dune tremors

The War of Blood has lasted for centuries. On the night the Sage Kingdom fell, Queen Yusa put her four-day-old son in a wooden box and hid him with magic. Her brother Arthava took the crown. ​ Thieves stole the box. They thought it was gold. That baby is now twelve-year-old Luis Nimero. He lives in a border town with his adoptive parents — a retired mage and a blacksmith. He trains every morning with his uncle Jack, the kingdom's third-ranked swordsman, and his best friends Rio and Lily. ​ The town Appraise says Luis has normal human energy. So why did a queen die to hide him?

In an empire where prophecies are woven by the Bene Gesserit and the Noble Houses battle in an ancient power game, some are born marked not by destiny... but by the fear they inspire. Kael Atreides, firstborn of Leto and Jessica, was not conceived to be a mere cog in the Brotherhood's schemes. From birth, his abilities defied expectations, and the Reverend Mothers saw in him a threat that not even the Kwisatz Haderach could contain. The decision was stark: banishment. No trial. No explanation. Only an order sealed by silence. Aboard a rudderless pod, Kael was launched beyond the known routes, into the eternal void... until the void answered. In the farthest reaches of the universe, where neither CHOAM nor the Emperor could cast their gaze, a colossus of metal and mystery awaited him: a Ring forgotten by human history. There, an ancient intelligence—a Monitor of the Installation—saw not a lost child, but the worthy heir to an impossible legacy. Raised among titanic structures and the secrets of a technology that defied the laws of the Empire, Kael grew up far from Arrakis, from the intrigues of the Landsraad, and from the echo of the spice. But he did not forget his name. Nor his blood. Years later, when the Monitor declares his apprenticeship over, Kael returns to the known universe—not as the exiled son, but as the wielder of a power the Great Houses cannot understand or confront. As Paul Atreides faces his own destiny in the arena of Arrakis, Kael contemplates a broader horizon: He will not fight for a throne... He will fight to rewrite the rules of the game. But even in his unstoppable rise, questions haunt him: Is he master of his own will, or just another cog in a design even more ancient than the Bene Gesserit? Can a man molded by machines retain his humanity... or is Kael Atreides the first emperor of a new age where flesh no longer rules?

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

The earth shook with a 4.2-magnitude tremor, causing pandemonium. Amid the frenzied crowd, I was knocked down, and in that frightening instant, I lost my grip on the child I was holding. Maxwell, oblivious to my plight, simply took his boss' sister's hand and departed without a word. Later, I returned to an empty home, feeling numb. A package of unused miniature parasols awaited me—a cruel reminder of a shared past. Without hesitation, I discarded the box and made a long-distance phone call. "Ms. Grace Fitzgerald, Air New Zealand welcomes you. Please report within 30 days," said the voice on

Hrimay Ganguly unintentionally helps the police in catching a local drug dealer and becomes the target of a mysterious masked girl who is skilled in fighting and has mysterious abilities. Things get complicated when this masked person encounters the 14 year olds, Ayame Mizuhara and Ravi Khatri, both of whom stop her at times. Jai Venkatesh, an honest police officer is pulled into this mess when the drug dealer is murdered in his custody and he is wrongfully accused for it. Circumstances pit these four people against the mysterious masked menace, who hides a frightening secret...

She’s an albino with Tourette who hides behind sarcasm. He’s a genius pianist with Tourette who sees her chaos as music. Together, they turn tics into a symphony—and fall dangerously in love. A story of broken rhythms, forbidden obsession, and the beauty of being perfectly imperfect.

“Born of fire. Marked by starlight. He was never meant to exist… yet his return will burn the skies.” ….. In the ancient realms where elemental spirits rule, a forbidden love once shattered the laws of the heavens. Malik al-Nar, the fierce and noble King of the Vaeks—beings born of sacred fire—fell in love with Serah of the Zawba’a, a celestial priestess descended from stars. Their union was a cosmic sin. Their child, Ruhail, was an abomination. Torn from his parents and hidden in exile, Ruhail grew in the shadows of forgotten ruins, unclaimed by the fire realm that rejected him and unwelcome by the celestial beings who exiled his mother. He is neither Zaek… nor Zawba’a. He is dusk. A soul born at the moment of twilight—where flame meets star and prophecy bleeds into truth. he lived in ruins for hundreds of years, wondering in the desert with no purpose in life, but soon a waman comes in his life, who finally gives him a reason to live and search for his Home

An Age feared by all is coming.. The Demon Lord is slowly waking. The ancient war will soon begin.. Men, Elves, Dwarves, Demons, Orcs, and Dragons...

[Irresistible MC + Farming & Entrepreneurship + Strong Female Lead + Cute Baby + Love Rivalry + Farming System + Male Competition] Deng Yuyuan wakes up to find she has transmigrated into a period novel about a "pampered group darling" — as the biological mother of the vicious female villain. The female villain has a biased grandmother, a mooching uncle and his family, a blindly filial father, and a spineless mother. She was a small-time thief as a child. As an adult, she committed every kind of evil — constantly framing the female lead — and ultimately met a miserable end. The female lead is the only daughter in another family, doted on by her older brothers. The villain targeted her out of pure jealousy. And now, Deng Yuyuan has become that villain's cowardly mother — and the villain herself is currently just an ugly, wrinkly-faced infant. The blindly filial father loves his wife, but gives all the good things to his own mother. He says to his starving wife and daughter: "Xiao Yuan, come drink some water. I specially heated it for you." Deng Yuyuan looks at her own bony frame and her tiny child — and decides to get a divorce. Goodbye, useless husband. She's going to raise this little cub with an abundance of money and love. No way she'll go astray this time. Lost one husband, gained a crowd of suitors. A beautiful sent-down youth coveted by many — she knows some self-defense and burns the midnight oil studying. With the reinstatement of the college entrance exams, she takes her child toward a much wider world. Riding the wave of the times, Deng Yuyuan works her way up to become a gaming tycoon and a cutting-edge scientist... Except — why are so many men fighting to be her cub's stepfather?

【Career-oriented female protagonist + Love-struck male lead + Entertainment industry + Variety show + Satisfying sweetness】 Renee Morgan, a newcomer in the entertainment industry, learns of her predetermined fate as a minor female supporting character in a dream. She is the queen of minor roles, the resilient type, blazing with fighting spirit, illuminating many female stars. Renee Morgan: "...To hell with being a minor character. Anyone who dares use me as a stepping stone, I'll make sure they fall flat." Wendy Aldridge, also a newcomer in the entertainment industry, wants to use her as a control group. Renee Morgan: Ok~ Half a month later, Wendy Aldridge, who was supposed to become famous as part of the control group, ends up being cyber-bullied and is urged to leave the industry? Renee Morgan, who was supposed to be cyber-bullied out of the industry, becomes an overnight sensation and a top-star. The rival company's leading actress, backed by influential figures in the entertainment circle, snatches the main female role, leaving only the role of the female third lead for her. Renee Morgan: Ok~ Four months later, this drama explodes in popularity, all supporting roles become famous, and the female third lead role becomes a classic. The biggest stars, male and female leads, are left with no buzz? ... Later, Renee Morgan finally achieves her dream, winning the Best Actress Award with her acting skills, and announces her relationship on the day she receives the award—she is in love. He's just a regular person. One day, Morgan all over the country sees familiar figures appearing in the news and rushes online to share: Is this the Best Actress's ordinary boyfriend?