sway zone wars

Draco had risen to the top of the world through his exploits in the legendary FIVR game, Boundless. After years of intense conflicts between his guild, Hellscape, and the guild of his former infidel lover, Darkrow, things came to a head when Draco conquered all. Now, nothing stood in his way of total conquest within the highly acclaimed second world of mankind, as he intended to fortify his new empire. Unfortunately, a timely assassination sent him back into the wheel of time for reincarnation, but not even the Gods gave him peace of death. Thrust into the past, Draco realized he'd been given a second chance at life to start from scratch, with all the knowledge of over fifteen years of almost absolute power in Boundless. Now, his path to glory will be far shorter and filled with more bloodshed than Hades could handle. ___________________________________________________________________________ WARNING: If you're the type to be triggered easily, please do not read.

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

In the city-state of Aethelburg, power isn’t just bought with money or blood, it’s bought with control. Control of the Spire. Control of the Wardens. Control of the ley-fed systems that keep the city alive. And when that still isn’t enough, people start reaching for the one place no law can truly patrol: the dreamscape. Konto is an unlicensed Dreamwalker, a psychic infiltrator who can enter a sleeping mind and survive what lurks inside it. But Dreamwalking isn’t clean work. It’s drowning in other people’s terror, taking psychic feedback straight to the nerves, and risking the kind of corruption that turns a human mind into a predator. When a high-ranking figure’s death is dismissed as an “accident,” Konto is pulled into an investigation with Liraya, a woman with the mind of a strategist and the nerve to challenge Aethelburg’s most protected institutions. The deeper they dig, the clearer the truth becomes: this wasn’t a single death. It’s a system. A weapon. A ritual. And at the center of it is Moros, a force capable of dragging nightmare-born horrors into waking life and bending minds until identity itself starts to unravel. As the city edges toward a mass psychic collapse, the Arcane Wardens close in, the Spire’s politics turn lethal, and Konto’s most personal grief becomes a target. Because in Aethelburg, there are worse fates than dying in your sleep. Sometimes, you wake up and realize the war has already started.

Zein était un Guide renégat vivant dans la terre abandonnée de la zone rouge, guidant pour de l'argent et la survie. Jusqu'à ce que la guilde avec laquelle il travaillait ait causé une tragédie. Animé par le chagrin et la culpabilité, Zein est devenu un guide mercenaire à la frontière de la Deathzone interdite, travaillant comme un moine suicidaire. Un jour, un Esper arrogant est soudainement apparu et lui a dit, « Si tu es tellement acharné à mourir, pourquoi ne viendrais-tu pas avec moi dans la Zone de la Mort ? » Une proposition étrange, un sourire nostalgique. Avait-il réellement déjà rencontré cet homme auparavant ? En suivant cet homme dans la zone mortelle, Zein trouvera-t-il le répit qu'il cherche, ou sera-t-il englouti dans une tempête ? Mais il n'y a pas de place pour l'amour dans la Zone de la Mort... n'est-ce pas ? * * * L'histoire se déroule dans un univers de Sentinelle, donc il y aura : - Sentinelle (Esper) et Guide - Donjon ! - Romance - Action - ...de l'érotisme ? ;) C'est une histoire d'amour (en quelque sorte) enrobée de péripéties du système de donjon, avec des capacités, de l'action et tout ce qui s'ensuit

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.

Der Beginn der Apokalypse brachte Chaos und Katastrophe über die Menschheit. Sie riss die Maske der Gesellschaft weg und enthüllte die darunter verborgene Grausamkeit. Ivy Ravencroft erlebte all das aus erster Hand. Ihre Familie war ungerecht und grausam, und sie misshandelten sie so schwer, dass sie erblindete. Ihr Geliebter starb bei dem Versuch, sie zu beschützen, und sie verbrachte die nächsten fünf Jahre im Kampf ums Überleben, bis sie schließlich in der Apokalypse starb. Doch dann erwachte Ivy wieder zum Leben, wiedergeboren im ersten Jahr der Apokalypse. Zunächst fühlte sie sich hoffnungslos. Wenn sie nur in eine Zeit vor der Apokalypse zurückgekehrt wäre, hätte sie Nahrung, Waffen und Vorräte sammeln können, um besser zu überleben. Trotzdem war sie für eines dankbar: Sie hatte ihre besondere Fähigkeit behalten, die Macht, Sichere Zonen zu erschaffen. Diesmal gab Ivy ein Versprechen ab. Sie würde ihren Geliebten beschützen, ihre wahre Familie finden und sich an allen rächen, die ihr Leid zugefügt hatten. .................................. "Hä? Warum liegt hier eine Bento-Box?" fragte Ivy verwirrt. "Welches Bento? Versuchst du mich wieder zu täuschen?" fragte Silas mit Traurigkeit in seinen Augen. "Dieses hier!" sagte Ivy und hielt die verpackte Mahlzeit hoch, während sie damit vor ihm wedelte. "Was zum... woher kommt das?" Silas starrte es schockiert an. Ivys Augen weiteten sich. Sie erkannte etwas: nur sie konnte diese Gegenstände sehen, und wenn sie sie aufhob, wurden sie real. "Kann... ich es von dir kaufen?" fragte Silas unsicher. "Natürlich. Aber ich werde es dir nicht umsonst geben." Ivy lächelte wie ein Fuchs. Silas schloss seine Augen; er war bereit für eine astronomische Forderung und sagte: "Okay. Sag mir, wie viele Goldbarren du haben willst." Ivy lächelte und neckte: "Ich will keine Goldbarren; die sind viel zu billig. Ich will einen Kuss." Silas: Wurde knallrot. Seine Untergebenen: "..." Diese Welle von Hundefutter war zu unerwartet! ....................................................... Mit den Vorräten, der Wahl einer Superkraft und einer Sichere Zone-Superkraft baute Ivy ihr eigenes Wohngebiet auf. Sie gewann Freundlichkeitsenergie und vervielfachte Vorräte mit Hilfe des Temporalen Speichers. Während andere Basen Mühe hatten, ein einfaches Haus zu bauen, nutzte sie ihren goldenen Finger, um luxuriöse Gebäude zu errichten und zu vermieten, wodurch sie zum großen Star in der Apokalypse wurde.

L'aube de l'apocalypse a apporté le chaos et le désastre à l'humanité. Elle a arraché le masque de la société et révélé la cruauté qui se cachait dessous. Ivy Ravencroft l'a vécu en première ligne. Sa famille était injuste et cruelle, et ils l'ont maltraitée au point qu'elle est devenue aveugle. Son amoureux est mort en essayant de la protéger, et elle a passé les cinq années suivantes à lutter pour survivre, jusqu'à ce qu'elle meure finalement dans l'apocalypse. Mais ensuite, Ivy s'est réveillée à nouveau, renaissant dans la première année de l'apocalypse. Au début, elle se sentait désespérée. Si seulement elle était revenue à une époque avant l'apocalypse, elle aurait pu rassembler de la nourriture, des armes et des provisions pour mieux survivre. Pourtant, elle était reconnaissante pour une chose : elle avait gardé sa capacité spéciale, le pouvoir de créer des zones sûres. Cette fois, Ivy a fait une promesse. Elle protégerait son amoureux, trouverait sa vraie famille et se vengerait de tous ceux qui lui avaient fait du mal. .................................. "Hein ? Pourquoi y a-t-il une boîte bento ici ?" demanda Ivy, confuse. "Quel bento ? Essaies-tu de me tromper encore ?" demanda Silas, la tristesse dans ses yeux. "Celui-ci !" dit Ivy, tenant le repas emballé et l'agitant devant lui. "Quoi... d'où vient-il ?" Silas le regarda, choqué. Les yeux d'Ivy s'élargirent. Elle réalisa quelque chose : elle seule pouvait voir ces objets, et quand elle les ramassait, ils devenaient réels. "Puis-je... te l'acheter ?" demanda Silas, incertain. "Bien sûr. Mais je ne te le donnerai pas gratuitement." Ivy sourit comme un renard. Silas ferma les yeux ; il était prêt à ce qu'elle exige quelque chose d'exorbitant et dit : "D'accord. Dis-moi combien de barres d'or tu veux." Ivy sourit et le taquina : "Je ne veux pas de barres d'or ; elles sont bien trop bon marché. Je veux un baiser." Silas : Rougissant fortement. Ses subordonnés : "..." Cette vague de nourriture pour chien était trop inattendue ! ....................................................... Avec les provisions, choisissant un super-pouvoir et un super-pouvoir de zone sûre, Ivy a construit sa propre zone résidentielle. Elle a gagné l'Énergie de Bonté et a multiplié les provisions avec l'aide du Stockage Temporel. Alors que d'autres bases luttaient pour construire une simple maison, elle a utilisé son doigt d'or pour créer des bâtiments luxueux et les louer, devenant ainsi la grande figure de l'apocalypse.

*Ping!!!* [New quest available] [Soul reaper : collect a hundred souls in forty days] [Penalty : Death] [Rewards : ????] ***** ********** ***** In a world graced with unparalleled technological advancement, his life deep within seemed to be running slow as ever. In a world where magical abilities was a norm, deep down, he felt empty and hopeless. Klaus Dean Jackson, a sixteen year old leading a carefree life and a subtle dream to go to the magical academy suddenly falls into a deep bottomless pit of anguish. He finds himself to be struck by luck but this is only momentary as what the future had in store for him, he wasn't prepared for. Losing everything in one night including his innocence, he is poised to do just about anything it takes to set himself free from his self inflicted prison. But obstacles along the way push him to take a route that inadvertently brings him closer to his heritage and he discovers there's more than there is to be discovered. Now fueled by anger, remorse and unbridled grit, he sets out on a journey he is not sure of which road to follow. Who is he? What is he? These are questions he must find answers to. _____________ *Warning!!* [Host is experiencing tremendous outpour of emotions] [Host's vital state is unstable] [Emergency protocol will be taken] [Demon tantrum activated] [All stats tripled].... .... *ADDITIONAL INFORMATION* CHECK THE DISCORD FOR CHARACTER ILLUSTRATIONS AND HOT TOPICS ABOUT THE NOVEL AND OTHER WORKS. [https://discord.gg/HK2h8R9skE] NOTE : Not my cover...will gladly take it down if owner wishes

Christine didn't know why her dreams were filled with angels. Little did she know she was a reincarnation of the Angel of War. Lucian who damned himself to follow his lover to earth was left broken to see her die over and over again. Uriel who always hid his feelings in the shadows will not back down. Who will win her love in the end? This is a slow burn romance. ------ Lucian took a step forward, Christine took a step back, her back hit the door. Lucian placed his hands on either side of her head pinning her in, his face came closer, she could feel his breath. "What does your gut tell you, Miss Parkins?" Christine couldn't think, she was already undressing him. She averted her gaze, he removed this right hand, placing his fingers under her chin. He forced her face gently so that she was looking into his eyes. "Do not look away from me, tell me what does your gut say?" Christine gulped. "M... My gut says you are hiding behind a barrier, you are not dangerous to me." Lucian smiled at her, he moved his face an inch closer, their noses almost touching. "I am a very dangerous man, Miss Parkins. Your gut is wrong." Christine's head was spinning, then why did he ask me what my gut says if he will only brush it off? Before she could muster a retort her cooking alarm went off. "That would be lunch." ---- Warning: This story does contain smut, R-18. Please proceed with caution. *Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me and all credit goes to the artist.

"You got to choose, me or him?" x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x Aiden Matautia, a hidden heir of the Matautia family situated in Switzerland, has escaped his own country to study in a much lesser place to be discovered. Unbeknownst to his knowledge, the young heir will meet three men that will change his life, either for the better or for the worst. What will happen to him once he met these people? And what adventures await to him in a foreign yet beautiful country? Read along and find out! x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x WARNING! The Alternate Ending is not for the faint of heart! Don't read if you are not into it. -COMPLETED, dated August 31, 2021 -This novel has won the Silver Tier of WPC #159 Female Lead - Love Is In The Air! -The cover id originally made by my friend, rosella0214. Thank u for the beautiful cover!