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Reincarnated as the Only Male in an All-Girls Magic Academy!

[Warning: Mature content, lemons, comedy, face-slapping, and a smart protagonist!] "So many beautiful girls!" After an unfortunate science experiment gone wrong, 25-year-old virgin Ren Kisaragi, wakes up in a strange new world. A world where curses manifest as eldritch horrors, bringing destruction with every breath. A world where female weavers command the very laws of reality and bend the elements to their will, while male warriors, blessed with monstrous strength, can shatter mountains with a single blow. It doesn’t take long before he realizes he has reincarnated into "Mystic Chronicles", a fantasy novel he once read and dropped out of boredom. However, he isn't the protagonist or even a side character, he’s just a nameless extra, a mere background figure destined to fade into obscurity. But there’s one problem. He’s somehow enrolled at Imperial Academy, the most prestigious weaver academy in the kingdom… which is supposed to be an all-girls school! And as the only male weaver in an entire academy of talented (and terrifying) female weavers, his existence alone is enough to shatter the balance of the world. With a suspiciously broken cheat, an entire school of powerful and competitive girls watching his every move, and curses lurking in the shadows, Ren must navigate this chaotic new life before he gets caught up in a story that was never meant to include him. But maybe—just maybe—he can turn this anomaly into an advantage. And if fate allows, fulfill his lifelong dream of being surrounded by beautiful, ambitious women while he's at it. Can he survive this world where he's the ultimate anomaly?
DungeonHunter · 214.2k Views
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The Ordinary Life of a Godking

You wanna hear about me? Really? Well, I'll do my best. My name is Osidious Vanir, and I was just your average, factory working, video game playing bum. Honestly, I wasn't going anywhere in my life. Not that things were bad, just boring. Unfulfilling to say the least. However, one day, our quality inspector, Elizabeth, asked me to meet her and other people "like us" at an undisclosed meet up location. She was fairly new, and yeah, I've had a crush on this beautiful woman ever since she started. I would have never imagined that single choice would change my life forever. Can I keep living the life I had, or will I have to abandon it all and figure out exactly who, or what, I am? To my surprise, and with no complaints from me, I won't be alone, as I have drawn the attention and adoration of two wonderful women. Just a side note, if you don't like an overpowered main character, sappy love, or highly detailed sexual activity, I don't think my story is for you. I don't pull any punches, so you better strap in. If that sounds good to you, then I hope you enjoy the wild escapades of my "Ordinary" life, which is quickly becoming anything but that. Author's Note: I write for fun, and as such, when I'm not feeling it, sometimes there will be some discrepancy in my uploads. If anyone by some miracle actually enjoys my weird ass story, I appreciate it and I apologize for any indescrepincies. I only upload when the creative juices are flowing. I apologize for any spelling and grammatical errors you may experience, and I welcome anyone reading to point them out. I write everything by myself, and I'm kind of an idiot, so I miss things. I am still writing this book, but I have been going back and editing certain things to make the story both easier to read and make more sense. My scattered brain often misses and forgets stuff without me even noticing. I hope that dispite all of this, I can bring a decent enough story for people to enjoy. I am writing this story for no other reason than I want to, as I have a story I wish to tell. If you are here for it, I thank you. Think of this story as a rough draft, but also the story I wish to tell. I will occasionally add and edit things in to previous chapters for things to make more sense, to add context, or to further build the world/ characters. I hope to release this as a book one day, and even if I don't, at least I had fun writing it.
D_G_Harbinger · 55.4k Views

Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee
AlexisDee · 2.4m Views

Marvel: The King of Ice Giants

Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene: --- Chapter One: The Test Begins The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior. The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations. Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating. “You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.” With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis. Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan. “Get in here,” he barked. The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second. Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.” He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?” Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.” Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.” He paused. “And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.” A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns. A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched. Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.” The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed. Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.” Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons. Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional. “Simulation starts in three... two... one...” The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone. --- Midoriya & Tokoyami “Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.
Author_EV · 51.3k Views