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Chosen Chronicles; Book One—Book Five. • • • • • • • • • The Anima Luna is coming fast, and for a certain witch, her soon-to-be chosen mates are on their way to claim what's theirs. Can the Chosen be allowed to choose, or is she damned to a life of the Wicken? Only the tomb of the witch knows... • • • • • • • • • "My tattoo?" I say abruptly. Scrunching my eyebrows, I turn to Theros. He saw the tattoo first, and seemed to recognize the meaning. "What does my birthmark have to do with us?" My hands gesture from me to them, confused out of my mind. Thesis suddenly leans forwards, his hand snatching my neck right where the mark lingered. "Ya 'ave the mark of the woof right un yur juggular." Theros mentions as Thesis' thumb traces over the embedded ink. My attention wavers to Theros. "An' ta symbol is ta mark of triads en er world," Thesis smiles, brushing a few strands of hair from the birthmark. I watch his eyes soften when he distinguishes the rest of the tattoo. Theros' hands engulfs mine, "Which means ya belong ta us, both." ..... Next story is to be written! Stay Tuned. × 18+ × Mature Content × Completed 1/5

A princess. A monster. An innkeeper. An Empress. Prophecy. Fate. Treason. Nepotism. Alcoholism. In a land divided by fear of the unknown, a young sorceress must fight to keep peace among two impossibly different worlds. But this isn't about her. --- Princess Sabrina (non-sorceress) was not made for the castle life. So, like a rational teenager, she runs away. Surviving on her own is impossible, so she intrudes on the lives of an innkeeper and a morally ambiguous monster. Sabrina doubts she can keep her identity secret forever. What will happen when they find out they're harbouring a runaway princess? Just sit back with a bag of popcorn (or the era's equivalent), and watch as the sky is split open and hell is unleashed on Earth. Who knew the apocalypse would be so entertaining? CONTENT WARNING: gore, swears, absurdist humour, British spelling, mild to severe levels of gayness, werewolves maybe

Qionglin menyadari bahwa dirinya telah berpindah ke sebuah desa di zaman kuno. Tapi bukan itu intinya. Tubuh yang kini ia tempati sebenarnya diketahui telah bunuh diri karena dipaksa oleh keluarganya untuk menikah dengan orang dari jenis yang sama, benar, seorang laki-laki. Belum lagi, pria yang menjadi calon suaminya sebenarnya juga dikenal sebagai idiot, bodoh, dan tampaknya berhenti pada usia sepuluh tahun. Tetapi begitu Qionglin mengusap kepala calon suaminya, mata cerah yang berbinar dan senyum konyol pihak lain segera membuatnya takluk di tempat. Bagaimana bisa hati lembutnya menolak malaikat berkulit manusia ini? Tidak mungkin! [Warning : Mengandung Boys Love, dan mature content. Disarankan untuk hati-hati memilih konten bacaan, jangan masuk jika kamu tidak terbiasa dengan BL dan Mature content. Thank you.]

This book will tell you about candles and their use in spells, and colours and their associations.

¿Hacia dónde danza la balanza? ¿Cuál es el nombre de las sombras que caminan tras los tronos? ¿Qué revela la máscara que tienen los humanos? Tras la guerra de los mil años y la peste roja que hace trescientos años mató a casi todos los humanos, un hada vuelve a las tierras superiores para lograr aquello que se prometió y que casi se le fue arrebatado, mientras Calai la última humana de raza pura tomará la decisión de ir al reino de las hadas, sin saber de la maldición que estas tuvieron. La sombra de la muerte y desesperación bañan a la magia, que, al igual que los humanos... usa una máscara, para que nadie pueda ver... ... su aspecto infernal.

Kain was just an ordinary office worker, his boss hated him from the first days of work for no specific reasons and made him do a lot of all-nighters all the weeks some times even in the weekends. One day while he was doing one of his usual all-nighters he fell asleep. when he woked up he found himself inside a big piece of rock that was residing in a huge crater. Follow his adventure in a world of magic and mystical creatures. * I don't own the cover *

An overworked office worker gets reborn in a medieval fantasy world with swords and magic. He quickly realizes he's the only one with a system in this world, and his unique skill [Word Magic] can change reality itself. Once just an ordinary man, he understands that his different body and mind are changing him in unexpected ways. The power of his ability makes him question his morals. And in the end, Lady Tragedy herself seems to have taken a liking to him.

FAE DEBT Everyone knows better than to owe the Fae. I knew it too. The debt came due on a night when the moon looked sharpened, like it could cut you just by being seen. Silver light bled through the trees as I crossed into the Hollow, where the air hummed with old magic and newer malice. My name tasted wrong in my mouth there, as if the forest rejected it. I had borrowed once. Just once. A year ago, my sister was dying—breath rattling, eyes already half gone. Hospitals had failed us. Prayers had bounced off the ceiling and fallen back broken. Someone whispered of the Fae, of bargains struck beneath roots older than kings. I told myself I would pay any price. I just didn’t ask what the price would be. The Fae Queen waited at the center of the Hollow, seated on a throne grown from bone-white branches and living vines. She was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—too sharp, too perfect. Her smile carried promises and punishments in equal measure. “You’re late,” she said gently. Time didn’t behave here. “I came as soon as I could.” She laughed, and the sound made the leaves shiver. “You came when you could no longer delay.” Fair. Her eyes—green like rot beneath gold—dragged over me. “Do you know what you owe?” “My life,” I said. “My service. My—” “No,” she interrupted, still smiling. “Those are cheap currencies. Humans always offer them first.” She stood. The forest leaned inward, listening. “You owe me what you love most that does not love you back.” My stomach dropped. “That’s not fair,” I said. The Fae Queen stepped closer, close enough that I smelled wildflowers and blood. “Fairness is a human obsession. I saved your sister. She lives. She laughs. She does not wake screaming anymore.” My hands clenched. Images of my sister flooded me—alive, warm, untouched by death. The miracle I had begged for. “And now?” I asked quietly. “Now,” the Queen said, “I collect.” The Hollow shifted. From the shadows stepped him. My breath caught. Elias. The man I had loved in silence for years. My best friend. The one who smiled at me like family, never like hunger. The one who had chosen someone else and never known what he took from me by doing so. He looked confused, human, painfully real. “Why does this place feel wrong?” he asked me. “Why do you look like you’re about to break?” The Queen’s voice brushed my ear. “Your debt is not his death. I’m not cruel.” She paused. Smiled wider. “I’m creative.” The ground beneath Elias shimmered, turning mirror-smooth. He looked down, startled—and then his reflection moved when he did not. It reached up, touched the glass, and smiled back with too many teeth. “No,” I whispered. “He will remain,” the Queen said, “forever just out of reach. Remembered. Untouched. Perfectly preserved in your wanting.” Elias reached for me, his hand passing through my chest like cold mist. “Why can’t I feel you?” Because the Fae do not take flesh. They take longing. The Queen stepped back, satisfied. “Your sister will live a full life. She will never know the cost. And you—” She leaned close, her voice velvet and venom. “—will never love anything without remembering what it costs to borrow from us.” The Hollow began to fade. The moon dulled. The forest released me. I woke at dawn, my phone buzzing with a message from my sister: Good morning. I feel amazing today. I smiled. And somewhere, just beyond the edge of the world, Elias waited—owing nothing, trapped in everything I never said. That is the truth of Fae Debt. They never take what you offer. They take what you cannot stop paying.

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?"

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?"