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

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?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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!"