shadowheart cleric of selune

"Seven years ago, in a holy war, both the second-generation leader and the prophet of the Voodoo sect died." At the prestigious Cleric Academy, Florence. "Now that the Voodoo sect has been branded a heresy, who is its third-generation leader, and where on earth could they possibly be?" Only I knew the answer. The third leader of the Voodoo sect is a new student at Florence, and right now, is standing among them in the assembly hall. You ask how I know? Because I am the leader.

Eldraus was once a normal world , peaceful, beautiful and full of life, much like Earth. But everything changed when the Beast Mutation began. Animals started turning into terrifying monsters larger, stronger, and unnaturally violent. Kingdoms fell. Cities burned. Humanity was pushed to the edge of extinction. Then came the System, a mysterious power that awakened within humans, granting them abilities to fight back. Over time, the system became a part of everyday life. Every person now awakens with a System, ranked from the weakest gray to the legendary black and above. This is a world where strength rules, and the weak are left behind. Kaelen Maglor, son of a noble, awakens with a rare black support system. People mock him, expecting him to be a healer. But Kaelen has no intention of following their path. He chooses to walk his own. With danger rising and powerful enemies lurking, Kaelen enters a deadly academy that trains the next generation of fighters. There, he will uncover secrets, face deadly trials, and learn that the system that grants power... might also be hiding a terrifying truth. In a world where monsters roam and only the strong survive, Kaelen must prove that even support can become unstoppable.

They told me to heal. I told them to bleed. In the broken world of 《Dawnlight》, a glitching VRMMO, everyone knows the rules. Clerics are supposed to stand in the back, wear flimsy robes, and beg gods for scraps of mercy. Fuck that. With a broken Domain Ability that shouldn’t exist, I’m changing the game. My heavy plate armor laughs at swords. My shield can level buildings. And this spiked flail in my hand? That's not for divine ceremonies; it's for cracking the skulls of raid bosses. System Notification: Persistent Divine Aura activated. Physical Resistance maximized. Elemental Damage infused. They think I'm a glass cannon like a mage. Wrong. When my Domain expands, I don't just cast spells; I am the apocalypse. From infinite buffs to ranged artillery, I have everything. They used to pray for a Cleric. Now, they are praying to survive one. My name is Kaelen, the Cleric of the Blood Oath. And I’m about to show this fake D&D world what true, unstoppable divinity looks like. Ask yourself: are you afraid yet?

Moonflower was playing her favorite VR, when suddenly she dies in game, but then she can't log out...

Kiryo Barley wanted to be a hero that people could rely on, unfortunately he wasn't counting on how lieral fate would take that, being designated the Cleric Role means you support the party... From behind the action. Kiryo wants to be a hero but will he be able to achieve it despite his lot in life?

Flames of the Heartbound follows Kael, a young mage whose dormant power awakens during a breach in the magical city of Elarion. What begins as a single night of chaos reveals the return of an ancient force known as the Shadowheart, a sentient darkness that feeds on fear and imbalance. Kael’s survival is tied to Lyra, a battle-hardened wielder of silver flame who has spent her life avoiding emotional attachment after losing everything to the Shadowheart. Together, they unknowingly trigger the awakening of a forbidden bond—the Heartbound—a rare and dangerous magical resonance that links power, emotion, and fate. As the Shadowheart grows bolder, Kael and Lyra are forced into a world of escalating conflict, dangerous journeys, and painful choices. Their bond strengthens their magic but exposes their deepest vulnerabilities, turning love into both a weapon and a risk. The novel blends fantasy, romance, adventure, comedy, and drama, exploring whether connection is a weakness—or the only force capable of standing against ancient darkness.

Don't laugh on people but laugh with people

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."