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“So you’re the one meant to kill me?” he asked, less than amused, his deep flat voice in constract to those dead eyes. It was filled with intensity, such darkness that threatened to devour the one that seared her veins. ‘You never know if I’m just the only one,’ She sang, unwavering under his scorching gaze. He seemed to contemplate, perhaps the ways he could kill her or the ways he could torture her audacity. She returned the gesture, as the chains kept her restrained. She would’ve killed him when she had the chance. And now, her prey made her his. It was either the intensity of his gaze or the change in the current of the wind, raising the hairs on her body when he sauntered to her direction. “That’s sad,” and now he stood closer, the smell of citrus and rain filled her nostrils tinting her face red. “Because you’re all I see-” ‘I’ll kill you before you lay a single finger on me,’ She threatened, determination boiled her blood. “Too bad,” his voice rumbled slowly, lacking even the slightest warmth, as he closed the distance. She could feel his breath fan across her neck when he leaned in and her knees threatened to buckle. What was this? He sniffed, and she stuttered a breath, feeling something tingle below her abdomen. She didn’t like this. But at the same time, she knew it was nothing but a lie. His fangs grazed her skin and she shivered. It was unmerciful and torturous, like carving a will on an old crypt then nibbled her flesh and she gasped, heat scorching her insides. Oh heavens… “Whoever created you did a terrible job,” The manner of which he commented was utterly devoid of emotion. “Because, two things,” he paused and she gritted, her position impossible to reach out and kill him. “I’m the one who created you,” he counted. “And two… you’re going to die.” His voice was calm, deliberate, and utterly devoid of mercy when he whispered, “Get ready to die, thief.”

Waking up after the accident, I found myself in a world where everything familiar to me was gone: blue sky, sun, green grass, and so on. Instead, there was an endlessly gray sky, black sand everywhere, and a forest of dead trees stronger than any rock. My body was as black as coal and covered in wounds... All of this made me think that I had entered another world, where I had become an unattractive undead. I would have laughed if there had been a god, a princess, or a great entity next to me. However, looking around, I saw no one. I was alone in this dead world. I also noticed that saying the magical word "System" caused me excruciating pain. But this was my chance to fulfill my desires. I wanted to become a necromancer, and what I found lying in the sand would help me achieve that.

Jin jiyu is weak. Not just in strength or intelligence, but something else, something out of his control. He isn't free. But after a job gone wrong, he finds himself before strange old man who offers to help him break free from the shackles called fate...and who is Jiyu to refuse? Hi it is me a inspiring writer and I hope you enjoy my story.

Under the shackles of a Mafia Family, there are two or more people who open their hearts to receive it. This is love amidst thorns, guns, and shackles, this is bloodshed, this is violence, and this is war!! A cold-hearted Mafia Boss and his hot-headed psycho captive. They say as poles repel, but what if that stipulation was wrong? A fearless female reporter is determined to expose the criminal activities of one of the most dominant Mafia families in Italy, even at the cost of her own life. Things get even more complicated when a super cop determined to put an end to the Mafia family gets involved in their bittersweet love story, creating a love triangle that leads to deaths and regrets, tears and tragedy, wins and losses… a battle for Supremacy, Power and Dominance!! Find out!!

I never asked for Vincent to come into my life, yet his presence changed everything. Between captivity and freedom, fear and longing, I found myself torn in ways I never imagined. His world was dangerous, his touch forbidden yet the way he looked at me felt like healing. But love doesn't come without truth, and truth never comes without pain. This is my story… of scars, secrets, and the kind of love that can either save me or destroy me.

“Survival is automated. Exceptions are not.” GENETIC SHACKLES — Synopsis In a world quietly contaminated by Transit World interference, humanity survives behind patterns—cities built where low-tier transit gates appear, academies designed to prepare the young for what waits beyond reality. Monsters only come from transit gates. The virus does not. The Transit Virus has existed since the beginning of civilization, woven into human genes. Left dormant, it kills slowly. Triggered improperly, it kills instantly. The only known way to restrain it is to awaken a System—a gene-breach interface accessed only by surviving a Trial Transit Gate. Most people awaken. Some don’t. Alton Hammer is one of them. An orphan with no record of his parents and no clear compatibility response from his band, Alton passes every assessment without ever being acknowledged by the system itself. No numbers. No rankings. No confirmation. Just silence. At the Academy—where survival is trained, not promised—Alton is grouped with dangerous talents, watched by instructors who never explain, and measured by a system that seems unsure what to do with him. As high-tier transit gates begin appearing and experts move in to suppress outbreaks, one thing becomes clear: The system doesn’t reject Alton. It’s waiting.

It came as a wonderment, that the elves were able to find a weapon strong enough to enter the realm, without them being apprised. This served as an advantage to them, as they were thriving in infiltrating a lot of space and managed to seize the important capitals, which served as pillars of the realm. They were well aware of where they should attack, and what stood as the support system of their Empire. It was prominent that they had a helping hand from within the realm, the individual must be someone who knows the secret which their enemies must never and they were after something, something within the palace walls, that was their main target. However, the battle only took them a month or less to end although a lot died, they somehow managed to conquer the elves and forged a new protective Impediment for the realm. The protective impediment that had been keeping them till someone found her mate. Sighing she couldn't help but wonder how he managed to do that, the spell they used to trigger the impediment was a very emphatic one, they had their best mysticism intellectuals conjure the powerful force field which had kept them for decades in peace without the intrusion of external forces. abruptly, she felt a familiar energy, one that was protruding from none other than Elder Burton, it was the energy of a furious light hyde, his entire body glowed white and he seemed like he was going berserk as he was carrying a crazy look like he had lost his mind. he launched a ferocious attack towards Xavier aiming with full speed and the beast bearly managed to doge because he was lost staring at his blossom. But Burton didn't end there, he created a spear out of his proficiency and summoned Attulac, his beast, and merged fully with it within the blink of an eye he was charging towards Xavier again as he roared in rage. Since Xavier was distracted Bacillia took this opportunity and snapped out of her daze as the rest had also joined in, Ekila had also resumed her stance. Xavier dodged his next attempt with little effort and frowned at the distraction " How dare you to bewilder the conversation between me and my blossom! " he seemed pissed and gritted his teeth harshly glaring at Burton, who didn't seem to care as he charged amuck towards Xavier, only to be thrown by him without much effort, " weakling!" he spat in disgust as his eyes searched for his mate frantically. #extractedfromchaper34

Trisya Monica, a captivating professor, is driven by a simmering anger towards her mother, whose harsh treatment left an indelible mark on her soul.

Aiden is the last of his kind, the sun blessed. Ever since the night he lost everyone and everything, the fire in his heart had became all but coals. With nothing left and locked in a dungeon he meets a girl that slowly starts to stoke the dormant fires within and with it a small flame of hope is born.

“May the human Zane Seisance be summoned to the stand to receive his card?” A god cheers. The human walks to the stage and picks up the card he was given. He looks blankly at what it reads. [Hero of Neutrality; Jack of All Trades, Master of None] [Potential: Unlimited] The Lesser Gods aren't surprised by this, many heroes have unlimited potential but still get a more interesting ability. As the one true god implants the human with a card, a message echoes in his head. "Go forth, human with unlimited potential."