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Death...The cold feeling of being dead. The scientist tried to create a genetic serum to break away from humanity was killed and transmigrated into the world called Destia. The only thing that will help him survive, will be a mysterious system. [I am not a native English speaker.] [I don't own the cover picture.] [Writing quality might change with time as I edit a chapter or my ability to improve.] [It's a polygamy story.] [My time is limited! I am a university student.] [I try to release min 1 chapter daily.] [Mail: [email protected]] [I hope you can tell me what's wrong as I am getting my experience and your opinion can improve the story!]

At the age of 130, Harry Potter dies long after his friends and family have. After the war, he deams his life meaningless yet lives on to satisfy the expectations of others. Upon his death, the entity of death itself offers their master a choice of whether to live or not. Harry Potter reincarnates several times to feed his greed that was squashed and thrown away by the manipulations of Dumbledore. As Fate's favorite and Death's master, Harry unknowingly fixes different versions of the wizarding world in every kind of way. In his thirteenth life, he is Harry Potter once again and the wizarding world changes from the awakening of a reincarnated master of death. Unfortunately, said master of death has grown to be a sociopath that is hellbent on making Dumbledore suffer... And maybe forgot about the dark lord who takes offense to this. The entire world must brace itself. "Would I get to live for myself? Will I be able to be who I am?" Harry asked. Death simply chuckled, guiding Harry towards the train. The experience was similar to when Harry had first entered Kings Cross in his first year. "That is ultimately up to you, young master."

Taken from his parents as a child after awakening a unique ability, Mark is returned 8 years later, labelled a medical mystery. Before his High School life comes to an end, Mark begins to climb the rankings of his schools Top 10 strongest students until his High School life comes to an end with more than just a bang. Finding himself suddenly plunged into the simmering war between his new found allies and those who raised him, who's side is right? More importantly, who's side will he choose?

"Don't try to stop me, unless you want to be my first victim." _____________ Blood wasn't merely just life, it was power, currency, and divine mandate. It was the thread that kept the fragile Empire afloat, and the tool by which the favoured lord over the feeble. Blood was known to all; feared by some, and coveted by others. Streets sang with pained screams, the glorious liquid trailing forth as rivers in the shadows. It was a tool of peril, and a beacon of hope. Nefaria was an Empire ruled by oppression, criminal organizations fanning flames of despair. Negligence clouded the King’s thoughts, uprooting him from the needs of the people. The seeds of corruption were quick to spread, consuming the tenebrous Empire like a gluttonous plague. In the midst of such treachery, a suffering youth strived consistently to beat the odds. Ezekiel Stormwing, a young adult with crippling responsibilities, toiled everyday to make ends meet. Living in the struggling West with his father, they laboured ceaselessly under the venomous gaze of malevolent fiends. The Abyssal Gang was a nefarious group. Their orders were sacred, wrath grousome. Death was the penalty for disobedience, none safe from its chilling embrace. Their leader, Raphael, was the most dangerous of them all, his temper unhinged, thoughts drastic. He forged his group through blood and sweat, climbing towering corpses to reach the top. It was a world of segregation, all moving to the will of avarice. The wealthy desired more, while the poor pleaded for so little. All chased after coveted dreams, uncaring to others around them. Life was ever moving, satiating the powerful and draining the weak. Everything was mechanical, predictable, untill eventually… it wasn't. On an occasion celebrating Nefaria’s past triumph, war erupted. It all started at the Castle. Following a sharp gust of wind, an unknown figure emerged, eyes sharp, powers suffocating. With him came the harbingers of war, the heralds of destruction. Vampires fought demonic creatures, painting their lightless Kingdom crimson. Houses burned to ash, lives were lost. It was an unexpected storm that drowned the weak, the survival of the fittest. In the midst of the chaos, Ezekiel Stormwing found himself caught in the crossfire, his life dangling away in a whirlwind of pain. In a desperate gamble to save his father, he wagered his life. Death coveted his soul, but just before his flame extinguished…it erupted, a shimmering power once sealed within him unlocked. With rejuvenated resolve, he defied faith. He manifested his desire, saving his father from certain doom. Now, after the war, his eyes settled on a new goal, one that would keep him ever close to the frigid gates of the afterlife. Will he succeed, or will destiny finally erase his existence?

Anastasia Rose Hart. A freshman at university, finds herself confronted with a new lifestyle as romantic encounters introduce themselves into her life. An ex-boyfriend who is dominate and doesn't know his own strength, loves Anna deeply. A short unexpected love interest that turned out to be a better friend, who was best friend's with her ex. Then there is his little brother, sweet, understanding, strong and smart, but he stands on the outside, he doesn't speak for himself. With the drama surrounding who will Anastasia choose?, can she choose or is a choose even an option as the men in her life see has an object, girls see her as a threat and men constantly order her around, but coming from up from her mother raising her in poverty and her father being a millionaire who married a gold-digger, raised her to be a force to be reckoned with.

The beginning of the tale of legends. A place where creatures you only see in stories live. Vampires, demons, werewolves, dragons and many more live here. A great darkness hides beneath all of this, but with great darkness also comes a hero to balance it. The world itself is filled with magic and power, but with power always come the greed for it.

A simple boy in a humble village. Laile, was enjoying his everyday life in their village, exploring, helping in the farm, playing with other kids. But one day everything changed when the necklace that accompanied him since birth revealed a hidden information. [My birth? My parents? A location? But where?] Should he go and leave his village? A village where every bit of his memory is contained, or should he leave everything behind and set out to find the truth?

I loved the premise I had for this story, but I couldn't find the motivation or time to write it, sorry about that. If I ever find the time to work on the story again, I'd definitely do it. ------------------------------------------------------------------

The Solomon Family is one of the proudest bloodlines in the entire Kingdom, gifted with the power of mana. However, when young Isaac Solomon fails to live up to his family's name, he is faced with a difficult choice: continue to pursue the path of nobility and righteousness, or delve into the dark mysteries of Black Magic, and walk a path of corruption and inhumanity. Riddled with indecision, and plagued by strange fate-telling dreams, Isaac must make the right choices in order to uncover the dark secret that lies beneath the very kingdom he once called home [[TWO CHAPTERS every day!]]

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"