature of love itself. I’ll be translating and posting these stories gradually. I hope you’ll give them a chance and enjoy discovering the diverse ways these characters experience and express love. Because, in the end, love is an art.

Fifty years ago, the world was thrown into chaos when space rifts appeared, unleashing cosmic energy and monstrous beasts that evolved at an alarming rate. Humanity was pushed to the brink of extinction, forcing the survivors to establish fortified base cities. In their struggle, they discovered ancient alien ruins, unlocking the secrets of cultivation and advanced technology. As warriors emerged to defend humanity, a new era of power and conflict began. Rehan, an ordinary high school student, never imagined he would step into this world of warriors and spirit masters. When a monstrous attack threatens his city, he witnesses the might of a legendary Spirit Master—beings capable of wielding immense psychic force. Inspired and determined, Rehan embarks on his journey

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him