josef landau refugee

"A mere hunting dog," he mocked aloud. That bitch fate had done her job. A life lived not for himself, but to satisfy his god’s will—an inquisitor—the thing he saw as his purpose. His only purpose. From fairy tales narrated by parents to sleepy children, such beings are spoken of with reverence and awe. A person of incomparable noble deed, one who lived with altruism and selfless nobility, without vice. The riotous storybook protagonist. Ironic. No... It was hilarious. Because that same “noble” bastard was nothing but the same pathetic shit-headed boy he’d always been... he’d just gotten better at hiding it behind the facade of indifference forced upon him. Naïve, he was. Shunned from society, born between a backstreet whore’s thighs, raised with the patronage of others, growing used to condescending looks. Hunger, fear, self-hate, and strife—all of it became the norm, all to forge the man he’d become. And now? He was isolated from the world, forced into a cell behind four impossibly thick walls of concrete and steel. Stolen from his sun, his purpose gone. He waited. Idle. Rotting. Waiting for anything. Anything... ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ANYTHING! And 'anything' finally came. In the form of [Terminus]." ----------------------------- [Disclaimer!]: I don't write anything related to harem or romance.

[This is the old version of "Steel Refugee". I’m currently rewriting several sections, so please head to the new version instead. Keep in mind, I won’t be posting new chapters on this version anymore (updates will only appear on the newer version).] "A mere hunting dog," he mocked aloud. A life lived not for himself, but to satiate his god's will—an inquisitor—the thing he saw as his purpose, his only purpose. From fairy tales, such beings are spoken of with reverence and awe. A person of incomparable noble deed, one who lived with altruism and noble offset, without vice. Ironic. No. Fucking hilarious. Because that same “noble” bastard was nothing but the same pathetic shit-headed boy he’d always been... he’d just become better at hiding it behind the facade of indifference forced upon him. Naïve he was. Shunned from society, born from a backstreet whore’s thighs, raised with patronage, growing used to condescending looks. Hunger, fear, self-hate, and strife—all of it became the norm, all in order to reach his current self. And now? He was Isolated from the world, forced in a cell behind four impossibly thick walls of concrete and steel. Stolen from his sun, his purpose gone. He waited. Idle. Rotting. Waiting for anything. Anything... ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ANYTHING! And 'anything' finally came. In the form of [Terminus]. ----------------------------- [Disclaimer!]: I don't write anything related to harem or romance.

Global catastrophe, the end of the world! Yan Long accidentally inherited a god-level shelter and started hoarding millions of tons of supplies. Since then, he has become the only resource supplier and arms dealer in the apocalypse! While the others were still starving, he was enjoying a red wine steak! While others are cut off from electricity, he secretly turned on his nuclear power generating unit! Recruiting, this shelter only accepts young and beautiful women under the age of 25, and those over 25 are rough!" "You're a fighter pilot? Good! I'll give you two meals a day and meat every week." "Are you a big star? I'm sorry, we need people with actual skills!" Watch Yan Long as he dominates the post-apocalyptic planet while doing everything with ease, whether it's facing a tsunami, an earthquake, or the beginning of the Ice Age.

Synopsis Dans un monde ancien divisé entre trois peuples — les Humains, les Elfes et les Orcs — la paix n’existe que par la séparation. Chaque royaume vit replié sur lui-même, enfermé dans ses lois, ses traditions et sa peur de l’autre. Au cœur de cette haine silencieuse naît un amour interdit entre un homme humain et une femme elfe. Leur relation, cachée et condamnée, donne naissance à un enfant hybride, symbole vivant d’un avenir que le monde refuse d’accepter. Accusée de trahison, la femme elfe est bannie de son royaume, tandis que l’homme abandonne tout pour protéger sa famille. Rejetés par les royaumes humains et elfes, ils trouvent refuge auprès du seul peuple qui ne les juge pas : les Orcs. Dans ce royaume méprisé, l’enfant grandit, porteur de trois héritages et d’un destin qui pourrait bouleverser l’équilibre du monde. Entre exil, identité et réconciliation impossible, cette histoire raconte la naissance d’une légende : celle d’un être né de l’amour, capable de briser les frontières que les peuples ont érigées depuis des siècles.

A long time ago, in 1453, the Middle Ages came to your end, after the Turks took Constantinople, the medieval fantasy ceased to exist with the arrival of the Turks, they killed all magical creatures in the whole of Europe; very few magical creatures took refuge outside Europe; Alvin the Wood-Elf, was one of the refugees, he took refuge alone in South America, until he discovered that he was not alone...

In times of war, anything is permitted In times of peace, love is all permitted A boy fleeing death, his eyes meet the boy of Paris A boy died what inside him and the other tries to plant flowers again A refugee from Iran to the land of love and a volunteer put balm on his wound ... Will love visit his heart? Will the past never repeat? It is a story of a war between shame and love A story about the struggle and power A story about real love came once in your life Tai, a refugee who fled Iran from death, meets with the volunteer Jungkook, will he allow him to fall in love again or will the death he fled from leave him?... Jungkook: Top Tai: Bottom I hope u like my story my first time at this app I love you

Lone agent soldier coming from the desert nation of Dunebia, Ame travels the world fighting off creatures of the void that infect the realm of Ozalia. Operating under a code name and feared amongst the armies of void, he is seemingly a calm person, yet quite lonely with no family. That is until he meets a strange girl with powers long extinct, and reuniting with a childhood friend, where fate decides to set off a butterfly effect to leave Ame's story to unfold. Author's Note: Please leave any kind of feedback, it helps out a ton. Make sure to tell your friends about the novel if you like it. Happy Reading!

¿Qué pasa cuando un hombre en privado de libertad injustamente, desde muy joven? ¿Se rendirá y perderá?, o ¿buscará venganza? En una ciudad donde la población está dividida por clases y el centro de esta es un coliseo de lucha, un joven rebosante de poder buscara venganza. ¿Lo conseguirá? ¿Se arrepentirá?, o…

You reap what you sow

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?"