dune ost bene gesserit

Jasmine Towers ha sposato il miliardario Keith Acland in un matrimonio combinato destinato a beneficiare due famiglie potenti. Non c'era amore, né romanticismo—e Jasmine lo aveva accettato. Come moglie del CEO, si è dedicata a mantenere un'immagine perfetta e a crescere suo figlio per diventare il legittimo erede della famiglia Acland. Tutto crolla quando l'ex amante di Keith ritorna... con un bambino che sostiene essere suo. Dall'oggi al domani, la posizione di Jasmine viene messa in discussione. L'eredità di suo figlio è minacciata. E la donna che un tempo stava silenziosamente accanto a suo marito viene cacciata dalla propria casa. Tradita dal marito e abbandonata dall'alta società, Jasmine è costretta a una spietata battaglia per la sopravvivenza—dove perdere significa vedere suo figlio perdere tutto. In un mondo governato dal potere, dal lignaggio e dal denaro, Jasmine deve combattere per proteggere suo figlio... e riprendersi ciò che le è stato sottratto.

The War of Blood has lasted for centuries. On the night the Sage Kingdom fell, Queen Yusa put her four-day-old son in a wooden box and hid him with magic. Her brother Arthava took the crown. ​ Thieves stole the box. They thought it was gold. That baby is now twelve-year-old Luis Nimero. He lives in a border town with his adoptive parents — a retired mage and a blacksmith. He trains every morning with his uncle Jack, the kingdom's third-ranked swordsman, and his best friends Rio and Lily. ​ The town Appraise says Luis has normal human energy. So why did a queen die to hide him?

In an empire where prophecies are woven by the Bene Gesserit and the Noble Houses battle in an ancient power game, some are born marked not by destiny... but by the fear they inspire. Kael Atreides, firstborn of Leto and Jessica, was not conceived to be a mere cog in the Brotherhood's schemes. From birth, his abilities defied expectations, and the Reverend Mothers saw in him a threat that not even the Kwisatz Haderach could contain. The decision was stark: banishment. No trial. No explanation. Only an order sealed by silence. Aboard a rudderless pod, Kael was launched beyond the known routes, into the eternal void... until the void answered. In the farthest reaches of the universe, where neither CHOAM nor the Emperor could cast their gaze, a colossus of metal and mystery awaited him: a Ring forgotten by human history. There, an ancient intelligence—a Monitor of the Installation—saw not a lost child, but the worthy heir to an impossible legacy. Raised among titanic structures and the secrets of a technology that defied the laws of the Empire, Kael grew up far from Arrakis, from the intrigues of the Landsraad, and from the echo of the spice. But he did not forget his name. Nor his blood. Years later, when the Monitor declares his apprenticeship over, Kael returns to the known universe—not as the exiled son, but as the wielder of a power the Great Houses cannot understand or confront. As Paul Atreides faces his own destiny in the arena of Arrakis, Kael contemplates a broader horizon: He will not fight for a throne... He will fight to rewrite the rules of the game. But even in his unstoppable rise, questions haunt him: Is he master of his own will, or just another cog in a design even more ancient than the Bene Gesserit? Can a man molded by machines retain his humanity... or is Kael Atreides the first emperor of a new age where flesh no longer rules?

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

“Born of fire. Marked by starlight. He was never meant to exist… yet his return will burn the skies.” ….. In the ancient realms where elemental spirits rule, a forbidden love once shattered the laws of the heavens. Malik al-Nar, the fierce and noble King of the Vaeks—beings born of sacred fire—fell in love with Serah of the Zawba’a, a celestial priestess descended from stars. Their union was a cosmic sin. Their child, Ruhail, was an abomination. Torn from his parents and hidden in exile, Ruhail grew in the shadows of forgotten ruins, unclaimed by the fire realm that rejected him and unwelcome by the celestial beings who exiled his mother. He is neither Zaek… nor Zawba’a. He is dusk. A soul born at the moment of twilight—where flame meets star and prophecy bleeds into truth. he lived in ruins for hundreds of years, wondering in the desert with no purpose in life, but soon a waman comes in his life, who finally gives him a reason to live and search for his Home

Axe is a lone warrior, feared for her unmatched brutality in the depths of dark and mysterious dungeons. While other fighters form parties, she carves her path alone, earning a reputation as the most ruthless monster slayer. Rumors say she rejects all companionship—but fate has other plans. Soon, she will find herself forced to team up with one of the most influential people in the land… the princess. Whether she wants to or not.

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: "..."

Good news: You've awakened. Bad news: You're the villainess. Renee Jennings accidentally obtains a system, allowing her to break free from the plot's control by completing missions. Renee Jennings: "Wait a minute, what's with all the animal dictionaries as a reward?" System: [They can give you an affinity with animals.] Renee Jennings: "Why?" System: [Because a villainess has no affinity with people.] Renee Jennings: "…" This joke is not that funny... * After unlocking animal languages, Renee Jennings embarks on a path of no return— Leading dogs to save a blind woman being stalked by a pervert. Reporting an evil old man who murdered his wife and hid her body, thanks to rats. Helping a kitten catch the murderer who killed its owner and buried the body. Finding tens of millions in stolen goods based on intel from birds. * While others are petting cats, Renee Jennings is riding a tiger. While others are falling in love, Renee Jennings is solving crimes. While others are getting married, Renee Jennings is rescuing endangered animals. While others are having kids, Renee Jennings is serving her country.

On the verge of death from illness, Yu Zhizhi transmigrates to the Beast World Planet, becoming the lowest-ranking plaything for slaughter. Her destiny was supposed to be a direct slaughter by powerful figures gone Berserk in their beast forms. Fortunately, she awakened the Childbirth System, and the style of the story suddenly changed— The maddened and fallen monster (Wolf): "I'll give you a choice, love me, or be bitten to death by me?" The evil Duke (Snake): "Beautiful maiden, please fall into the abyss of desire with me." The tyrannical Imperial Marshal (Shark): "I command you, you are only permitted to love me!" The wildly arrogant Crown Prince (Tiger): "I will kill all the males who covet you!!" (The list of Beast Husbands is expanding—) As the lowest-ranking female, Yu Zhizhi is doted on wildly by the powerful figures, undergoing Evolution all the way to the top-tier Rare grade and becoming the most noble existence in the Beast World Empire!

Modern forensic doctor Xu Jing transmigrates into an arrogant, reckless woman who just got divorced by her husband. Facing such a pitiful start, Xu Jing remains calm, understanding that life must go on. One day, The Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Xiao Yi, comes to Anping County for official business. A Government Official brings a woman in, but she remains unflustered, looking up calmly to say: "This common woman requests to prove her innocence." Xiao Yi is shocked to find that his ex-wife not only has a changed personality but also can perform autopsies and solve cases. Her medical skills are extraordinarily impressive. Xiao Yi can't stay calm and personally visits Xu Jing to request an autopsy. Xu Jing: "Sure, an autopsy costs one silver." Xiao Yi: "..."