syzoth and ashrah

In the world of Dyzul, five planets orbit under a shared sun and moon — but only three sustain life. Power flows through every living being as Aura energy, a force that can summon fire, command water, call down thunder, forge weapons from raw energy, or heal the deepest wounds. Those who master it rise. Those who don't are left behind. On the planet Nopaxy, four continents are divided into sixteen countries, each ruled by its own king. Above them stand the Continent Kings, and above those, the Planet King — and towering over all three inhabited worlds sits the Uni King, ruler of the entire magical universe. Piron Shin is nobody. A quiet, friendless boy raised by a single mother after his father drank himself to death, Piron has spent his life unnoticed — average in the eyes of everyone except himself. But beneath his silence burns a dream considered impossible: to become the Uni King and remake a world that has never shown him mercy. His only real gift is healing, a skill inherited from his nurse mother and mastered to perfection. Everything else — his shields, his flames, his control — remains unfinished, fragile, only half-formed. Now, with a war-forged final exam ten days away — one that ends not in test scores, but in duels where death is permitted — Piron must become more than the boy no one noticed. Because in Dyzul, the world does not wait for the weak to catch up.

The iron in Syzespol is rotting, and the city has finally started to scream. ​Vargas is a man dragging a corpse of a life through the acidic filth of the Lower District. He’s held together by a 'Hip Clock'—a jagged piece of machinery jammed into his pelvis that grinds bone into powder every time he moves. He isn't just running for his life; he’s fighting for a son who is becoming a stranger. Brant’s skin is turning into clicking, oily plates, and his heartbeat has been replaced by the cold, rhythmic hum of an engine. The boy’s eyes don't see a father anymore; they only reflect the predatory hunger of the Grey Marshes. ​Old prisons are breathing again. Hunters are stalking the fog. As they descend toward the rusted spires where the air tastes like ammonia and burnt grease, Vargas faces a jagged, ugly truth: you can patch up the flesh, but you can’t save the soul. In a city built on the bones of the weak, the Industrial Furnace is always hungry. ​When they reach the bottom, the question isn’t who will survive—it’s whether anything human will be left to stand.

sky in love

Jace Welkins a once veteran artist who lived a normal life with his friend and partner John who was later murdered by serial killer. In resolve to find the killer and avenge the death of John, Jace works with the CIS agents who coincidentally stumbled on the killer Melanie O'Roarke is a sophisticated lady who also works as a CIS agent. Initially, she only sees Jace as an egoistical, annoying man, but then she starts to read between his words, and actions Please read, comment, and vote. Thank you

SYNOPSIS KYLYZAZ: SHADOW OF THE VOID In the frozen wasteland of Tin—a dying world of endless snow, brutal predators, and a society that turns a blind eye to murder—a monster walks among heroes. Once, he was Sergeant Kael, a decorated marine serving among the stars. Then a freak accident fused his DNA with an ancient lunar spirit, rewriting him into the galaxy's ultimate apex predator. Now he prowls the frozen deserts as Fenris Void, leader of the Kylyzaz: a ragtag team of animal-humanoid heroes who protect the desperate population from the Snapping Tea, the skittish reptilian beasts that devour livestock and threaten the living. But Fenris is no hero. Unflinching. Bad-mannered. Unsociable. Volatile. He doesn't protect because he cares—he hunts because the hunger inside him demands it. Driven by ego, shame, and a buried well of regret, he takes down threats with brutal efficiency, leaving a trail of corpses and whispered fear in his wake. His team needs him. The people fear him. And somewhere in the wreckage of who he used to be, Sergeant Kael is still screaming. When a mysterious ship crashes in the eastern bog, carrying an injured outsider from distant islands, Fenris faces a choice he's been avoiding for seven years: remain the monster everyone expects, or find the man he lost in the void. But the stars are watching. And what hunts in the nebulae is far worse than anything lurking beneath the ice. --- A dark, character-driven superhero webnovel for fans of morally ambiguous protagonists, brutal action, and worlds that feel as cold and unforgiving as the hearts of those who protect them.

The Almighty Being sends out guardian angels for everyone. But who in hell sent me a demon?!

This story takes place in a High School where the protagonist is surrounded by walking corpses. To survive he must work with the people around him to make it out alive.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.