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"A mere hunting dog," he mocked aloud. That bitch fate had done her job. A life lived not for himself, but to satisfy his god’s will—an inquisitor—the thing he saw as his purpose. His only purpose. From fairy tales narrated by parents to sleepy children, such beings are spoken of with reverence and awe. A person of incomparable noble deed, one who lived with altruism and selfless nobility, without vice. The riotous storybook protagonist. Ironic. No... It was hilarious. Because that same “noble” bastard was nothing but the same pathetic shit-headed boy he’d always been... he’d just gotten better at hiding it behind the facade of indifference forced upon him. Naïve, he was. Shunned from society, born between a backstreet whore’s thighs, raised with the patronage of others, growing used to condescending looks. Hunger, fear, self-hate, and strife—all of it became the norm, all to forge the man he’d become. And now? He was isolated from the world, forced into a cell behind four impossibly thick walls of concrete and steel. Stolen from his sun, his purpose gone. He waited. Idle. Rotting. Waiting for anything. Anything... ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ANYTHING! And 'anything' finally came. In the form of [Terminus]." ----------------------------- [Disclaimer!]: I don't write anything related to harem or romance.

[This is the old version of "Steel Refugee". I’m currently rewriting several sections, so please head to the new version instead. Keep in mind, I won’t be posting new chapters on this version anymore (updates will only appear on the newer version).] "A mere hunting dog," he mocked aloud. A life lived not for himself, but to satiate his god's will—an inquisitor—the thing he saw as his purpose, his only purpose. From fairy tales, such beings are spoken of with reverence and awe. A person of incomparable noble deed, one who lived with altruism and noble offset, without vice. Ironic. No. Fucking hilarious. Because that same “noble” bastard was nothing but the same pathetic shit-headed boy he’d always been... he’d just become better at hiding it behind the facade of indifference forced upon him. Naïve he was. Shunned from society, born from a backstreet whore’s thighs, raised with patronage, growing used to condescending looks. Hunger, fear, self-hate, and strife—all of it became the norm, all in order to reach his current self. And now? He was Isolated from the world, forced in a cell behind four impossibly thick walls of concrete and steel. Stolen from his sun, his purpose gone. He waited. Idle. Rotting. Waiting for anything. Anything... ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ANYTHING! And 'anything' finally came. In the form of [Terminus]. ----------------------------- [Disclaimer!]: I don't write anything related to harem or romance.

Global catastrophe, the end of the world! Yan Long accidentally inherited a god-level shelter and started hoarding millions of tons of supplies. Since then, he has become the only resource supplier and arms dealer in the apocalypse! While the others were still starving, he was enjoying a red wine steak! While others are cut off from electricity, he secretly turned on his nuclear power generating unit! Recruiting, this shelter only accepts young and beautiful women under the age of 25, and those over 25 are rough!" "You're a fighter pilot? Good! I'll give you two meals a day and meat every week." "Are you a big star? I'm sorry, we need people with actual skills!" Watch Yan Long as he dominates the post-apocalyptic planet while doing everything with ease, whether it's facing a tsunami, an earthquake, or the beginning of the Ice Age.

Book 3 of the "Alexander the Caracal" Series When Alexander comes face to face with the lynx that roams the estate that he calls home, the caracal finds himself wounded and experiencing things he never could have conceived possible.

Synopsis Dans un monde ancien divisé entre trois peuples — les Humains, les Elfes et les Orcs — la paix n’existe que par la séparation. Chaque royaume vit replié sur lui-même, enfermé dans ses lois, ses traditions et sa peur de l’autre. Au cœur de cette haine silencieuse naît un amour interdit entre un homme humain et une femme elfe. Leur relation, cachée et condamnée, donne naissance à un enfant hybride, symbole vivant d’un avenir que le monde refuse d’accepter. Accusée de trahison, la femme elfe est bannie de son royaume, tandis que l’homme abandonne tout pour protéger sa famille. Rejetés par les royaumes humains et elfes, ils trouvent refuge auprès du seul peuple qui ne les juge pas : les Orcs. Dans ce royaume méprisé, l’enfant grandit, porteur de trois héritages et d’un destin qui pourrait bouleverser l’équilibre du monde. Entre exil, identité et réconciliation impossible, cette histoire raconte la naissance d’une légende : celle d’un être né de l’amour, capable de briser les frontières que les peuples ont érigées depuis des siècles.

In an attempt to save his life, Prince Kuyopa is sent to a strange world by his mother, when their family is betrayed. With no hope of returning home, the prince sets out to start a new life and raise a family in Arakan. One day he stumbles upon an opportunity to return home and get his revenge. Will he do it? What will be the consequences? And what secrets does Arakan hold about his mother?

A long time ago, in 1453, the Middle Ages came to your end, after the Turks took Constantinople, the medieval fantasy ceased to exist with the arrival of the Turks, they killed all magical creatures in the whole of Europe; very few magical creatures took refuge outside Europe; Alvin the Wood-Elf, was one of the refugees, he took refuge alone in South America, until he discovered that he was not alone...

In times of war, anything is permitted In times of peace, love is all permitted A boy fleeing death, his eyes meet the boy of Paris A boy died what inside him and the other tries to plant flowers again A refugee from Iran to the land of love and a volunteer put balm on his wound ... Will love visit his heart? Will the past never repeat? It is a story of a war between shame and love A story about the struggle and power A story about real love came once in your life Tai, a refugee who fled Iran from death, meets with the volunteer Jungkook, will he allow him to fall in love again or will the death he fled from leave him?... Jungkook: Top Tai: Bottom I hope u like my story my first time at this app I love you

Lone agent soldier coming from the desert nation of Dunebia, Ame travels the world fighting off creatures of the void that infect the realm of Ozalia. Operating under a code name and feared amongst the armies of void, he is seemingly a calm person, yet quite lonely with no family. That is until he meets a strange girl with powers long extinct, and reuniting with a childhood friend, where fate decides to set off a butterfly effect to leave Ame's story to unfold. Author's Note: Please leave any kind of feedback, it helps out a ton. Make sure to tell your friends about the novel if you like it. Happy Reading!

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—"