the mayflower compact

He died in 2026. He woke up in 1620 — sixteen years old, freezing, and three weeks from a coastline that doesn't exist on any map yet. Thomas Wright remembers everything: which ships will sink and which will make empires, which men will be remembered as founders and which will vanish from history without a trace, and every hard-won lesson four centuries of a nation's rise and ruin can teach a man patient enough to use it quietly. He isn't a soldier. He isn't a scientist. He's just a passenger — an orphan taken in by strangers, one of a hundred desperate souls crossing an ocean toward a "New World" he alone truly understands. But knowing the future is not the same as controlling it. In a colony where a careless word can mean the gallows, where half the ship won't survive the first winter, and where every alliance, every marriage, every whispered secret could either build a dynasty or bury one — Thomas has only one advantage no one else on the Mayflower will ever have. He knows exactly how this story ends. Now he has four hundred years to make sure his family is the one writing it. A slow-burn reincarnation saga of blood, ambition, and quiet empire — from a leaking ship in 1620 to the boardrooms and bloodlines of modern America.

All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing,nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again What has been done will be done again There is nothing new under the sun . . What about beyond the sun?

They built empires on divine fire. Now something is burning them from within. West Africa. An age of cavalry and prophecy, of bronze thrones and blade-women, of gods who have not yet gone quiet. Five kingdoms sit at the peak of their powe, and at the edge of their unraveling. In Oyo, the greatest cavalry empire the continent has ever seen is eating itself alive. The Alaafin sits his sacred throne, unable to leave the palace by holy law, while the council that was meant to keep him honest plots his dynasty's slow death. His supreme warlord, the undefeated Olasubomi, has won twelve battles and never lost. The code demands that if he ever does — he must die by his own hand. He has begun to wonder whether losing might be the only way to save what he loves. In Dahomey, a young woman called Sosi moves through foreign courts like a ghost. She is the Gbeto-Ashe, a shadow operative of the world's most feared all-female army, and her gift is this: once you see her face, you forget it. She has been sent to find the man who leaked Dahomey's battle plans to Oyo. She will find him. The problem is that when she does, she will not want him dead. In Benin, the Iyoba Adaeze watches her son the king begin to die of an illness that has no natural explanation. She has thirty years of court experience, a regiment sworn to her command, and an ivory mask at her hip that belonged to a queen-ancestor whose will still lives inside it. She knows who she must choose to replace her dying son. She also knows the choice will crack the kingdom — and she will make it anyway. In Hausaland, a scholar-spy named Musa is counting granaries and mapping fortifications inside cities that don't know they're already conquered. The Jihad is coming. It is righteous, and it is real, and it is also the most efficient machine of political conquest the north has ever produced. He believes in it completely. He is beginning to see what it becomes. And on the frontier of Oyo's northern border, a seventeen-year-old with no name worth speaking discovers that when he gets angry — really angry — the sky changes. No one around him will tell him why. That fact is starting to make him very angry. Meanwhile, an old Babalawo who should not exist walks into the sacred city of Oyo-Ile carrying a walking staff and a single, dangerous request. He has read all 256 volumes of fate in the Ifa corpus, a thing that should have dissolved his individual will into the great witness-state beyond the living. Instead, he is here. Eating plantain. Asking to see the archive beneath the city. Agba Ife has seventeen theories about why he survived the dissolution. They are all partially correct. He is also missing something: a 257th Odu, a verse of fate that was never supposed to exist, has been quietly shaping the future of every kingdom for three generations. And it has just been found, by a griot's daughter who copied it from a burning temple before anyone could stop her, in a city that is about to become a battlefield. The Ase; the divine breath woven into iron, word, blood, and earth, is not a weapon. It is not a tool. It does not obey. It considers. And right now, for reasons no living priest can fully explain, it is considering all eight of them at once. Five empires. Eight lives. One false prophecy that has been true all along. The coalition war is coming. The Jihad is rising. The succession crisis has no clean answer. And somewhere beneath Oyo-Ile, in an archive of forbidden fate, a verse is waiting to be read by the one person who cannot survive reading it. The First Compact begins. But whose compact is it, really, and what did it cost to write?

Japan, 1985. Gōki Takanouchi is an 18-year-old delinquent on his last chance to graduate high school. A camping trip in the mountains becomes the catalyst that throws him beyond the bounds of reality. No cheat powers. No divine blessings. No leveling system. Just classic isekai adventure.

A story of pettit monster companions. Battle, taming, evolution and beautiful interspecies friendship.

Elves and Humans

Shadow is a washed-out, apathetic shop kid in the town of Oakhaven—a pathetic F-Rank Summoner whose only inheritance is the crippling debt left by his dead, disgraced father and the failing shop, The Rusted Compact. To the world, he's a failure. In reality, he’s a transmigrated master strategist with a secret divine blessing: the Void Seal and its computational interface, the Void Ledger. Shadow’s mask of boredom shatters when a B-Rank Mountain Drake attacks the town, threatening to destroy his home and hasten the Guild’s debt seizure. Acting purely on cold, hard data from his system, Shadow uses a hair-thin window of opportunity to perform an impossibly audacious move: he tames the dying B-Rank Drake and imprisons it in his Void Nexus Crystal, concealing his world-breaking power beneath the illusion of an inherited, useless F-Rank relic. Now, Shadow has a secret dragon, but the dragon has a terrifying cost: it consumes massive amounts of Aether daily just for maintenance, threatening to drain Shadow's life force and expose his secret. To survive, Shadow must weaponize his strategic intellect, turning his debt-ridden shop into a legitimate cover for his high-risk Cultivation Grind.

"May;" they call out her name. Laughs. "May, come back;" "May, is it true your the daughter of..." Silence May breathing heavily. Screams. Laughs. May...

I kneed the back of his legs and he buckled and hit the counter just as the nice serving lady finished making his food. A little later and he might have been decorated on the face. Bad timing on my part. ........................................ Lyly Anne Campbell is a teenage girl with a normal life, zero relationship status and no highschool drama. All was perfect till he transferred into her school. The devil reincarnate,ironically with red hair.He turned her life upside down,literally. Maybe or maybe not a little love never hurt..... This story involves drama,drama and more drama.

The story of how I was made and how I want to be, but will the choices I make and will life let me. this is a true life story