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I en verden, hvor besværgere besidder magten til at fremkalde vampyrer, elvere, engle, dæmoner og alle humanoide skabninger fra alle riger, opdagede Nathan, at han var ude af stand til at fremkalde andre væsener end bæster. Disse bæster er dog ikke almindelige bæster. De er guddommelige væsener, der engang var på samme niveau, hvis ikke højere, end de legendariske skabninger, verdenen nogensinde har kendt. Når han kaster blikket til venstre, ser Nathan talrige besværgere ledsaget af dæmonkonger, ærkeengle, vampyrforfædre og andre legendariske væsener. Vender han sig mod højre, venter en massiv hær af fremmede symbionter på at angribe. Der var ingen frygt i hans øjne, for ved hans venstre side står en majestætisk ulv, som har dræbt en gud, den legendariske ottehovedede slange snor sig ved hans højre side, over ham er fuglen, der lyser som solen, og bag ham er en drage, der engang gnavede af verdenstræets rødder. “Lad krigen begynde.”

Jeg udstødte en bitter latter. "Det er ironisk, er det ikke? I har brugt årevis på at gøre mit liv til et helvede på jord, og nu ser I på mig, som om jeg er selve den luft, I indånder." Lennox' ansigt faldt sammen. "Olivia, det var ikke meningen, det skulle være sådan her—" Jeg afbrød ham med øjne, der blussede af vrede. "Jo, det var det. I ville have mig knækket. I ville have mig til at lide. Og det gjorde jeg." Jeg holdt en pause, og min stemme skælvede. "Men ikke længere." Louis, som havde været tavs, sagde sagte: "Olivia, vi—" Jeg rystede på hovedet og tog et skridt tilbage for at skabe afstand mellem os. "Nej. Uanset hvad I tror, I føler, er det ligegyldigt. Det er for sent. I havde et valg. Og hver eneste gang valgte I hende. Igen og igen valgte I Anita." Levi rystede på hovedet. "Vi tog fejl." Jeg mødte deres blikke. "Ja, det gjorde I. Og nu må I leve med det." Med de ord vendte jeg mig om og nægtede at lade dem se de tårer, der brændte i mine øjne. •••••••• Olivia Parker var engang den elskede datter af en respekteret Gamma—indtil forræderi knuste hendes verden. Stemplet som datter af en forræder blev hun frataget sin titel, sin værdighed og det liv, hun havde kendt, og tvunget til at tjene som en Omega blandt dem, der engang respekterede hende. Men Skæbnen var ikke færdig med hende endnu. På aftenen for parringsceremonien opdagede Olivia den grusomste af alle skæbnens luner—hun var ikke bestemt for kun én mage, men tre. Og ikke bare hvilke som helst tre. Alfa Lennox, Alfa Louis og Alfa Levi—de hensynsløse trillinge-Alfaer, som havde brugt årevis på at pine hende. Bundet til et ægteskab, de aldrig havde ønsket, gjorde trillingerne hendes liv til et vågent mareridt. De fremviste deres elskerinde, Anita, foran hende og sørgede for, at hun aldrig glemte sin plads, aldrig glemte, at de aldrig ville have hende. Men Skæbnen har sin egen måde at spille spillet på. Som hemmeligheder afsløres og begravede sandheder kommer frem i lyset, begynder trillingerne at se Olivia for den, hun virkelig er—ikke bare en Luna af titel, men den kvinde, de aldrig indså, de havde brug for. Men nu er hun færdig med at vente.

Caelan war bereits seit zehn vollen Jahren transmigriert, doch er hatte immer noch keine Klasse oder kein Talent erweckt. Alles nur, weil das System ihm vor dem Erwecken zwei völlig unverschämte Voraussetzungs-Quests zugewiesen hatte: Führe die grundlegende Schwerttechnik 100.000 Mal aus Schmiede 10.000 Schwerter Ding! Alle Voraussetzungs-Quests wurden vom Host abgeschlossen. Einzigartige Klasse erhalten: Weißer Schwertkämpfer! Einzigartiges Talent erhalten: Fertigkeitenaufstieg! Der Host kann Goldmünzen ausgeben, um jede beliebige Fähigkeit direkt auf das maximale Level (Lv. 100) aufzuwerten. Ding! Die anfängliche Belohnung für die Systembindung wurde zugestellt. Herzlichen Glückwunsch! Talent-Evolution ausgelöst! Einzigartiges Talent erhalten: Unendlicher Aufstieg! Der Host kann Gold ausgeben, um jede Fähigkeit bis auf Lv. 99.999 aufzuwerten! Was?! Lv. 99.999?! Die Fähigkeiten anderer Leute sind auf Lv. 100 begrenzt, aber meine gehen alle bis Lv. 99.999! Und ich kann sie aufwerten, solange ich Geld habe?! Beim Anblick seines prall gefüllten Geldbeutels erschien ein leises Lächeln in Caelans Mundwinkel. Nachdem er zehn Jahre lang transmigriert war, war er immer noch der junge Meister einer unsichtbaren Tycoon-Familie— wenn es eine Sache gab, an der es Caelan nie mangelte, dann war es Geld. …… Viele Jahre später, vor dem Rat des Flusses der Zeit— "„Also ist dieser Test doch noch gescheitert.“" "„Ja. Vergiss es. Löschen wir einfach alle Welten auf dieser Zweig-Zeitlinie.“" In diesem Moment erschien eine schmale Gestalt vor dem Rat. "„Wer da?“" "„Wie hast du die Dimensionsgrenze durchbrochen?“" …… Die einzige Antwort war eine endlose Stille. Du hast einen einzigen Finger gehoben und gesagt, "„Komm.“" In einem Augenblick vereinten sich unzählige Nebenflüsse des Flusses der Zeit an deiner Fingerspitze, und verdichteten sich zu einem halbtransparenten Schwert. "„Jetzt,“" "„ist die Zeit der Abrechnung gekommen.“"

Jingga Athalia, an orphan who has lived in an orphanage since she was 10 years old. However, fate said otherwise, who would have thought that 10 years had passed, Jingga would be forcibly matched with a handsome man who had taken the lives of both of his parents without Jingga knowing. Even rejection sometimes has no equal if fate has spoken. But in fact, without an arranged marriage, this love bond had been formed long ago before Arseno lost his past memory, but fate seemed to bring them together again in a painful way until finally love grew back on a sharp thorn. "If it wasn't you, I can assure you that this marriage will be very happy." Jingga Athalia said. "I used to think that this meeting was the most painful thing but I was wrong because it was the fear of separation that broke me the most." Arseno Keane. Find Me : Queensilver10 Cover by Webnovel Design

Alternate Title: Returning As The 1069th Apostle! Synop-sis: "What is this bloody scroll?" Iwan shouted at the red screen that covered his sight. He wouldn't have done so if he wasn't getting tortured at the moment. From being a talentless individual according to the Martial Society's standards to becoming a target of the craziest Sect Leader of one of the three top sects of the Orthodox Faction, Iwan would have never imagined that he would end up going to the mountain of Greek Gods by simply standing on a key. But, that was only the beginning of the twists in his life that were going to unfold one by one. ( Congratulations! ) ( You Have Become The 1069th Apostle Of The One That Illuminates ) 'Congratulations?' ( Two Titles Have Been Acquired After Taking The Oath Of Slavery ) ( Title Unlocked: Apostle Of The Sixth Light! ) ( Title Unlocked: Lower Guest Of Olympus! ) "I only told him my name, and now I am a slave?" ( The Ultimate Weapon Has Been Acquired! ) "My truck's key is my ultimate weapon?" With his new titles and weapon, Iwan will return to Earth which has changed rapidly during the time of his absence. This is the Birth of The Hero. This is the Birth of The Truck-Kun. This is the Birth of The Savior. This is the story of the Warrior Iwan. (Flopped)

Jessica and Fauzan have been in a relationship for six years. They have tried to understand each other inside and out.     They both have families that are not harmonious but still try to be fine.      From friendship too, to support each other until no one can make their relationship stretch.    However, such a thing as a relationship is not possible without problems. From the third person, they have been through selfish, overprotective, toxic relationships.    if friendly the past will only be a lesson without suffering. However, not all of these expectations were realized. A third person comes back and intends to destroy their relationship.    Then, will Jessica and Fauzan be able to maintain their relationship and defeat all these parasites?

A Plant Master from a prosperous magical era died and reincarnated as a physically defective Sub-Beast on the Beastman Continent. Orphaned right after birth, he was raised by the entire tribe. Kaelen thought he would live a peaceful, uneventful life until the end of his days. Unexpectedly, during an instance where he accidentally wandered into a cave where a beastman was in a state of frenzy, he was violated by the beastman Sane. After that unintended night, neither of them liked the other, so they reached a secret agreement to keep the matter quiet. Sane took responsibility for providing Kaelen with daily necessities and various new seeds until one of them found a mate. Thanks to these supplies, Kaelen began using his Plant Master abilities from his past life to farm step by step, transforming the barren land around his house into a lush, little green farm. What Sane didn't expect was that the more he interacted with Kaelen, watching how quietly and gently Kaelen cared for each young sprout, the more adorable he found Kaelen to be. Sane grew to like being around Kaelen more and more, constantly reminiscing about the fresh scent of grass and vegetation lingering on Kaelen's body. Could it be... I've fallen for him? While Sane was still tangled up in his own feelings and had yet to realize that Kaelen's body was secretly gestating a little egg, Kaelen's bountiful magical harvests had already alerted the outside world. A whole bunch of stinky beastmen with formidable backgrounds began swarming around his soft, sweet-smelling darling to vie for Kaelen's attention. There was the incredibly arrogant Young Chief of the Lion Tribe, the fierce Intermediate Warrior of the High City, the Oracle of the Temple holding supreme authority... Sane: “...” Get lost, all of you! That's my son's Papa!

[FREE] A small town. A girl with a dangerous destiny. And a war between creatures that refuse to stay hidden. In the Kserton Trilogy, seventeen-year-old Asya Chernaia is thrust into a supernatural underworld of vampires, werewolves, and ancient curses. Each choice she makes pulls her deeper into a conflict that threatens her family, her first love, and her very humanity. From the thrill of forbidden romance to the terror of betrayal, this trilogy is a pulse-pounding journey through love, loss, and the razor’s edge between survival and surrender. First love. First heartbreak. First taste of blood. Love triangle and slowburn included.

Un Maestro delle Piante di una prospera era magica morì e si reincarnò in una Sub-Bestia con difetti fisici nel Continente degli Uomini-Bestia. Orfano subito dopo la nascita, fu cresciuto dall'intera tribù. Kaelen pensava che avrebbe vissuto una vita pacifica e tranquilla fino alla fine dei suoi giorni. Inaspettatamente, durante un'occasione in cui si avventurò per caso in una grotta dove un uomo-bestia era in preda alla frenesia, fu violato dall'uomo-bestia Sane. Dopo quella notte non voluta, nessuno dei due provava simpatia per l'altro, così raggiunsero un accordo segreto per mantenere il silenzio sulla questione. Sane si assunse la responsabilità di fornire a Kaelen le necessità quotidiane e vari semi nuovi fino a quando uno dei due non avesse trovato un compagno. Grazie a queste forniture, Kaelen iniziò a usare le sue abilità di Maestro delle Piante della sua vita passata per coltivare passo dopo passo, trasformando la terra arida intorno a casa sua in una piccola e rigogliosa fattoria verde. Ciò che Sane non si aspettava era che più interagiva con Kaelen, osservando come Kaelen si prendesse cura in modo silenzioso e delicato di ogni giovane germoglio, più adorabile lo trovava. A Sane iniziò a piacere sempre di più stare vicino a Kaelen, ripensando costantemente al fresco profumo di erba e vegetazione che aleggiava sul corpo di Kaelen. Che sia... mi sono innamorato di lui? Mentre Sane era ancora ingarbugliato nei propri sentimenti e non si era ancora reso conto che il corpo di Kaelen stava segretamente gestando un piccolo uovo, i copiosi raccolti magici di Kaelen avevano già allertato il mondo esterno. Un'intera schiera di puzzolenti uomini-bestia con background formidabili iniziò a ronzare attorno al suo tesoro morbido e dal dolce profumo per contendersi l'attenzione di Kaelen. C'erano l'incredibilmente arrogante Giovane Capo della Tribù del Leone, il feroce Guerriero Intermedio della Città Alta, l'Oracolo del Tempio che deteneva l'autorità suprema... Sane: "..." Sparite, tutti quanti! Quello è il Papà di mio figlio!

Um Mestre das Plantas de uma próspera era mágica morreu e reencarnou como uma Sub-Besta fisicamente defeituosa no Continente das Feras. Órfão logo após o nascimento, ele foi criado pela tribo inteira. Kaelen pensou que viveria uma vida pacífica e sem intercorrências até o fim de seus dias. Inesperadamente, em uma ocasião em que ele acidentalmente entrou em uma caverna onde um homem-besta estava em estado de frenesi, ele foi violado pelo homem-besta Sane. Depois daquela noite não intencional, nenhum dos dois gostava do outro, então eles fizeram um acordo secreto para manter o assunto em sigilo. Sane assumiu a responsabilidade de fornecer a Kaelen as necessidades diárias e várias sementes novas até que um deles encontrasse um parceiro. Graças a esses suprimentos, Kaelen começou a usar suas habilidades de Mestre das Plantas de sua vida passada para cultivar passo a passo, transformando a terra estéril ao redor de sua casa em uma pequena e exuberante fazenda verde. O que Sane não esperava era que, quanto mais ele interagia com Kaelen, observando como Kaelen cuidava silenciosa e gentilmente de cada jovem broto, mais adorável ele achava Kaelen. Sane passou a gostar cada vez mais de estar perto de Kaelen, constantemente relembrando o cheiro fresco de grama e vegetação que permanecia no corpo de Kaelen. Será que... eu me apaixonei por ele? Enquanto Sane ainda estava enrolado em seus próprios sentimentos e ainda não havia percebido que o corpo de Kaelen estava secretamente gestando um pequeno ovo, as abundantes colheitas mágicas de Kaelen já haviam alertado o mundo exterior. Um monte de homens-besta fedorentos com origens formidáveis começou a se aglomerar em torno de seu querido macio e cheiroso para disputar a atenção de Kaelen. Havia o Jovem Chefe incrivelmente arrogante da Tribo do Leão, o feroz Guerreiro Intermediário da Cidade Alta, o Oráculo do Templo detentor da autoridade suprema... Sane: “...” Desapareçam, todos vocês! Esse é o Papa do meu filho!