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Long Yi, a fighter pilot, crossed over to the White Dragon Empire. In order to return to the skies, Long Yi enrolled at the Dragon Knight Academy. Here, he trained in Fighting Aura, practiced Mana, nurtured giant dragons, and harnessed the strength of a giant. Through continuous cultivation, he ultimately became an Imperial Dragon Knight.

The fallen Sky Knight was the sky's tears, and with altitude still at hand, he wouldn't give up, Blood and Fire and Iron descended from the heavens, Behold, the heavens were crying! The roaring soul was rising through the sky!!!

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

Dread Mage Vellichor; feared and old; and someone who has mastered wizardry at its core, is bored of life and the strenuous actions of the bigger picture. He just wants small, but meaningful interactions with life. And he starts with a little dead girl he called Sonder. --- The chapters are what I call bite-sized, (only around 400 to 700 words), and I'll try to upload a chapter every day except for the weekend.

Shiva was a 28-years old ordinary man who died in a car crash and was reborn with the power of Ghost Rider in the Twilight and TVD (The Vampire Diaries) world. . . . Arthur's Note: My grammar may not be the best, but I'm working on improving it. I don't own any of the characters, only my original character (OC). I would appreciate feedback and support if you enjoy the story. I will be updating it three to four days a week.

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

A captivating tale of supernatural intrigue, revenge, and forbidden love, where loyalty is tested, and the past holds the power to shape the future. In a realm where the line between the living and the dead is fragile, QingWu embarks on a dangerous mission to uncover the hidden truths of her past. Haunted by betrayal and her father's family's dark secrets, she seeks vengeance, ready to fight any force that stands in her way. But when a forbidden connection with Xiao Chenyuan, the formidable Dread King, begins to grow, her path to revenge becomes more complicated. Bound by ancient forces and trapped in a world of spirits, QingWu must confront the ghosts of those she’s lost while discovering her own power. As the tension between revenge and love rises, she must decide whether to let the past consume her or embrace the possibility of a future that could heal the wounds she’s carried for so long.

Ein gutaussehender Halbork mit einem massigen, von perfekten Muskeln erfüllten Körper steht da und trägt eine große Axt über einer Schulter. Seine neonblauen Augen beobachten die Leere, wartend auf jene, die seine Welt bedrohen würden. Riesige Kreaturen mit monströsen Gestalten, Bestien des Abgrunds, hier, um den Ork zu töten. Ihr wütendes Kreischen und ihre qualvollen Schreie erfüllten die Luft. Die Leichen dieser Monster umgeben seinen Körper und bilden seinen Thron des Schreckens. Sein langer Schwanz schlug nieder und verwandelte sie zu Brei, während er seine brutale Axt mit mächtigen Hieben einsetzte und sie in Stücke spaltete. „Diese Welt wird uns gehören; du kannst unsere Legion nicht aufhalten! Ork!“, tönte eine verzerrte und böse Stimme. „SEHT MICH AN!“, schrie der Ork, erfüllt von Zuversicht und Stolz. Trotzig umhüllte ihn ein violetter Nebel, als er sich selbst in ein Monster verwandelte, mit langen Greifenflügeln und scharfen Hörnern auf dem Kopf – einem massigen, muskulösen Körper und Beinen, die mit dicken Schuppen und schwarzen Hufen bedeckt waren. Bumm! Der Ork trat vor, sein Herz brannte vor Leidenschaft und Verlangen, als er mit einer dämonischen und verzerrten Stimme brüllte. „Ich bin der Dread Sovereign, ihr üblen Dämonen. Das ist MEINE Welt! Kehrt in euer Ödland zurück, um zu verrotten, oder STERBT!“ Er war ein Mantikor, der einzige männliche Mantikor, der je existiert hat. Er kämpft nicht für Macht. Nicht für Ruhm! Alistair „Raven“ Granbell kämpft nur für seine geliebten Frauen und weil er es LIEBT, gegen die Starken zu kämpfen und sie unter seiner Axt Mor'vaal zu zermalmen und zu beweisen, dass er seinen Titel als Dread Sovereign verdient.

Solomon’s life is simple. Find food. Avoid dying. Sneak onto ships. Repeat. A homeless orphan forced to flee his homeland after a brutal war, he has no relatives and even less money. His greatest talents are surviving (Barely), staying unnoticed (Easy when he’s anorexic), and finding salvageable meals out of dumpsters. So naturally, fate decides to throw him a bone. After a bizarre encounter drops him into the orbit of a prominent noble family, Solomon finds himself dragged into a world of power, danger, and people with entirely too many opinions about etiquette and honor. Suddenly, he has an earned brother who knows far too much for the average child, and a barrack full of obnoxious ten year olds. As they grow older, Solomon learns that his brother has many more secrets than he could have anticipated. Like the fact he used to be an immortal engine of destruction, and now, Solomon has to take up his mantle and protect the realm from five other undying beings. All while on the run from one of the most powerful swordsmen who’s ever lived. Which, honestly, feels like a lot of pressure for a boy who used to live in barrels. ———————--------- Character artwork is available on Discord! Come check it out! https://discord.gg/q68P5JPnNz {What to Expect: - I want to make this my most ambitious project yet. I hope the characters come across not only as well-thought-out, but also realistic and likable despite their faults. - All Smut chapters will end with a *. I've gotten some flak for not including enough... *ahem* “lemonade” in my works, so I'll work to find a healthier balance this time around while not cheapening the story. - There are two female leads. No, we're not expanding past those two. Poly. -Milf lovers rejoice. This one goes out to you. -Oh, and also, no NTR or nothin like that. All the homies hate NTR.

After seventy years of an unremarkable, mortal existence, Ethan dies,. Only to awaken reborn as Caelan Aestherisin, the young master of House Aestherisin, the most secretive and feared of the Five Nocturnal Houses. From the shadows, these ancient bloodlines rule the world through vast vampire legions, unseen yet absolute. Thrust into a realm of aristocratic monsters and eternal conspiracies, Caelan must adapt to life as a Nocturnal, royal vampires gifted with bizarre powers, bound by ruthless traditions, and entangled in dangerous, seductive politics where loyalty is fragile and ambition is lethal. Power is currency, dominance is survival, and morality is a relic of mortal weakness. As Caelan embraces his new nature, he begins a ruthless ascent. Nobles, mortals, and immortals alike fall under his influence as he builds a growing harem of devote beauties, bound to him through obsession, pain, pleasure, and absolute authority. In this world, intimacy is not weakness but control, and indulgence is a declaration of supremacy. Freed from death, judgment, and human morality, Caelan sinks deeper into a life of excess and domination. Power corrupts, pleasure amplifies it, and restraint becomes meaningless when the world itself bends to his will. His rise will not merely avert the world’s impending damnation, it will bring upon a new ring of absolute order, where Nocturnals, vampires, and humans are united under a single, unchallenged dominion. The age of shadows is ending. An age of domination is over the horizon. Warning: This story contains explicit adult themes, including violence, gore, and disturbing content (incest, and more). Reader discretion is advised. Schedule: New chapter = Monday and Wednesday. New chapter everyday on Patreon with exclusive character and chapter arts and bonus chapters PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/c/brekker/posts Only awaken as Caelan Aestherisin, the young master of the House Aestherisin. The most mysterious of five Nocturnal Houses that rule the world from shadow with their vampire armies. He has to come to terms with his new reality as a Nocturnal, who are royal vampires with strange abilities and even stranger interpersonal Relations. Follow him on his journey to dominate the royals and mundane alike, creates his Harem and tame beauties, corrupted by absolute power and dominion in his hands, unhinged from absolute power and pleasure, free from death, scrutiny and humane morals. For his arrival won't just save the world from its impending doom, it will give rise to the new absolute power for nocturnals, vampires and humans alike.