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The world was attacked by wild beasts. Only those that fled survived settling on the unattacked part of the world. Building strong fortresses, walls and armies. After many years of settling, they discovered that they had changes in their lives with out physical ones; stronger, extremely wise! Physical ones appear in their off-springs like eye color change. Making factions to make good use of their abilities; the rulers'faction (strong), cultivators'faction (both but surpassing none) and the bwarts'(wise). Over years, there were many other factions due to intermarriages; archers, purposive and cleansed hearts. The rulers' faction took over the country dominating it as they were the strongest. They committed all crimes as they oppressed the others. Until, they eliminated the cleansed hearts as they were threats to Them framing them for treason. Arthur Zane the only hidden surviver of the cleansed hearts strives to survive and seek revenge for the death of his parents. Will he succeed in the cruel world of the rulers'?

This book is a new look on Heaven, Hell and Death. Ashlin is an archangel in Heaven's army yet when she is kidnapped by Layton (King of Hell) she gain a taste of the other side. The once pure soul was no longer able to look at Heaven as simply........... Perfect. Join her on a of love, laughter, attitude and pain. Allow me to carry you on a journey where you'll forget what has been taught and embrace what lies ahead. Preview Sleep refused to stay as the movement of chains met my ears, the air around me became still slowly suffocating me. Coughing, my eyes open to be met with electrifying green orbs, I quickly reached for my sword to find it missing. Looking up at the taller man he held my sword in his grasp. The silver blade that once held a shine was now bronze with rust. "I see the big man still doesn't want me to touch heavenly things" he dropped the sword to the floor. "Who are you, vile creature?" My voice held poison. "You don't recognize me?" I raised an eyebrow. "Well you aren't Jesus so no" he let out a dark chuckle. "I didn't know he made angels with sarcasm now" I struggle to get up from the bed as chains were wrapped around my body. "over time you learn to insult people by being polite. Just look in the mirror your whole existence is an insult to me" he near my bed side a physcopathic smile on his face. "It seems your father knows how to pick them. Fiesty, warrior and untouched? Mhmm he sure knows how to pick them" he ran a finger across my chest. The cloth burns away at his touch leaving a line exposing my breast. Narrowing my eyes at him, I try to extend my wings but stayed in their place. "Are you done yet?" "Master was right. No shame at all, he'll surely enjoy you, little angel, my name's Cleus, but you can just call me Death" with a wink a black circle appeared. Cleus walked through, the chains rattled and turned before I was also going through the black circle. Chains, it was never an accessory we hand the pleasure of wearing but humans did wether it was mental or physical they wore it. Some with their head held high others allowed it to drag them down. For me, it was uncomfortable and it would be much appreciated if they didn't exist at all. We soon entered Hell, the kingdom of damned souls, who enjoyed sins to the fullest in the mortal world, now here they are for eternity, maybe theyll learn to enjoy the torture as much as they once enjoyed sins. We enter a room that smelt of death and desperation.  It looked like one of the jail cells on earth, Cleus pushed me in and closed the gate. My face comforted the floor with it's warmth, as the chains tighten around my body. Coughing a scream left my lips, bones felt broken and I felt forsaken what have I done to meet this misfortune. I soon lost consciousness.

Taking place in the same universe as ZX:The Miscreants, Baron Protea Asylum: Grounded follows the harrowing experiences of patients trapped in a mysterious mental health facility where reality, memory, and time itself become unreliable. When Matthew Winters finds himself accused of brutal violence he can't remember committing, he begins to question everything about his treatment, his medication, and the true nature of his "illness." Meanwhile, siblings Gwen and Glenn Keene discover a key secret that they use to relive shared events over and over, each iteration revealing new horrors about the facility and the secrets hidden within its walls, and within themselves. As mysterious silver-blue marks appear on their skin and hallucinations blur the line between madness and reality, the patients must uncover the truth about their situation before time runs out. What are the pills really doing? Who is the dripping boy that haunts Matthew's visions? And why does the facility seem determined to keep certain memories locked away?

In a world ruled by the Kith, a species defined by their ability to transform their physiology into metallic alloys or harness raw elemental energy, society is governed by the strength of one’s bloodline. Most members of the Kith species at Valis Academy possess skin that shimmers with reflective chrome and pulses with high frequency electrical discharge. Vane is an anomaly within his species. He is the last of the Monolith Grade, an ancient architectural bloodline thought to be extinct. While others of his kind reflect the world around them, Vane’s power manifests as a light eating, ink like void. He is a predator of light in a world of mirrors. Following the slaughter of his companions by the Bylaws, malevolent entities that stand above the Kith, Vane is integrated into Valis Academy by General Kaine. Alongside his guide Nora, Vane must navigate the politics of his species while masking a power capable of unmaking the very foundations of their civilization.

Nathan Crosby has a gambling addiction that cost him almost everything he owns. When he tries to run out on newcomer Leroy in a backroom poker game, his troubles escalate. Leroy is not what he appears to be, nor does he have any intention of letting Nathan off the hook. On the contrary, he has an extremely interesting way of obtaining all he is owed.<br><br>Unfortunately for Nathan, the payment will be far larger than the initial debt. He will be marked by every lie he has ever told, and the punishment won’t end there -- he is forced to join a circus peopled with others who have crossed Leroy.<br><br>It isn’t all bad, though. He’s introduced to Karl, the circus strongman, whose caravan he shares, and the two develop strong feelings for one another. But is the love of a good man enough to soothe the agony Nathan must endure as part of his punishment? Is there an escape from his bizarre new life? And, if there is an end, will Karl be there with him to enjoy it?

The world had always been strange, but cryptids had taken it to a whole new level of bizarre. After a run-in with one of those creatures, I woke up to find out I had become an Esper. Of course, that meant the DPO wasted no time in recruiting me as one of their so-called "special agents." And my power? Oh, just the ability to turn any inanimate object into a cute, female humanoid construct with its own unique abilities. Because of course, in a world where the power scale was beyond broken, the government was rotten to the core, and reality itself had layers I never even knew existed, why not throw that into the mix? Now, as the new guy on the block, I had to figure out how to navigate this mess—before it got me killed. What to expect: *No harem (promise) *Strange powers *Cryptids (very strange cryptids) *World-building based on an altered reality *Lots of cute girls *An unexpectedly serious story

A young boy rewriting his love story against all odds. Changing the narrative and giving it what it really should be. He is going to be broken but he will certainly see the light.

“Aoi! Aoi!” Yunho says as he holds his son in his lap with excitement. The three old giggles as he claps his chubby hands together as he stands with his chubby legs on his father's lap looking at the huge flat-screen television. “You see momma!” Yunho says as he holds his son upon his lap as they are in the backroom of the stadium watching Jaejoong perform. Fumikomu ze akuseru Kake hiki wa nai sa sou da yo Yoru wo nukeru Nejikomu sa saigo ni Sashihiki zero sa, sou da yo Hibi wo kezuru Kokoro wo sotto hiraite Gyutto hiki yosetara Todoku yo kitto tsutau yo motto Saa Yunho grins at his son’s excitement and he then looks at the television and he closes his eyes for a bit as the grin never leaves his face. “Look at my pooch shine,” Yunho says under his breath as he removes Haru from his lap and sits the child next to him. Iki isoide shiboritotte Motsureru ashi dakedo mae yori Zutto sou, tooku e Ubaitotte tsukandatte Kimi ja nai nara Imi wa nai no sa Dakara motto... haruka kanata “Let’s go see momma backstage, Aoi,” Yunho says standing up and Aoi shakes his head with excitement and he jumps off the couch. Yunho puts on a pair of black sunglasses and he then grabs one of Aoi’s hands and leads him out of the backroom. They then start walking down an empty long hallway quietly as they make their way to the backstage area. Yunho walks with his eyes closed one hand holding Aoi’s and the other in his black fitted pants pocket. Yunho keeping his eyes closed hears another pair of steps other than his own and Aoi’s walking towards. Yunho slowly opens his eyes to see Changmin walking towards them with his lead guitar around his back and his hands stuffed into his pants pockets. Yunho smirks and he closes his eyes and continues to walk, and it was like time had stopped in slow motion as they passed each other. Changmin opened his eyes just a bit and he glanced at the child that Yunho is holding hands with.  A small frown graced itself upon Changmin’s face as he gazed at the child making Yunho smirk even further. Yunho then stops and Aoi looks at his father with confusion as to why they had stopped walking. Yunho then crouches down and he whispers something in Aoi’s ear and the child smiles as he runs ahead. Yunho then turned to fully look at Changmin and he slowly takes off his sunglasses to reveal his sharp hazel eyes. “Mhm, I see you recognized in knowing your place,” Yunho says under his breath making Changmin frown deep on his face. “You don’t love him- “Changmin starts but Yunho interrupts him. “And you do?” Yunho says with a light chuckle. “more like someone to please you the most,” Yunho says looking at Changmin with sharp eyes. “And like you didn’t do that as well. You don’t love Jaejoong you just want him around for your fucking ego…You only love yourself.” Changmin says with matching sharp eyes. Yunho shrugs his shoulders. “That’s funny because it sounds like you are describing yourself.” “You bastard,” Changmin says under his breath lowly. Yunho shrugs his shoulders again. “Call me what you want to cause in the end he came to me.” Says Yunho and with that he puts his sunglasses on and turns. “Ah, also you see whose's genes are the strongest,” Yunho says smirking as he knows he done hit a nerve in Changmin, and he starts walking away.

In a world where memories weave the fabric of reality, Michael finds himself transported to a city like no other—a place where the forgotten past breathes life into the present. It is a place where shadows of stories and fragments of experiences refuse to fade, existing in hidden corners and silent echoes. Here, every choice, every step, has the power to reshape history and carve pathways into the future. As Michael explores this strange, alluring city, he begins to sense an unseen force at work. Memories long dismissed resurface in the faces he encounters, each life a reflection of forgotten pains, untold joys, and unfinished stories. But he soon learns that to remember is not without risk: a single ripple can transform lives, unravel bonds, or alter reality itself. Drawn into a community of enigmatic storytellers, Michael stands at a crossroad. He faces the temptation to alter the past in the hope of creating a better future, yet the price of doing so remains unknown. Guided by an enigmatic woman and a storyteller whose words resonate with hidden truths, he must confront the weight of his own memories and the allure of influence. Caught between honoring the stories that shaped him and risking everything to change them, Michael’s journey unfolds in a delicate balance. The choice he makes could ignite hope in a world built on echoes, but it might also fracture the very foundation of existence. City of Echoes is a tale of memory, connection, and the intricate dance between fate and choice, where the past is as alive as the present, and every story—even the forgotten ones—has a life of its own.

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...