apothacary

Hours before what would later be considered the start of the apocalypse, the protagonist was happily striding along a stone path in a random park with an icecream in hand, when suddenly he stopped, seemingly stuck in time, that moment he "remembered" some memories and also lost a good chocolate icecream to the cold ground...

It was year 0, the mark of mankind, called Judgement Day, but it was not the coming of God’s wrath to execute those who sinned, but the mindless and deadly massacre of all humans. I do not own the cover picture, credit goes to the owner of this link : http://resizer.shared.arcpublishing.com/M6OMYHShQ7aRvq8ylktXqPDL82o=/arc-anglerfish-arc2-prod-bonnier/public/X7MZHWPDGJAPP7QZ3ZPHG5JMVE.jpg

Meet Evan, a thirty-something marketing analyst. His life in Manila is as average as it gets, wake up to the sound of honking jeepneys, scroll through endless emails, endure the daily train squeeze, order overpriced coffee, and wonder if he should finally start working out. Except, once a month, he transforms into a wolf. Honestly? It’s not as bad as it sounds. The first few times were painful, sure, but he learned to manage. He preps for it like someone meal-prepping for the week, lock the doors, stock up on food, and let the wolf do its thing. Spoiler alert, it mostly just wants to lie down and enjoy its meat treats. But life doesn’t always let you keep your comforts. One freak accident later (thanks to a loose bolt, because of course that’s how he goes), Evan wakes up not in a hospital, not in the afterlife, but in ancient Philippines. No skyscrapers. No Wi-Fi. No explanation. Just majestic waterfalls, warring tribes, and a whole lot of sharks. And if that wasn’t bad enough? The transmigration removed his lycanthropy. Will he get it back? Does he even want to? Join Evan as he navigates the untamed rivers, snakes and crocodiles lurking everywhere, and curtailing his shame at wiping his ass with a stone. Oh, and did I mention we might have flying-torso monsters? Maybe.

COVER ART IS NOT MINE, TITLE AND AUTHOR NAME ONLY PAUSED, WILL BE REMADE The story of a young girl who vowed to take revenge on the people who killed her parents. This is the past of the Nephilim, the strongest member of the Infurion Fantasia. (This story is subjected to be improved in the future. This is the prototype, so to say.)

title sucks but tried my best no discription

A historical fiction about Emperor Hadrian and his young lover Antinous.

Em um mundo onde a magia não é um dom místico, mas uma ciência brutal de frequências vibracionais, ser o "elo fraco" é uma sentença de morte. Aris nasceu na Dinastia Dimensional, uma família de semideuses capazes de dobrar o espaço e o tempo. Mas, incapaz de processar magia pura sem fritar o próprio cérebro, ele fugiu para os subsolos tóxicos da Zona Periférica. Agora, armado com seu cinismo, intelecto e um Sintonizador de latão enxertado no braço, ele sobrevive como um rastreador ao lado de Meigan, uma guerreira de força esmagadora que esconde a herança do Sangue de Dragão.

What if one day, you got the opportunity to have a new life? Most people in that case will try to achieve what they could not do. Some will desire to be a hero, other wealth. They might be some strange guys who crave for liberty. Napoleon is one of them.

16 year-old Evangeline is a rising star in Baiyun City's modelling industry, and a pathological liar with a past she wishes to keep hidden. She believes that she has made a clean break from her past self, but in the cut-throat field of modelling, even the smallest scandals can lead to disastrous downfalls. What will she do if the past catches up to her one day? Cover illustrator and coauthor: @otterlyokward (on Wattpad)

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.