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In the realms above, supernatural beings of unfathomable magnificence exist, far beyond mortal comprehension. These divinities wield unimaginable power, capable of obliterating worlds with a mere breath. However, what unfolds when these gods meet their demise? Set in a remote corner of the vast universe, long after the apocalyptic Thousand Millennium War of the Heavenly Beasts and Deities, this tale delves into a forgotten world. Here, the ashes of fallen gods descend upon an insignificant pebble, adrift amidst the cosmic tapestry of space and time. Their impact alters the life of a young man, who embraces the abrupt changes thrust upon his world. Refusing to yield to the clutches of fate and karma, he dares to defy the heavens themselves. Will he triumph over an insurmountable destiny, or succumb to fate like gods of unimaginable might did before him? The dreams of a deceased deity and the fate of a dying world hang precariously, hinged upon the future of this young man. He treads upon an endless bridge, forged from the corpses of the fallen. *** You can also reach out to: Discord: https://discord.gg/gxGUKu26aV Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=9xjl0tq1cs3e&utm_content=qx5nrdu

Synopsis: Axiom of the Ash-Bound Script ​"I do not follow destiny. I am the one who erases it." ​In a world governed by the Great Scroll, every human is born with their life story already written in divine ink. From the lowliest peasant to the highest emperor, no one can escape their scripted fate—except for Hao-Ran-Zhi. ​Born as the world's only Script-Burner, Hao-Ran-Zhi possesses the forbidden power to look upon the heavens and burn the words of destiny itself. With a single stroke of his Void-Bone Brush, he can erase a tragedy, delete a death, or vanish a kingdom. But the universe demands a heavy price: the "Black Ash" of every erased destiny must be absorbed into his own body, turning him into a "Monster" scarred by the sorrows of a thousand lives. ​ Follow the cold, devastatingly handsome Sovereign as he navigates the elegant courts and misty peaks of the Traditional Realms." His solitary path of ash is shattered when he encounters Yu-Xi-Amet, a woman whose golden script predicts a world-ending catastrophe. ​To save her, he must do the unthinkable: He will burn the Heavens' own book and rewrite the universe in his own image.

What! I knew he would be scheming something to torture me. I looked at him with narrowed eyes and he winked at me. I suddenly looked away to confirm that no one saw him doing that. I was blessed. My father was discussing something with my stepmother and Sophia. I glared at him and he silently chuckled. ................................. Annabell Evans (protagonist), who was badly treated by her step-mother and step-sister, falls into the trap laid by her so-called elder sister. Her sister drugged her in a hotel and brought her to a room where she had a night-stand with Alexander Wilson. She left the man asking him to forget about that night and pretend as if they had never met. She leave the hotel but Alex gets interested in her. Fate brought them closer and they got united. But would this be all? Was there someone targeting them? Would their life always be happy and full of love? Anna must keep calm and face the challenges that are going to fall upon her. She will have to make herself stronger to keep her close ones safe and happy. It's about affection, desire, sacrifice, protection. Indescribable feelings that one has to face in the thrilling journey of love.

She went through hell at an early age. She was abandoned by her father to be abused and exploited like a slave by his wife and daughter. She tried running away from them so many times, but she was always caught. When her 'so-called' sister, who was set to marry a Count's son, vanished, her 'so-called' father suddenly remembered her existence and recognized her as his youngest daughter. [Excerpt] "You wench! We have fed and dressed you since you were a child. And now you won't even be useful." Her stepmother shouted She raised her left eyebrow. "Fed me? Dress me? You couldn't even give me a decent room. If I may remind you, I've been living in the attic room for ten years, and you treated me worse than a maid. A slave. You treated me as a slave." "You ungrateful child. I should have never let you live. You should have just died together with your whore mother." Said the Count. Upon hearing about her mother, she felt rage. She could still remember how she saw her mother die in the coldness of the night. She looked at the Count with blazing eyes as if they could burn. "Never mention my mother again. And stop blaming the innocent here. You are the one who raped her and got her pregnant, Count Harriston." She said it in an angry tone. Then she looked over at the Countess. "And Countess, you should be grateful that you have another daughter because if I were born as a boy, you would never have a penny left." "You b..." Countess Harriston got slapped by Ashley before she could finish her words. The Countess held up her red left cheek. "I'm not a bitch. You and your daughter are bitches. And I will never marry Count Lottway's son. Find your spoiled brat daughter, and don't make me her substitute." "You ungrateful wench!" The Count held her hand and tried to slap her. But a strong man's force stopped the hands of the Count. When he saw whose hand stopped him, his face became pale. He couldn't believe that this man would be here. "Y-your Grace? W-why are y-you here?" The Count was so afraid that he stuttered his words. The man released the Count's hands and hid Ashley at his back. "Hurt her, and you're dead." He said it with a cold tone. Cover not mine

Rhia, the Queen of Draga, faces the greatest choice of her life: marry the Emperor of Selon, or watch her kingdom fall. Naturally, she chooses her people and peace, sacrificing her own happiness. This story follows the northern queen on her journey to the south—toward a destiny that awaits her. I just realized to add this, but this work contains some dark themes. so if you are not comfortable with that, please don't read.

Eu vi diversos problemas nas minhas historias anteriores, como um numero muito grande de Pokémon, um "Cheat" muito roubado, na ultima em particular um mundo mal desenvolvido e não profunda, muitas espécies e uma sociedade não abordada diretamente. Então busquei uma forma de melhorar meu sistema e como desenvolver melhor minha historia.

Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***

They sold Corin Vael off the prison rolls for less than the cart that hauled him, one more condemned man in the tail of a mercenary column, marked to die in the front rank. He had no sword worth the name. No strength, no birth, no god. What he had was an eye for the half-second in which a man decides how he truly feels, and a gift for handing frightened people the hard thing they need to do, and letting them call it mercy. A king is four months dead. A child too sick to lift the crown sits the throne. A Queen-Regent, a Lord Constable, a Church split down its spine, and a dozen great Houses all reach for the same prize, and none of them has understood that power no longer belongs to the men with the bloodlines. It belongs to the men with the swords, and to the one man clever enough to point them. From a muddy ford to the door of the room where kings are made, Corin climbs on borrowed loyalty and bought gratitude, and learns the price of a game that shows you everything except the people you spend. Steel wins the field. Ash is what it leaves. And the man who would make a king must decide how much of himself he'll burn to do it. Some men rise by the sword. He rose by knowing exactly what to whisper... and to whom.

When betrayal burns their clan to ashes, brothers Alex and Alaric Vardar swear vengeance strong enough to shake empires. From blood-soaked battlefields to ancient cultivation realms, they rise through fire, magic, and war — one mastering the frost of the void, the other the flames of wrath and earth’s might. In the ruthless Vast World, power is law. Enemies are many. Mercy is death. Bound by blood, tempered by loss, the brothers will forge a legacy that defies gods and kings alike. Two brothers. One vengeance. A legacy written in ash and blood.

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?"