mori mariko

Una novela histórica de sangre, lealtad y destino Año 57 a.C. Roma se prepara para conquistar la Galia. Julio César, procónsul ambicioso y carismático, forma una nueva legión: la Legio XIII. Sextus, un joven romano nacido en la península itálica, deja atrás una vida de miseria rural para unirse al ejército. No lo impulsa el patriotismo ni la gloria: solo la necesidad. Reclutado justo cuando nace la Legión XIII, Sextus es arrastrado a una maquinaria de guerra donde los débiles no sobreviven y la muerte es una certeza cotidiana. Desde las ásperas tierras del norte de Italia hasta las oscuras selvas galas, Sextus vivirá el dolor del entrenamiento, el miedo del primer combate y el peso de la sangre derramada. Pero también encontrará hermanos de armas, forjará su lugar entre los hombres… y crecerá bajo la sombra de un general que cambiará la historia. Acompaña a Sextus en su transformación, desde recluta temeroso hasta soldado veterano de una legión destinada a la eternidad. Porque en la Legión XIII, una cosa está clara: Memento Mori — recuerda que morirás.

A historical novel of blood, loyalty, and destiny 57 BC. Rome prepares to conquer Gaul. Julius Caesar, an ambitious and charismatic proconsul, forms a new legion: Legio XIII. Sextus, a young Roman born in the Italian countryside, leaves behind a life of rural poverty to join the army. He is driven not by patriotism or glory, but by necessity. Recruited just as the Thirteenth Legion is formed, Sextus is thrown into a war machine where the weak do not survive and death is a daily certainty. From the rugged lands of northern Italy to the dark forests of Gaul, Sextus will endure the pain of training, the fear of first battle, and the weight of spilled blood. But he will also find brothers-in-arms, forge his place among men, and grow under the shadow of a general who will change history. Follow Sextus in his transformation—from frightened recruit to seasoned soldier in a legion destined for eternity. Because in the Thirteenth Legion, one truth remains: Memento Mori — remember you will die.

Ryuji is your average salaryman and lives a normal but terrible life. That is until one day he decides to go and kill himself. However, before he can go to the great beyond a voice stops him and instead, he is transported to another world. Stranded in a strange world and in a body that does not belong to him can Ryuji claim a life of adventure and excitement? Or will his turbulent new life only lead to suffering and pain? Ryuji is about to find out being a main character isn’t all its cracked up to be.

Florence live his life as a stand-in of an alpha couple a childbearing tool for the two he lived his life under their hands and died of abused only to find himself back again to the past

Memento Mori is a multi-realm dark fantasy about an inevitable cosmic war between major worlds.

"A few months ago, I would have easily said that you would simply be mine if I wanted it that way.", the taller one continued after a few breaths before he even began to smirk. "A frightening thought, don't you think?", his voice softened. Became more wary. As if he were talking about something forbidden that no one else should hear. Before I could respond to that, though, a shallow touch on my wrist stopped me in my tracks and disappeared before a single sound could leave my lips. "I'm greedy. Envious of Maynard for being watched by you with so much affection and love.", the light-haired man confessed. "Just once. Just once, I want to be looked at from those eyes.", my counterpart whispered, now carefully embracing my forearm. Pulled it closer, which is why I inevitably took a small step in his direction as well. "Not because I have blue blood in me. Not because I have successfully emerged from battles or negotiations. Nor because I later gained power as crown prince and king.", with each word Awin regained more and more of his confident tone. "You never had any hidden agenda. Loved Maynard plain and simple. Was just a woman who loved a man and it was foolish. So foolish, Kalea." The expression on his face changed, however I couldn't quite explain it or even interpret it. "And yet, in doing so, you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.", the king murmured as he now gently placed my hand on his chest. Through the fabric it was possible for me to sense his fast beating heart. It seemed to literally race, which is why I could not help it. I looked at him in disbelief, since he usually made a terribly indifferent impression towards me. "Being watched with the same affection just once would be enough for me. I'll give you the world if it satisfies you. Juste give me a chance to change your image of me, please.", Awin whispered. Seemed almost pleading, which was incredibly out of character for him.

When a mysterious voice announces that their class has been selected to participate in a game of life and death, the students of Class 3-B are shocked and terrified. They are transported to a mysterious a remote island, where they are given bracelets that monitor their vital signs and poison capsule that will detonate inside them if they break the rules. Adding to their terror, each student soon realized they'd gained a supernatural ability-abilities that could just as easily save them or turn them into deadly weapons. As the game begins, some students try to cooperate, some try to escape, and some try to kill. The game tests their friendships, morals, and sanity, as they face the ultimate choice: kill or be killed.''

A boy with the mission to protect humanity from evil forces. From his days as a humble athlete to his new life as an unstoppable fighter, witness his battles against the dark forces threatening the world.

I want to lose my virginity but that doesn't mean I want to be violated by women in heat. Mori Seno hissed while hastily backing away. ..... 5000 thousand years after the great change that had upturned the world, humanity was at peace now. Wars had stopped. Painters were accepted. Corruption existed but was ignored. People were living in coexistence with the others. Now was the epitome of peace and quiet and surely nothing would go wrong.

Your mind is infinite, if it be a blade then sharpen, if it be a shield then harden, only then will it be formidable. Harry was not yet formidable though his body was a vessel to a power that flickers wilder than a flame. Over the past few days it was impossible to miss - exhilarating to watch the particles vibrate around him like the blurred heat of a desert. It was almost audible the closer he sat - the fain buzz of a bee when his heart pumped faster and his blood rushed warmer. If only his mind was a blade ready to sharpen or a shield ready to protect himself. Instead his mind was a book displayed as a classic in a library. If only Harry had the luck to be born to a prominent family and trained. Maybe fate brought Aristide to Harry; was it his mission to protect or train his mind - his magic - to place a lock onto the book and make his power the key? "Hey Harry," began Aristide.  He paused. He truly should think more about this, it was not like Harry would never come back. Maybe fate was not real and destiny was just an old fairytale to trick little kids into yearning the system of life. "Yeah?" Aristide looked up at Harry. "Aristide?" Maybe destiny is real. "Take me with you," Aristide rushed, eyes wide and trained solely on Harry's.