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The Velarkian Empire has set it's sights on the Krimzon tribe Avin had grown among. Trained to be a Chaoswalker Avin struggles to awaken his powers, but the time is running out. The Empire and the Emperor's minions have already started to make their move, and the doom of Krimzon tribe looks certain. And hidden in the shadows of Krimzon tribe is a being despised by all. A slayer of Gods, and demon of divine Wrath from Lore, has his own plans for Avin.

Kisah seorang gadis sederhana yang suka ngaku-ngaku anak bunda Raisa.

In escaping the forest, she uncovered the truth that it never truly let her go. For years, Amara was trapped within the twisted heart of Veinwood—a forest whispered of in frightened legends, where trees pulse like flesh and shadows remember your name. Surviving the forest was never the plan. Escaping it was a miracle. Or so she thought. But when Amara finally stumbles back into the world she thought had forgotten her, she discovers something far more horrifying: the forest was never separate. Her town lies directly connected to its unseen roots, and the lives of those she once knew are still quietly strangled by its unseen influence. Armed with fading strength gifted by the very magic that tormented her, Amara sets out to warn, to rescue, to fight back. But Veinwood does not give up its prey so easily. Most never listen. Most never return. And the deeper Amara digs into the forest’s origin, the more she realizes it is not just an ancient evil—it is alive, hungry, and watching. Allies are few. And only the oldest beings—those who once made a pact with the forest—can destroy what they helped birth. But Veinwood remembers her. And it is not finished.

This is a mafia story , which is not lovey dovey . If you still wanna read this carry on . ( Please don't judge the book just by reading first 2 or 3 chapters. I know they are shit but I am willing to edit once the book is completed. So please just bare with me ) Meet Amelia Knight , she is a highschool girl . Probably she is a nerd . It's just her , her mother and her bestfriend Anthena. Her mother is the sheirff of the city . She is a very playful girl who never gets into any kind of trouble. Now meet Leonadro King , A walking Greek god . He is every girls dream but no one dares to look him in the eye. He just opens up to his mother, sister and his best friend Luca . Not to forgot he is head of Italian mafia . Now let's see the journey of their lives. When both ends meet . Will they attract or repel? . Can Leonadro stay cold ? Or will he fall for the charms of this blue eyed beauty ? .......................................................... This book needs editing and it's going to be edited soon . If you find any spelling mistakes please excuse me . I hope you enjoy reading this and by the way it's my first ever book . Love you guys

"When the rain comes, it brings joy." This saying goes a long way for some people. while some may find joy, some find gloom. However, for the "Rainwalker". Rain brings all sorts of emotions and memories, mostly beautiful. But that's only one of the little things they cherish, it is because of their ability to connect with the rain, causing them to be able to enter an unknown space called "The rain dimension". It is a great power to travel with ease through many realm, but it also comes with danger. The "Shamans" hunt the rainwalkers. With special weapons of their own, the hunt have been going for hundreds of year. causing rainwalkers' diversity in groups and goals. while the Shamans unite, the rainwalkers shatter. Ardon Walva, An early adult of 21 years old. A member of the "Great Orca", a group of rainwalkers acting as mercenaris. Found himself caught in the long raging war between shamans and rainwalkers because of what was an average mission for them, turns to be a great cause of phenomenon.

In a world where Humans and Inhumans tussle for power, peace is but a facade Young Neel leaves his home for a wider and more exciting world.

Everything was normal for Fred until the old man showed up. Fred was a fine lad with his dark brown hair, fair complexion and dark eyes. He was also a serf by occupation and title, and that left him with little other choice but to labor on Lord Damskov's estate. Fred hadn't been born a serf, though. He was a freedman until his parents died when he was ten, and they left their debt to the lord unpaid. By law he was forced into the servitude of the debt owner, and there he remained for several years. The first ten years of freedom had given him an independent streak, but he kept his mouth shut to keep the peace. Days slipped into weeks, and then months, and still he continued to live and work on his lord's manor. Now he was a young man of fifteen, and still chained to the estate. That is, until the old man came and wrecked his life. The day started out as many others had before it. The sun rose and he along with it, and Fred had trudged out into the plots assigned for him to manage. There were several acres of crops to weed and water, and after that work was done he could manage his own little plot of dirt used to grow his own food. If Fred left the supply of food up to his lord then he would have died of starvation. Beyond his fields stretched miles and miles of farmland that traveled over the rolling hills, interrupted only by sparse clumps of trees and bushes, and the occasional manor. A river ran close to the manor on which he lived and wound its way west toward a town he knew existed but had never seen. He didn't have any curiosity to see it, either; he was far too busy tending his small patches of rocks and weeds. Fred was just setting to work when the old man came walking close by on the wide dirt path that led from the main road to the manor house. The boy was interested in this stranger, for strangers were a rare sight. Even more rare was such a stranger as this, what with his ragged brown cloak draped over his shoulders. The ends dragged along the ground behind him and covered any footprints he left in the dust. There was also the white, unkept hair which trailed down over the old man's shoulders and draped over the front and back of the cloak. He had wisps of white hair over his head, but his eyes were well-covered by a pair of bushy gray eyebrows and he had a long, white beard that stretched down to his waist. The old man carried a staff in his hand, but though his pace was slow and feeble he didn't lean his weight against it. Fred was startled when the stranger lifted his head and turned those old eyes on him. They were a bright blue, brighter than the clear sky above them, and held an energy which wasn't seen in his step. The old man tottered over to Fred and looked the lad up and down. A small smile graced his mustached lips, and he nodded his head. "Can such a fine lad as yourself tell me where I might find the nearest town?" the old man asked him. Fred shook his head. "I haven't been farther from this manor than a mile, and the town is somewhere beyond that to the west." "Can you help me find it? I am old and haven't much strength to be wandering over all these winding roads," the stranger requested. "I can't. I'm not allowed to leave the manor without permission from my lord." Fred dared not disobey his lord's laws. The stranger pulled at his beard, and the smile remained on his lips. "I see. Well, I suppose you wouldn't want to disobey your lord for a short adventure."

Melda, a young woman from Melfin burdened with taking care of her sick mother and younger sister after the death of her father. At twenty and a high school graduate with no hope of a better life, she gets employed as a maid in the household of the royals of Melfin. She gets exposed to the four handsome sons of the land: Henry, the heir to the throne, James, the bastard son of the family, Philip and Jeremy, as cunning as ever. She finds herself in passion, love and hope she never knew she had been missing. This is a story of the struggle to find happiness and love based on status and circumstances in a twenty-first century world.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"