kraven spectacular

Hope Lauren has read her share of comics. She’s seen supers around her city and even been saved by some on occasion. And she always hoped that she’d be able to join them.  With Jack, her grizzled older mentor with secrets that could shake the world, and Pantheon, a new team of heroes, Hope will have to fight against monumental odds to save Oleander City.  In a world of action, comedy, tragedy, and adventure, there’s plenty for a new hero to do. *Readers can expect a mostly adventure-themed superhero journey that will include a slice of life, action, and hopefully exciting world-building. It will also contain a slow-burn GL/Yuri plotline, which I'll eventually get to when I feel like it, I guess. This will be a very long story with many arcs* New chapter every Monday and Friday. Want to buy me a sandwich? Send me some money! https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/ChaseWard2020

In a world where magical portals and dangerous beasts keep appearing, humanity has organized ranks for heroes, from Rank F to Rank S. The strongest fight for fame and fortune, but there's one problem: while the world is teeming with S-ranked prodigies, one Rank F hero, Rin Park, seems to always end up saving the day—accidentally. On the surface, Rin is your typical F-ranked hero, barely passing the entrance exam and assigned to a tiny town with little to no action. But unbeknownst to everyone, Rin has a peculiar gift: he attracts bad luck. If there's a powerful enemy, they will somehow end up stumbling upon Rin, often resulting in a chaotic, explosive battle where Rin emerges victorious… by sheer accident.

Despues de que a Peter Parker le mordiera una araña radioactiva, sorprendentemente obtiene poderes. Tendra que enfrentar a fuertes villanos y muchas responsabilidades, aunque eso no es un gran problema, ¡¡el problema esta en enfrentar a ¿¿las chicas??!!

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.

Born with a power that every greedy creature would want to have, Celestia Ivone had to hide from the evil witches that were haunting her because of it. In Mystical Institute, she found another home and a safe place. She met friends, enemies, and her mate who would fight along with her in her battle. She grew to be more powerful with the help of the creatures at the Institute. However, possessing such a great power doesn't allow her to live quietly and peacefully for a long time. The witches found her and continued to execute their plan to capture her. Join Celestia as she and her friends struggled to keep her safe and away from the witches, and let her have the happily ever after she wants with her mate.

“If the world is going to end, at least make it spectacular. “ A 13 year old that has a slight pottymouth is on the run from the end of the world. Everyone he knows is dead, and he thinks he’s by himself. So he thinks.

Challenges, whether uncomplicated or complicated, should be faced in the best good way possible. Ezna is faced with one big challenge and all she does is run away and is faced with more terrible challenges including abduction, near murder and rape due to her faith and strong willpower. She finds her new self, an undistracted Okra. The perfect nutrition for Rehoboth Fanaka's life. He helps her run to God the Almighty for help. Piece of advice; do not let people control the who you are for their own benefits. If they are, get yourself out of that bond.

Zhao Feng, Dövüş Sanatları Eğitim Alanı'nda akranlarından daha iyi olduğunu kanıtlamak için çok çalışır, ancak tam vazgeçmek üzereyken, gizemli siyah, mermer benzeri bir nesne sol gözüyle birleşerek ona kadim tanrıların güçlerini bahşeder. Yeni kazandığı güçleriyle Zhao Feng, tüm zamanların en büyük dövüş sanatçısı olma yolunda bir yolculuğa çıkar.

Kehidupan Cakrawala berubah menjadi hancur saat diasingkan sendiri dengan keluarganya. Sikap Cakrawala menjadi kejam dan tidak memiliki hati. Dengan sejuta julukannya semakin membuat banyak orang takut kepada dirinya. Sebuah dendam harus Cakrawala tuntaskan agar nyawa dibayar dengan nyawa. Salah langkah maka dia akan lenyap. Avani Shafa Cyrena, kepindahannya di Jakarta karena harus menelusuri kasus kematian sahabat kecilnya. Kematian yang menurutnya sangat tidak masuk akal. Namun dalam sebuah acara Shafa harus bertemu dengan Cakrawala si kejam dan tak punya hati. Siapa sangka jika mereka memiliki niat dan satu tujuan yang sama. Apa Cakrawala berhasil membalaskan dendam masa lalunya tanpa harus salah langkah dan lenyap ? atau sebaliknya dan semakin membuat rumit masalah ini ? Bagimana dengan Shafa yang harus memecahkan labirin kematian sahabat kecilnya ? Akankah Shafa dan Cakrawala menjadi satu dengan sebuah rencana pembalasan dendam ?

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?"