poppy and branch trolls

Follow Bardeelus' journey as he discovers the wonders of 'pure necromancy', one of the rarest types of magic out there. Some despise it, while some adore it, but ultimately, he was free or any demonic influences and was as pure as a mage could be! Though, training was a different story. lt wasn't easy to uncover the secrets of pure necromancy, as those secrets were locked in the 'old world' of magic. Ancient and cryptic languages were a must know, if any progress was to be made, and the tag-along dangers were ten times worse! Bardeelus' goals were greater than any threat, however, as he wanted to enslave the living, without killing them. Although this was almost unheard of across the dark arts of magic, it was possible! ~ For the sake of power, he'll find a way to do it. Besides... a greater threat awaited them, the clock was ticking. He had to be ready! ~ RR readers welcome.

Raka, a high school student, is reincarnated into a fantasy world with all his classmates. While everyone else gets a great class, he receives the weakest class: One Tree Branch , leading to him being ridiculed, ostracized, and hunted by his own classmates. On the verge of death, Raka discovers his class' hidden ability: absorbing the powers, attributes, and skills of anyone he kills . His weak branches begin to evolve as his power grows. Alone in the Forbidden Forest, Raka must survive, become stronger, and avenge his betrayal. But as he delves deeper into the secrets of this new world, he realizes that his class is no ordinary class, but a forbidden power that could change the world.

My life is but a code waiting to be decoded. With numbers and letters, I will protect earth with my creation... I will tame those that wish to oppose me, destroy those that hurt my family and erase anyone who angers me! ----------------- Dropped due to losing interest in this novel, I added too many things without any substance to support it. Might update in the future but from now, I will work on a new novel.

“Living isn’t fun anymore.” So I decided to die. But before I could leave, in the last moments of my life… “Should we make life fun for you?” The Vina people appeared in front of me. They asked me to live. They told me if I died, they’ll die as well. Do they want to live for eternity? “We’ll make you happy. So, don’t die yet.” “If you pledge to be one of us, you can have all the money you’ll ever need for the rest of your life.” “Love, just talk to us. What do you need?” “You can tell us everything you desire.”

Whoever said “you only live once” seriously deserves to be slapped… with a chair. Because that’s absolute bullshit. I would know—I died, after all. And instead of the eternal rest I was hoping for, I got yeeted into a fantasy world packed with oddball characters and multiple pantheons co-existing like it’s some cosmic sitcom. Oh, and did I mention I was handed a never-before-recorded bloodline and a Revered Gear… in the form of a scythe? Yeah. This sucks. Seriously, how is a lesbian, fallen angel vampire supposed to survive in a world that either wants to kill me… or sleep with me? My name’s Poppy. Read my misadventures as I stumble through different worlds, just trying to survive. **** Updates will be on Wednesday, Saturdays, and Sundays till further notice

A young woman fights to escape a lifetime of imprisonment. A disgraced soldier recruited to a cause that goes against all that he once fought for. A man that has spent his life underachieving is caught up in the chaos as they all fight for their survival and struggle to learn the truth.

Since the end of the territory wars there were rumours of a great treasure hidden in the mountain. A miner still new to the world, an adventurer starting her journey and a scholar looking to write a book on a certain creature but as they get deeper into the cave system, the dark truth hidden by Mount Luna will be shown and are hero's will have to no choice but to fight there way back out. A character driven survival horror in a fantasy back drop.

My husband brought me to an underground auction in Budapest. He was there to show off his new toy, a shop girl who'd clawed her way into his bed. She pressed against his shoulder, trembling like a frightened rabbit. "Boss, these people are so brutal... I'm scared." I couldn't stomach her pathetic act. "Weren't you the one begging Mason to bring you here? You wanted to 'see the world,' remember?" "If there were fewer thrill-seekers like you," I added coldly, "maybe fewer souls would be forced onto these stages." My husband’s response was a chillingly calm defense of his pet. "Darling, why pick a fight with a girl?" He let her cry into his suit jacket and said nothing more. But later, he had his men drag me from the restroom and dump my body onto the circular stage in the center of the hall. Ready to be sold.

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?"