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“Don’t close your eyes or you all might miss the destruction of the world you cherished the most,” a seductive and cold voice echoed through the dark prison where captives were being kept. The sound of unhurried footsteps on the stone pavement reverberated like a countdown to the world destruction. After the stars fell, the world of Prism was plunged into uncertainty and was in the verge of destruction because of a threat still unknown to its inhabitants. Powers started to manifest, a war that was brewing on the horizon and a threat moving in the shadows, these events will either break or create the world anew. And now fallen from grace, Orion must now come to terms with the chaos that was about to begin. Secrets of how it all began will be revealed. Schemes had been executed. Kingdoms had started to fall. But nothing is what it seems in a world where the known became unknown. Fate will continue its course and it doesn’t matter whether he likes it or not. Will the hero appear or will the villain prevail? ---- P.S. I uploaded a new cover what do you think of it? Join me in my first ever novel here on Webnovel. Got any thoughts about it feel free to drop it on the comment box. That’s all, I hope you enjoy reading this work. Come talk to me on Discord @bluerabyss Instagram @bluerabyss Facebook @Abyss Grae (bluerabyss)

In the neon-drenched slums of Galvaris Prime, survival isn’t just a struggle—it’s an art. Sol, a resourceful young tech scavenger, has spent his life outsmarting gangsters, corrupt enforcers, and the ever-watchful eyes of the megacorporations that rule the city. But when a job goes wrong, he finds himself on the run, caught in a web of secrets far larger than he ever imagined. With only his wits, his skills, and an experimental system whispering in his mind, Sol must navigate a world where power is everything, and those without it are left to rot. The deeper he delves into the underbelly of the city, the clearer it becomes—his past, his future, and his very existence may hold more value than he ever realized. To break free, he’ll need to become more than just another forgotten remnant of the slums. (Usually post 3 chapter every night, sometimes more)

“You need a wife.” She said. “What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive. “I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. “Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline. “I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. Without giving him time to react, she kissed him. Damn! She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her. She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love. This was not love. Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more. And she should feel the same way. No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier. Then, she gradually pulled her lips away. “Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity. “No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his. Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it. “And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple. The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her. “As I said, marry me?” *** Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

Humans with the best genes supposedly became mindless zombies in a single second all due to failed evolution. Zombies evolved from level 1 to 2 on the first day of the Apocalypse. Animals evolved to become intelligent and started a war against humans for oppressing them for ages. •°•°•°•°•° A world in which zombies, Intelligent Evolved Animals are just the start of the apocalypse as something far worse is heading humanity's way. "Can this world get any crazier??" Jason asked as he looked at the sky unknowingly jinxing all the remaining human population on earth... Follow Jason and his group as they fight against all odds and help humanity survive something far worse than a Zombie Apocalypse.

Kael was a "rat"—a lowly stable boy in a frozen, brutal medieval world where Knights ruled with iron and Barbarians crushed skulls with bone clubs. His life was worth less than the manure he shoveled. That changed the night he butchered a Knight with a rusty dagger to pay a debt of blood. Chosen by the God of Slaughter, Kael awakens the Aether System. His cheat? The ability to project his soul into other worlds, live countless lives, and bring their powers back to reality—if he survives. But power is not free. It is bought with pain, time, and sanity. World 1: The Wild West. He spends a lifetime as "El Lobo," a legendary gunslinger. He returns with the muscle memory of a master marksman and a 12-gauge shotgun. World 2: The Martial Arts Realm. He trains for decades as a Wuxia disciple. He returns with internal energy that can shatter steel. Now, as the Kingdom faces war and monsters surge from the dark, the nobles sneer at the servant boy holding a strange metal tube. They chant spells. They draw enchanted swords. Kael takes a slow breath. He racks the slide. Click-clack. "Parry this."

After an intense battle against the Republic, General Grievous and his army are forced to land onto a planet called Remnant.

“You aren’t my real husband so you can’t tell me what to do.” “Does this feel fake to you?” Without warning, he grabbed both sides of my face and smashed his lips down onto mine in a heated kiss. Not only stealing my breath away but flipping my entire world on its axis. *** Dove has been through more than the average person and has just taken another blow with her mother’s health when she meets the attractive Miles Scott—a billionaire who is looking for a fake wife to get his grandfather off his back. Miles proposes a deal that Dove can’t resist—if she marries him, he will help pay for the surgeries her mother needs, and they can divorce after a year. Dove thought marrying Miles would be smooth sailing, but it’s anything but when the ghost from her past comes back to haunt her in the form of her ex-boyfriend and the events that scarred her that she tried to keep buried become unearthed. As Dove’s world spins on its axis, will she be able to come out the other side unscathed? And will her ‘fake marriage’ not be so fake after all? My Shotgun Marriage with the Billionaire CEO is created by A. B. Elwin, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

A tale as old as earth was used to chain a devilish creature. Many many years later, this creature’s essence has created conflict that strikes our hero. V, who has been thrown into a new world, tries to revert it back to the old. However this isn’t without trouble.

A boy comes home from the wilderness to find his family dead in the yard and something ancient and wrong burning in his chest where a collapsed cultivation site's remnant has taken root — something the most powerful sects in the region have been hunting and killing to suppress for four hundred years, something they will send assassins and response teams and council members and a man named Sovan to eliminate before it becomes what it was always meant to become. Ashen Throne follows Ian from a burnt village through wastelands and archives and mountain passes and a valley in the north where he builds the first restoration point in four centuries — not a weapon, not a sect, something the suppression never had a model for — while the organizations that killed his family send increasingly desperate configurations against something that cannot be eliminated because it is no longer a person, it is a fact, distributed at forty kilometers in every direction, carrying the names of everyone it cost and the truth of what was done to them into the qi of the surrounding province, permanent and irremovable, exactly as designed.

Right after Dmitry, a long-lost cousin, suddenly appeared, Emerald and Jade, the twins, find themselves delving deep in the world of the unseen, where ancient beasts, dead souls and night creatures exist. Too deep perhaps, as they uncover dark secrets of betrayal, murder, and longstanding lies. (The setting and the characters, the words and the chants---are all inspired by the ancient beliefs and the persisting culture of my tribe.) Sneak Peek: She took a step forward towards the dark but before she could take another, the beast, that was supposed to have vanished, came rushing towards her. She saw its claws and its teeth as it smiled. She thought that the beast ought to lunge at her neck. To her surprise the beast stood an inch away from her. It towered over her and Jade could feel it breathe. The beast tilted its head, observing the girl standing in front of it. “You came.” “Have you been expecting me?” Jade inquired. The beast laughed, “You are not scared. As expected from the true pure blood.” It was true. Jade did not cower. She did not fear this beast, and even she was surprised by how she felt. “True pure blood?” Jade asked. “Yes. Are you not?” Jade was confused. It was her first time to encounter a beast such as this and what it was telling made her more confused. “But its asleep. The blood in you.” Again, the beast grinned and walked backward returning to the covers of the dark, “Be careful little girl. The ashes are being blown away and the truth will no longer linger under the rubble. Long have we waited for our masters to rise from the soil soaked with blood. The man you seek comes to collect spilled blood and you dear child, are sought to be collected.”