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The Anathema are a cursed race descended from the First Goddess who fell into darkness. Rexdeus is a hybrid Anathema, born from the union of a human and a pure-blooded Anathema. He was abandoned by his own clan and hunted until he lost his name, identity, and reason to live. Standing on the boundary between life and death, he met a girl. A single encounter that slowly changed his world. And for the first time in a long while, the wheel of time that had stood still began to move again.

Darah yang berwarna hitam mengalir di dalam pembuluh darah kami. Bau busuk kematian keluar dari darah kami. Makhluk yang telah mati adalah kami. Karena kami adalah keberadaan yang seharusnya tidak pernah ada. Karena kami adalah keturunan yang terlahir dari rahim Sang Dewi Jahat. Oleh sebab keabadian kami, Para Dewa-Dewi. Untuk menghakimi. Untuk mengutuk. Untuk memberi kami satu nama— Anathema... *** Apa itu hidup normal? Sebagai seorang Anathema atau sebagai hybrid, aku tidak mengerti kata ‘normal’ itu sendiri. Aku yang terlahir dengan merobek perut ibu kandungku sendiri. Apakah normal? Aku tidak tahu. Mereka yang menyaksikan kelahiranku menyebutku bibit bencana. Sejinak apa pun diriku, walau seberapa keras aku menahan kegilaan darahku. Pada akhirnya, mereka tetap takut padaku, membenciku, hingga ingin melenyapkanku. Saat itu aku mengerti, aku berbeda. Jadi aku mencari. Siapa yang dapat menerimaku. Berulang kali ditolak, berulang kali diusir tapi aku terus berjalan. Hingga— Aku bertemu dengannya.

A nameless vessel carrying forbidden blood was never meant to exist. But the moment she gave him a name— the world began to break.

In a world torn apart by wicked gods, young Ander Idris loses everything in a night of fire and fury. With his village in ashes and his family gone, he embarks on a relentless quest for vengeance against the divine powers that shattered his life. As he battles through grief, rage, and a treacherous world, Ander must confront not only the gods but the darkness within himself. Will he find justice, or will his quest consume him?

A moment. A moment is all it takes for fate to mess-up our well-laid plans. I'm on a private jet with my friends to visit my grandparents whom I've never met. What happens next? Will I even survive? Will my friends survive? Disclaimer: Any resemblance with situations, names, characters, etc. is purely accidental. We assure our readers that the story stated in this book is purely fictious. This book can be enjoyed by readers of all ages. We request our readers to not copy the contents of this book as it is illegal and you might invite legal actions. If you wish to give this book to others, please share or buy it for them. Author's Note: Dear readers, this book is a standalone which can be read by readers by readers of all ages. I can guarantee to you that you will definetly enjoy this book. Make sure you read it all till the end. We highly valuely any reviews and ratings you'd like to give us. Enjoy!

Londinium, 1837. The Angel's Voice descended sixty years ago introducing classes, attributes, skills, and upending the lives of everyone ever since. The Church saw it for the divine intervention it was and claimed all that it could. The Crown scrambled to take whatever the Church left. And the people? The people lived and suffered and died, just another day in the heart of the Britannian Empire. A drop of magic here and there hardly changed things. Not that Alice Darling knew any of this. In fact she knew very little. A woman from a different time, now in a dead flower girl's body, with an inherited class that proclaimed her a Thief and her own murder to solve. What could she know about this familiar but utterly strange world? New Quest: Find the White Rabbit The girl whose life you are living? Something got her. Find out what, before it finds you. She better start learning real soon. *** This is Book One: Down The Rabbit Hole. The story will have the following: - LitRPG, weak to strong - Intelligent main character - Starts with a human lead, but they will eventually be non-human, so keep in mind if either is important for you. Updates 3 times a week, every other day.

I thought I’d get a second chance at life. Y’know... the usual: a fantasy world, a legendary sword, maybe even a cute goddess blessing me with cheat skills. Instead, I woke up blinking into a blank canvas with a freaking loading sign before me. Because I’d been reincarnated… as a cursor. Yes. The little arrow on a computer screen. The one humans drag around without a shred of mercy. Now I’m forced to wander the internet at the whim of clueless users. One moment I’m opening spreadsheets full of numbers that make no sense, the next I’m being shoved into a dungeon of pop-ups offering “Free iPhones” and “Hot Singles in My Area.” I’ve faced Captcha trials that question my very existence (“Am I a bus… or am I not a bus?”), battled malware goblins in shady download sites, and endured the cursed lands of comment sections. But this cursor isn’t content to blink in silence. If the gods stuck me here, then fine—I’ll master this glowing body, survive the horrors of the web, and carve out my legend. This is the story of how I, once human, became the most dangerous pointer in the digital multiverse.

Chapbook of dark poems about vampires, aliens, angels, demons, monsters, diseases, villains, rogues, and the sea. The bulk of these were written during my years as an undergraduate student at George Mason University, in Fairfax, Virginia, and represent some of my favorite themes: death, lost love, the ocean, alienation, and (odd as it may seem) disease.

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

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?"