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Supreme Asura also known with its original title as IMMORTAL DESTROYER is now available on AMAZON KINDLE AND AMAZON APP for Kindle edition and Physical books. Long time ago, Four Kingdoms continues to fight to seek for a higher power and dominance with each other. They even kill mercilessly inorder to survive the chaos being held in the co-kingdoms. Sky Flame Kingdom, Sky Ice Kingdom, Hollow Earth Kingdom and Wind Fury Kingdom, these kingdoms never ever back down to their feet and will never ever makes themselves look into the ground. It is said that the appearance of Dou City who brings peace to these lands in up to this days due to the Treaty of these four kingdoms. But how long could be a treaty will be effective or how could this piece of contract could longer sustain the upcoming wars would be plotted by each kingdoms to the other Kingdoms they held grudges? At the age of six, young Li Xiaolong realized the hardship of their lives caused by the bad and cruel treatment of the Sky Flame Kingdom that covered their clan which is the Li Clan. This is rumoured that their Li Clan in the past does make Sky Flame Kingdom enraged to them and until now it remains unsolved resulting to some devastating and misfortune of Li Clan in the hands of this kingdom. Li Clan considered to be a progressive clan in the past . Having some great achievement and foundation in those lands residing in those progressive clans but now they are being dumped in the barren lands in the Green Valley where they have to start to live again and continue with their own living. What used to be said to be in a prosperous life is now entrenched in the kingdom. Could they really survive in the hands of those high ranking officials of Sky Flame Kingdom if they are getting bolder and bolder each passing days and making some evil tricks up to their sleeves?!

A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression. Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment. [The cub has grown a little.] [Still too weak.] [How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.] Holly Wyatt: ... She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it... * Two years later. Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek. [Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!] [Give her back!!] * As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well. One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate! That was unacceptable! And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings. [The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.] [If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.] [Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.] Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."

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[On Hiatus, busy with other novel but I will not abandon this novel, thank you for your patience.] *WFP #29: Role Reversal Gold winner* *A BL Slice of life and romcom novel!* Who doesn't know Feng Xiaojun? Tall, handsome, rich, and also the CEO of Feng Group. He is a dream CEO that everybody imagined in that typical CEO romance story. But the CEO holds a deep, darkest secret imaginable... Feng Xiaojun is a hardcore, rotten Fudanshi who loves binge reading BL/Yaoi stories every time, even at work. "Sir, how about our meeting schedule this morning?" - Secretary Shi. "Reschedule it, I'm sick today," - Feng Xiajoun who binge read on Killing Stalking the whole night. *** This story has: - Your not so typical CEO. - Relatable, slice of life comedy about BL readers (Fujo/Fudanshi) - Cute BL romance! *Although slow, I will never drop this story, don't worry!* This is a side, fun project of mine! *** Original cover drawn by my friend, SleepyKola.

AUTHOR NOTE: 1 chapter a day - please leave comments if you'd like to change how the story progresses, as I typically leave a 1 week buffer to cover any extenuating circumstances. The most talentless disciple in the sect can hear every word you don't say. They call Mun-yeong a cracked vessel. A body that leaks qi as fast as he gathers it, a disciple who will never cultivate, the boy you send for water and forget by noon. For three years he swallowed it. He was patient. He was quiet. He was very good at being overlooked. Then the sect's golden prodigy put a boot to his spine and sent him off a cliff, cleanly, the way you throw out something broken. He should have died down there. Instead, in a cave the sect had forgotten, something ancient woke and poured itself into the one vessel empty enough to hold it. Now Mun-yeong hears them all. Every thought. Every lie. Every ugly secret the people around him would never say out loud. There's only one problem. His body is still a ruin. He can hear a strike coming and still be far too slow to stop it. So he won't reach for a sword. Not yet. He'll smile, and bow, and stay exactly as harmless as they need him to be. And while the whole murim looks down on the cracked vessel, he'll listen, and learn, and take it apart from the inside. The deadliest man in the murim isn't the one with the sharpest blade. It's the one who already knows what you'll do next. [ Heart-Hearing Art. First Gate, opening. ] [ Hear all. Reveal nothing. ] He intends to do both.

Seriously, do people these days still appreciate the beauty of poems? I mean, the hidden meaning of each line kept within minimal wordings. The need to not over-explain but get across the meaning just the same. That's how beautiful poems are. This is a poem compilation of a bugged mind, seeking purpose in life. Words you may not put into stories, you'll find here.

Posting here for fun. --- After eighteen years learning to seem normal, Aspen had almost convinced herself she could stay that way. But then again, normal girls usually don’t journal in treehouses and wait for the fairies to answer back. The day had almost kept its routine promise. Mother would work late, Jamie would text stupid things that he would deny were check-ins, and the treehouse would wait with blue mushroom light under the boards. Then one of the mushrooms bled. A single bead of blue sap swelled beneath the floorboards, brightened once, and dropped onto her pen. The pen that had found the only crack in her floor. The work of the fair. The next time she woke, it was in Lyra's corpse, coughing up ash in what should've been a bed. There was no bed. Just a cocoon, in a village carved into a dying god-tree. The inside of the tree was larger than weather, its upended gray trunk full of blue-lit corridors, sap channels, winged villagers, and scents that told her which strangers had mothers, work-sore hands, old griefs, and doors they expected to return through. Aspen has no scent. Not yet. The Hinterfolk know, instantly, that she should not exist. But nobody asks where she came from. Instead, they call her Hermit, and every time she answers, the borrowed body makes it easier. The village needs seven days from her. Seven days of ritual, silence, and pretending, before the thing that emptied Lyra comes back to look inside what hatched. The protractor on Aspen’s desk has started losing its numbers. She can still put it at the top right corner of her desk, orange plastic barely visible in her peripheral, but the white degree marks come back blank. Meanwhile, Lyra's wings know exactly how far to lift before a chair catches them. Lyra’s hands know the scars where the blue sap runs better. Lyra’s body keeps remembering what Aspen can’t. The human in her flinches from the flame. The sinner in her kneels close enough to catch. The moth in her mistakes the heat for home. In Hinter, these moths don't burn. They follow the Fayya.

*The Eternal’s Fragile Kindle* Elara Vance thought she was nothing more than a burden—an unpaid debt sold to a cold vampire lord to settle her uncle’s sins. Dragged into the obsidian world of House Thorne, she expects torment, silence, and a life lived in the shadow of monsters. Instead, she awakens something far more dangerous. Alaric Thorne is not a savior. He is not a monster. He is something older—an immortal lord who has buried his humanity beneath centuries of control. But Elara’s presence begins to fracture the perfection of his darkness, exposing emotions he thought long extinct. When blood is spilled, the truth of Elara’s lineage is revealed: she carries the legendary Hearth-Blood, a forbidden inheritance said to hold the power of the sun itself. Every vampire faction begins to hunt her, not for death—but for transformation. Her blood can turn immortals into sun-walkers… or erase them entirely. As war brews between ancient vampire Houses, hidden covens, and monstrous inquisitors, Elara and Alaric are forced into a desperate flight across cursed lands and forbidden mountains. But the deeper they go, the more horrifying the truth becomes—the Sun-Walker miracle is not a gift. It is a sacrifice. To awaken the light, something must be destroyed. And that destruction may begin with love. Now hunted by every supernatural power in existence, Elara must decide whether she is the cure the world needs—or the flame that will burn it down. And Alaric, the immortal who swore never to feel again, must choose between eternal darkness… or becoming human at the cost of everything he has ever been. In a world where monsters fear the dawn, one fragile bond may decide whether darkness reigns forever—or finally ends.

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...