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In a world with dangerous beings called CRACKS and HAZKES they seek to conquer the human world and turn people into one of them and rule, a normal boy is accidentally in the story as he turns into one, he is saved and taken into a school where humans called Warriors, defeat cracks and save HAZKES while going on missions and battles, secret missions related to the people and while finding the CRACK CORES to kill them all and send them out of the human world... But there is a villian with an alternative motive. There's mystery as the person who you knew isn't the person you know now... Imagine the person who you knew and trusted was a lie and the world is at stake and you're not sure who to trust or keep with you. Drama, a slice of life, tragic moments, romantic moments and scenes and more will unfold... what are you gonna expect... nothing is certain... you'll just have to read and find out.

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. Trigger warning chapters (Proceed with caution): 17, 18,26,51.

Okay woah there, why does he hate me, and who is Hades? “ who is Hades?” He took threatening step close to me then stopped “ Mind .. your..Damm…business” he said seriously I can swear I saw his eyes glowing fire Something is definitely wrong with this person in front of me What exactly is wrong? Why does he hate me? But most importantly Why does he have an invisible cat that is visible to me alone?

A house where those who enter, never set foot in the outside world again, for once you've gotten in, there is no such thing of getting out. *A/N: This is a story I made back in year 7 (6th grade), so I apologise in advance for how jumpy, short and cliché the storyline is. Read at your own discretion lmao.

Eury, a victim of all kind of abuse. She lived in a deep world similarly to underground. But she has the ability to make her own beautiful world. She met the man of her dreams and willing to kill all the people that will bump her dreams and possesions in life. She will not let anyone! People call her crazy, but is this the thing you will call to a person who just want to love and to be loved? She's crazy! But that craziness made her live in peace, love and happiness.

A sadistic being develops an ominous obsession with an anxiety ridden young woman. Feasting himself on her fears, and devouring her body and mind. Noxodius knows that he has gone too far, but he can he stop himself? Can he let the little human go? Will he cut her loose after he gets his fill, or will he swallow her whole?

This novel contain OP MC, sub MC{male and female lead} and geat fantasy,action,romance, slice of life and much more. This is the story of our OP MC Lex and 4 sub MC- Arvee,Alee,Ash,Amisha.Story of four of them becoming strong with the help of our OP MC and come to know the reality of the world. Right of Cover photo is not own....

A child grows under abusive parents. He is saved by someone who will be his wife in the future. However, dark plans are being drawn by those who lurk in the shadows and his family(in the future) is destroyed by these people. Seeking revenge despite being on last breath, he curses at them before giving a sacrifice, one he will regret later on. He touches and walks on an unknown path, unexplored by any existence born after the void. Watch as he walks on his lonely road with his broken self. He who fights monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster - Friedrich Nietzsche

Vingt ans plus tôt, une maladie inconnue a ravagé le monde : le Lacroma. Mortelle et insidieuse, elle transformait les hommes en créatures monstrueuses, agissant en meute pour répandre la contagion. Presque éradiquée, elle n’a pourtant jamais disparu… et son ombre plane encore aujourd’hui. Chibaki, un jeune garçon au destin encore incertain, grandit loin de ces cicatrices que ses parents refusent d’évoquer. Sous la tutelle d’un maître mystérieux, il découvre peu à peu le Myuki, une énergie qui circule en toute chose et dont l’usage peut sauver… ou détruire. Chibaki grandit… et Lacroma aussi. Plus fort, plus imprévisible, il renaît sous une nouvelle forme. L’heure viendra où il devra l’affronter.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"