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Twenty-three years ago, humanity was invaded by mysterious mechanical monsters known as the Darkz. With no knowledge of their creator or true purpose, mankind has spent decades fighting for survival. The Darkz possess two terrifying forms: a deadly Attack Mode, where razor-sharp tendrils absorb energy from their victims and unleash devastating attacks, and an impenetrable Defence Mode, which hides their only known weakness. Check out more chapters on my Patreon and thanks for the continued support. https://www.patreon.com/BuffRoku/posts/162561320?utm_campaign=postshare_fan

Born of ice, forged by fire; destined to burn brightest than them all. - Ginryuu Homura is the illegitimate child of the Frostborn royal family and a rare male Moonchild, a descendant of the long-forgotten lineage of Luna, the Moon Goddess. Born with the revered Blue Flame, a mystical fire infused with both ice and fire, Homura embodies a rare balance of elements. This unique power is rumored to be the key to peace between the opposing forces of fire and frost. Yet, rather than celebrated, Homura’s origins and powers mark him as an outcast, a reminder of a forbidden union. After the devastating Great Ignition, which left elemental factions fractured and weary of one another, the Frostborn seek peace with their ancient rivals, the Solare Empire. As a token of this fragile peace, Homura is chosen as a sacrificial envoy, handed over to the empire despite his royal heritage. Upon his arrival, he is placed as a ward under Kouen, the Commander-in-Chief of the Scorchers—a fierce military faction that venerates Sol, the God of Fire. Kouen, known for his cunning and charm, sees Homura’s blue flame not as a threat, but as a potential weapon that could change the course of history. While others view Homura’s flame with suspicion, Kouen is drawn to its mysterious power, recognizing that it might be instrumental in mending the elemental rifts that led to the Great Ignition.

In an age where magic and technology intertwine, the current old kings that rule over the Yvanna galaxy usher in a new age, with their reign slowly coming to an end. Crowe, a destitute child, learns the ways of the Wielders - sorcerers who wield the ancient language of gods. Although the path may seem grim, Crowe has every intention to heave the burdens of his family and pave better days for his comrades. Watch as Crowe unravels the mysteries of the ancient language and intertwine his very being with entities of unimaginable strength and horror. This is the story of Crowe, the Inkweaver.

Cerita ini sebagai selingan di sela-sela penulisan cerita "Ada Cerita Cinta Di Asrama" yang lumayan panjang. Penulis sengaja menyajikan cerita-cerita yang lebih pendek dengan bentuk cerita yang berbeda, sebagai kompensasi atas keterlambatan publikasi episode-episode pada cerita "Ada Cerita Cinta Di Asrama". Cerita ini adalah cerita bergenre LGBT dan merupakan cerita dewasa karena mendeskripsikan bagian-bagian sensitif dan adegan-adegan seksual. Namun demikian penulis sengaja menyajikan adegan demi adegan secara soft dan sensual alih-alih vulgar. Kebijakan pembaca diharapkan dalam mencerna dan menyikapi karya kami. Terima Kasih.

As a child I longed to be able to fly and wield unimaginable powers, to fight villains and monsters and be the courageous hero that saves the day. My conviction to be the change that I needed remained even after I understood what the word impossible means in that world, I remained hopeful and determined to be the saviour that I desperately wanted to be. However, as fate would dictate, there is no such thing as a hero in that reality. A world where you wake up in the morning only to work in a job that fills you with nothing but dread, getting yelled at by your boss who was yelled at by his. A world where the food that enters your mouth provides nothing but the nutrition you require to wake up another day, only to repeat the horrible events that kept you up the night before. Yes, that world was no place for a hero. And yet here I am thinking: If only I could go back. Who knew that being a hero only means pain and suffering? Not only for one’s self, but also for those they hold dear. And that while powers can protect you, it will only bring destruction to those you touch. Who knew that getting what I want will hurt me so much? And still I stand here. Alive. Surviving. Existing in a world where living is no longer possible. Breathing yet somehow dead inside. Maybe it’s insanity, or maybe it’s desperation that I feel as if I must tell my tale. A proof that I persevered to leave this world behind, and step back into mine. This is the story of how I survived 180 days in hell, and why I must no longer do it.

Madie, a commuter who met a guy in the train. For riding the same train and sitting with the same guy, they grew close to each other. As her daily life continues she will find out something that will make her life complicated. Will she able to accept reality?

A bestselling detective comic suddenly becomes the catalyst for a series of murders. The bizarre and strange crime scenes from the comic are eerily recreated in real life, and the truth seems to drift further away behind the thickening fog. At a critical moment, a sharp and capable female police officer teams up with a timid yet clever comic artist to form the best duo in the police station. The strange cases are solved one by one, and the truth gradually comes to light, however, upon reaching the end, they realize that this is not the end, but merely another new beginning.

This is a novel that is based on leadership and humanity. It shows how good and bad leadership affects the world and it's future. It also demonstrate the importance of diversity and unity in the world and how lives shall either be good and bad when power is on specific kind of leaders. It's main objective is to promote good leadership, diversity, unity and humanity at large.

*NOT TRANSLATION SLOP OR AI* "A man with ideas is called a genius, but a man who goes to any lengths to finish his ideas is called mad. The cylinder split, and we called the pieces our world. We looked at the sun and called it our light. We looked at our flesh and called it creation. We believed in the songs of the nayl, and we trusted the hands that held us up. We were wrong. There is a weight pulling at the bottom of everything. Do not look at the brilliance above. Do not listen to the calling of below. Don't fall."

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"