archaic belonging

Wyatt was alone in the world. When the rifts opened the world was thrown into chaos. Archaic mages came through those rifts, and war after war followed. The last war had ended when Wyatt was just a baby, but he had still lost his eye to it. The empty socket, and loss of depth perception made him an easy target. Wyatt being an orphan meant that no one back him up when he did get targeted. Wyatt was used to fighting for himself, and the draft was going to force him into military academy. He had no genetic markers to become an ability user so he had already accepted the fact that he would probably die during his two years required military rotation after the academy. It was just a fact of life. Non ability users were just cannon fodder, and archaic abilities were highly restricted. Wyatt didn't think anything off it. That is until he found a marble in an old rift area. A marble that would change everything.

*Arranged marriage*Enemies to lovers*Obsessed anti-Hero* “I fucking hate you!” She breathed out the words, slowly and steadily, into his face. Her garlic smelling breath hitting him right in the face, making his face twitch and break posture. “You,” he turned his head away to breathe away from her garlic scented bread, only for her to open her mouth and blow into his direction. “Fucking brat. Did your parents teach you nothing?“ “Pedophile!” She accused to his face. “Did your parents teach you to marry little girls?” Adrian scoffed. “it’s your father who is trying to marry you off. Take it up with him.” She tried to open her mouth, by the looks of it just blow her garlicky breath on him again. Adrian grabbed her jaw, squeezing her cheeks together, he made her shut her mouth. “Listen to me carefully, Brat,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, “You better hope I don’t say yes to this proposal of your father. Because if I do, I will be shipping your ass off to a behaviour correction facility as the first thing.” Ignoring the sneer on her lips, Adrian patted her cheek forcefully, just for fun, before turning around and leaving her alone in the corner. “It’s on,” she vowed, “I’ll fucking set you on fire.” ***** Joyce O’Sullivan, 19 years old, a perfect age to get married and settled according to her family members, according to the church they went to, and according to the whole society that she did not give a damn about. Adrian Murphy was a name she had heard in her household many times but only by their mouths of. Those who dealt with business. When her father is finally able to score a meeting with the so called God of Europe, at least for the land to live in, she could not care any less only to find out that his father was making a proposal to him. Proposal of marriage. A proposal of marriage of her and him. The best part about it? He got to decide. And she certainly won’t let him decide in her favour. And why? Because it would get them power and power was everything. **** Dark romance you have been warned. Can be read as a standalone .

I’ve always wondered if I was cursed from birth because the kind of bad luck that haunts me feels almost supernatural. People call me a computer genius, but my real talent is something no one sees. They say I’m beautiful, yet I bury that behind oversized clothes and a mountain of insecurities. After dumping my cheating boyfriend, the only steady thing left in my life was my soul-sucking job until I lost that too. And the man responsible? Theron Lockhart. My high school bully didn’t just return he returned as the new CEO of my company. And his first executive move? Firing me and my entire department, like history repeating itself in the cruelest way. He didn’t recognize me, which should’ve felt like relief. But fate clearly wasn’t done toying with me. One moment, he was rescuing me from a run-in with my ex. The next, a rumor had spread: I was his girlfriend. And then the tables turned because Theron needed to avoid a scandal, and I was his best option. “Name your price,” he said, that arrogant smirk still intact. “Do you want your job back?” I didn’t hesitate. “Make me a director. Only then will I pretend to be your loving girlfriend.” I thought he’d laugh. I didn’t expect him to say yes. “Deal,” he replied, his gaze locking on mine. “Just remember, Amaris Kennerly once you sign that contract, you belong to me.”

***[Setting]*** By the early 26th Century humanity had exhausted all resources that could sustain human life. Fortunately, in a science experiment in 2008 something unexpected occurred ripping open a portal to a completely different universe. Humanity spent the next 500 years preparing for their migration to the planet of Agartha. Humanity couldn't bring any of their advanced technology. However, they managed to create a system that allowed humans to develop themselves and gain abilities similar to the native sentient species of Agartha. To humans this system appeared and functioned almost like a video game. ***[Plot]*** After living on Agartha for ten years our MC dies under the blade of the person he was desperately trying to find and protect, his brother. However, through some twist of fate he wakes up alive and back on Earth, returned to the day he migrated to Agartha. A time before he suffered through unspeakable hardships and adversity. A time before he witnessed the cruelty of humanity. A time before he was used and tossed away by others. Our MC decides that he cannot allow the injustices of his past life to repeat themselves. That he will use what he has learned over his ten years of struggle to become someone who cannot be ignored, cannot be trampled, someone with real strength. Follow our MC as he struggles to overcome his weakness, faces the enemies of his past, uncovers the truth about his brother, and confronts situations that make him question his humanity.

Tasmethu, beautiful nation filled with powerful magicians and extraordinary swordsmen. Despite that just like any other nation, it has its dark side. Racism, sexism, discrimination, corruption and many more issues find themselves flooded around the country. Child born into a family of non mana users was able to summon their own magic attribute decided to leave home and make their family name become famous for creating powerful blade magicians, however, this task turns to be more difficult than originally intended...

In a world where life and death intertwine, Ji Ning wakes up to find himself in the underworld—the legendary Yin Cao Di Fu, the realm of the dead. He is now a ghost, stripped of his mortal identity and status, marching in an endless line of lost souls. The scene is a grim one: towering, terrifying ghost soldiers wield crackling whips of electricity, driving the dead forward through their path of afterlife judgment. Among the ghosts are the remnants of once-powerful kings, warlords, and arrogant warriors—none spared the harsh reality that in death, they are nothing. Rank, wealth, and power all vanish, leaving only the vulnerable, fragile soul. Ji Ning is no different. He has vague memories of his death but doesn’t recall how he got here. His soul drifts through the ranks of the dead, surrounded by a cacophony of grief and denial—newly deceased spirits weep, scream, and rage at their fate, still clinging to the notion that they are alive. Even those with ties to great power, like the self-proclaimed "Prince" with three thousand soldiers, are quickly silenced by the cruel lash of the ghost soldiers' whips. The air crackles with energy as Ji Ning listens to their futile cries, wondering how someone from a modern society could end up in such a fantastical place. He had never heard of cavalry units of three thousand in today's world; something is clearly off. As Ji Ning trudges forward, barely daring to speak lest he be beaten like the others, he begins to notice the depth of the underworld’s complexity. Long lines of white-clad souls stretch into infinity, each line seemingly endless, and every few moments, a new ghost appears out of nowhere, taking its place at the end of the queue. The souls come from all walks of life: commoners, warriors, lords, and even monstrous creatures like the son of the Great Snow Mountain Demon King, who arrogantly threatens the ghost soldiers, only to be swiftly beaten into submission. It becomes clear that in the underworld, previous life status means nothing. Regardless of their former power or grandeur, the dead are all equal here—equally insignificant. Time loses meaning for Ji Ning. He walks in silence, with no hunger, no need for sleep, and no hope for escape. The journey through this eerie landscape feels eternal. He has heard that the afterlife has different stages, each more terrifying than the last, but no one knows what fate awaits them. There are whispered rumors that some souls, particularly strong or notable in life, may be summoned for judgment or even reincarnated, while others may face eternal suffering.

A world where everything you can dream of can be true, a world filled with magic, innovation and the strongest warriors. This is the story about a world which was divided into three kingdoms each of them were living in harmony and peace but nothing lasts forever, soon the world ran into chaos after an individual chose to take revenge on those who were the reason for his tragic life, family and now he holds nothing but grudges against them. With the ambition in his heart to conquer the whole world, he’ll do everything to achieve his goals but little did he know that he was just a pawn in someone’s story. Darkness was lingering in the depths within his kingdom.

An orphan who was chased out of the orphanage after she blew her 16th year birthday candle. Would she be able to survive in a world full with betrayal, lies and dangers?

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!

On the most popular interstellar forum, there is a hot topic: What is the most unbelievable thing that has happened around you? Chun Mian: Thanks for the invite. I was sitting at home, and a door fell from the sky. Life is like a tightly closed door, before opening it, you never know, what you will face: a living person or a forty-meter-long blade! (Quick Transmigration, No CP)