3rd wof book graphic novel

This is a pure power fantasy. My MC will always win; it's just a question of how. I will try to make him human en I'm planning on rewriting everything into a separate novel after each arc. I will only put character and creation stat sheets here though. This my first rough draft. I am still writing, but quarantine gives you less free time when you’re juggling more items in your schedule

SOME STORIES ARE WRITTEN. OTHERS WERE NEVER MEANT TO EXIST. EVERY CANON HAS AN AUTHOR. BUT WHO WRITES THE WRITERS? Elias Vance dies mid-sentence. He wakes in a library where unfinished stories don’t end—they evolve into living worlds that can bite back. In the Shelves, every story is real. Every book is a living Canon you can enter, fix, or destroy. And people like Elias—Editors—are supposed to keep it all from collapsing. Except Elias isn’t normal. Something inside him refuses to stay one person. A broken Fragment from a fallen hero lives in his chest, bleeding instincts that aren’t his. When he enters a story, it doesn’t just change around him—it starts changing him back. Then there’s the one story he thought was gone forever. His own. A dead draft of his old life begins growing into something alive again, even though he never finished writing it. Inside it, a dragon circles a ruined tower waiting for an ending. And at the center of it all… is a version of Elias that kept writing after he stopped. Now every faction in existence wants a piece of him: * The Council that governs stories * Forgers who harvest dying worlds * And something older that watches where stories are born But the real problem isn’t them. It’s that Elias is starting to bleed into everything he touches. And if he can’t figure out what’s his… and what was written into him… then one day, he won’t be the one telling the story anymore. He’ll just be another unfinished draft someone else picks up.

I've moved my story to minkley so please read at https://www.minkly.io/series/460

In the sea of stars, the experts gather. Their origins, mindset, and experiences differ, but they have something in common - they all speak the language of power. The absolute might, that nothing can chain has the power to silence everything. In all eras, there were always people who ruled and those, who were ruled. Only the mightiest can set these laws and control others and their own fate. The path of the sovereign is filled with blood and corpses. Calamity was neither the fiercest nor mightiest man to have lived. He was born the day his family was massacred, hence his name. His name held another meaning, the hope, that one day he would return as a calamity to his enemies. Considering his talents and background, he reached unimaginable heights and fulfilled his family's last wish. Unfortunately, his end wasn't pleasant. He died in the hands of junior, whose realm was lower than his. He had worked harder than others, yet it never truly made up for the gap between him and those who never lacked the care of mighty experts and had access to limitless cultivation resources. Still, at the peak of his life, he was pretty strong, but never did he have time to settle down and enjoy what he had. He had come that far with undying persistence and unshakable willpower in the first place, but...it still wasn't enough. Before his soul was destroyed along with his body, he resolutely decided to give everything up and flee for his life, as he escaped with the secret technique, towards an unknown destination. As fate would have it, the luck was on his side this time, as he managed to successfully give himself the second chance. Will the scenario repeat itself, or will he walk upon the path of the sovereign in this life? God only knows...

A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

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?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.

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!"