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When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked—not with grief, but with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the secret descendant of the celestial Queen of Woewyn, a realm where memory, time, and spirit intertwine. Raised on Earth by a mother who lied to save his life, Damon is burdened by a forbidden power that literally bends light and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring onto Earth, some disguised as humans, Chronisouls— some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that burns him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the fragile human he was trying to be.

[Also Known as: Honkai Unofficial History: The Valkyries Are Breaking Down?!] The white camellia, scientifically known as "Camellia japonica alba", is a flower native to East Asia, where it grows in temperate forests and shaded gardens. First cultivated over a thousand years ago in China and Japan, it became a symbol of purity and admiration, celebrated in art, poetry, and tradition. Often gifted to honor someone beloved, the white camellia's pristine petals are revered for their flawless beauty. Despite its elegance, the flower is notoriously delicate. Sensitive to harsh conditions, its petals bruise easily, and it wilts quickly when removed from its stem. Beneath its perfect bloom lies a quiet fragility, a silent reminder that beauty and purity often come at the cost of resilience. ... ??? what? Doujinshi artist Li Wu transmigrated into the Honkai world, but the plot seemed a little off. "System, why doesn't this plot match the game's storyline?" [Rest assured, our history is absolutely canon. It has nothing to do with unofficial lore.] "Then let me ask you, what's Kiana's character setting?" [Aloof, misanthropic, a loner, and totally indifferent!] "And Raiden Mei?" [A terrible personality. She loves being manipulated, scolded, and verbally abused!] "Bullshit! I drew this dark and edgy doujinshi myself, don't you think I'd know?!" "System, I really like the 'Return by Death' ability you gave me. But this setting where I *also* regress if the heroines die? I'm not a fan." ... As time passed and the plot unfolded, the Valkyries' personalities broke down even further. Raiden Mei kneeled on the ground, gripping his and Kiana's hands, saying things like, "We have to form a Valkyrie squad for the rest of our lives," and "I'll do anything." Fu Hua, without another word, shoved a half-eaten chocolate Pocky stick and a cigarette at him, saying, "A little bro should listen to his big sis. Do it right, and you'll get a reward." "Are there any normal people left?! Why is everyone completely OOC?!" [Isn't Elysia still around?] "She's the most twisted one of all!"

The continuation journey of Alter in the virtual world. Takes place after The World of Fractured Realms. But this time, Gaia took her frustrations out on Alter and accidently unleashed something that should not have.

They call this the game of thrones. Good... Because I have no intention of playing fair.

Magic is not miracle. Magic is structure. Reborn in the wizarding world as Lucian Ashford, I can see the lines beneath reality itself — the circuits of spells, the errors in blood, the bugs in destiny. They call this ancient magic. I call it bad design. If Hogwarts is a thousand-year pile of patched mistakes, then I will be the one who rewrites it. Not for power. Not for glory. Only for truth.

Something is wrong with this timeline... I am Zeke Yeager. The Beast Titan. The man who planned to sterilize his own race. I died, I saw the world burn, and I saw my little brother, Eren, become a monster because I failed him. So I came back to the past with one goal: Fix it. No Euthanasia Plan. No Rumbling. Just save Eren and give him a happy life. But I think I broke history. Because when I walked into the room... Carla Yeager was standing there. Alive. Breathing. And scolding me for not visiting sooner. And it gets weirder: Historia Reiss (the future Queen) has decided I am her long-lost big brother and refuses to let go. The Warriors think I've gone insane because I keep trying to have "family dinners." The Survey Corps captured me... but now they don't know whether to execute me or recruit me. I have the memories of the future, the power of the Beast, and a genius intellect. But nothing prepared me for the chaos of a world where everyone gets a second chance.

Transmigrating into Tony Stark should have meant wealth, power, and limitless freedom. Instead, he woke up chained inside a dark cave, captured by terrorists and tortured without mercy. Not only did he miss all the luxury and glory—he inherited nothing but suffering. And worst of all… he didn’t know how to build the Iron Man armor. How was he supposed to escape? Just when despair set in, he noticed something impossible—

I'll be honest with you. If you've been on Webnovel for more than a year then you've read a hundred similar books. High school boy dies in a road accident, gets transmigrated into his favourite book, and then does whatever the plot asks of him. What more could there be? It's all too predictable. Well… That's what Moon thought too. Except, he didn't wake up as a useless extra, or a third rate villain. He became the deuteragonist at the most pivotal turning point in the story—a position great enough to rewrite fate itself. And the cute elf he met in the abyss? She was never meant to exist that early. Now the plot is unraveling, the characters are changing, events are shifting, and he finds himself walking the path made for the original villainess of the story. The future he memorized no longer exists. His question is simple: If this world isn't a dream… then who's writing the story? ***** And fate was not changed. It was only rewritten.

Perm born in rich family on earth got bored of his life as he do his routine filled studying everyday only to later learn about the secret that his maid and mother kept for so long told him about one day. Originally he was from upper realm where immortal, God's, Devils, Demons, Elfs, Beastmen/woman and many mythical and Spritual thing exists. Not only his mother wasn't a normal person either but a Fox Demoness but currently they all were hiding from the forces ruling the upper realms, when perm learned about his own other identity, his goal immediately got set to help his mother regain what she had lost in the Extreme Yin Battlefield that day. Join Him In this Journey to immortality.

What is a human? Is it a featherless chicken? Or is it more complex? Is it that easy to be human?

After traveling to the world of One Piece, he merges with the mightiest creature alive—Kaido, the King of Beasts—and ascends as the new Four Emperors. At first glance, his time-travel advantage makes him seemingly invincible. But soon, he faces formidable foes: the fated Child of Destiny, Master Joyboy, wielder of the Nika Fruit, and the legendary Sun God, the world's only designated savior. Will he merely follow Kaido’s old path, becoming a stepping stone for Luffy’s rise as emperor? Not this time. As a time traveler, he wields knowledge and power beyond anyone’s imagination. Armed with Nika and the secrets of cultivation, he sets out to attain immortality, overcome destiny, and reshape the pirate world on his terms. Witness the rise of the new Kaido as he defies fate, challenges gods, and restores order in a world of chaos.

Ren, a 34-year-old quantitative analyst from Earth, dies at his desk and transmigrates into the body of a 14-year-old crippled beggar in the fantasy world of Cloudcradle City. He has no cultivation, no resources, and only days to live. But he carries the Celestial Ledger-a system that reveals the value, debts, and secrets of anyone he assesses-at the cost of his own life force.

John, a regular nerd, dies and wakes up in a fantasy world as a pathetic punching bag nobody. He gets killed fast. A tired god needs a long vacation and picks John as substitute ruler of the universe. "How long?" John asks. "Infinity minus one years, roughly," the god says before dipping out. Now with godlike power, bitter John takes revenge and reshapes the whole world to match his twisted, dark ideals, becoming a ruthless overlord.

People change , environment change, situation change But human nature still remains the same My surroundings are just a bit different but my goal still remains the same Righteous or demonic Doesn't matter Winning is everything And in the end I am going to win .........

From having picked the wrong side in the war, the famed Altra, better known as "The White Demon", having piloted and operated a mech with such high skill, precision, and speed for his father, was put into prison, after his father had lost the civil war against his cousin, the true royal of the nation of Aldrin. His sentence. A thousand years. Yet, in a funny twist of fate, they redeployed him out of desperation to help win the war against their neighboring country, Faleria. From here, it would be the start of the legend. The legend that would spread amongst the stars. The legend of a man with sheer will, craziness, devilness, and absolute wit. P.S I will also be posting this story on Royal Roads.

Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. In the 36th century, humanity rules the solar system. War, poverty, and scarcity are relics of a distant past. Cities hum with limitless energy. Hunger and illiteracy have been engineered out of existence. Society is stable and prosperous. But peace has its own consequences. In a world without scarcity, conflict becomes ideology. Extremist sects and insurgent movements rise in the vacuum, threatening the fragile order billions now take for granted. Stretch is a marshal — one of the elite civil enforcers tasked with preserving stability across the system. Analytical, disciplined, and dangerously adaptive in combat, he believes in the structure he was raised in. Until a new organization emerges. One unlike the others. Their methods targeted and precise. Their goals unclear. As attacks escalate and loyalties fracture, Stretch finds himself pushed beyond protocol, beyond rank, and beyond certainty as he tries to protect all that matters to him. Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Cover art from gt39 on Pixabay

[Warning: Soul Matrix Detected...] [Class: Mechanic successfully awakened.] [Current Objective: Survive the Black Zone.] Rayan Ardam was supposed to be a nobody. In a society where your worth is measured by your ERTA reserve, his was practically non-existent. But when he discovers a hidden interface that allows him to harvest the souls of fallen beasts, everything changes. Mechanic's Special Ability: [Supreme Reconstruction] unlocked. While the Kingdom’s elite fight with swords and spells, Rayan builds an army of steel and soul. What to expect: Weak to Strong: From a bullied mechanic to a world-shaking power. Unique Evolution: Watch as Rayan upgrades himself and his creations using forbidden technology. World Building: Explore the mysteries of the Black Zone and the corrupt Kingdom of Valkor. Scraps are just components of greatness. It’s time for the Mechanic to evolve.

​"Beautiful..." Reina whispered. She took off her coat, letting the mountain breeze sweep against her white dress. ​I stood a few steps behind her, watching how the white petals fell and got caught in her black hair. In this place, with no one watching, Reina didn't look like "The Princess" or the perfect "President." She looked... fragile. Like the petals she was staring at. ​"Izumi," she called out without turning around. "Do you ever wonder... what if we had never entered that room? What if you had never agreed to work on those stupid fliers?" ​"I’d probably be a very successful unemployed person by now," I answered. "And you’d probably still be the most feared person in school, yet the loneliest person in your own world." ​Reina turned around. Her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me want to look away, but I forced myself to stay still. ​"The world out there is so noisy right now because of that video," she said. "Everyone has an opinion about us. They all feel like they own us. But here... under this tree, no one owns us but ourselves." ​She took a step closer. One step. Two steps. We were now only inches apart. ​"Tell me," she whispered, her voice nearly swallowed by the wind. "Who is Nakamura Izumi to Kurokawa Reina, when there are no cameras recording?" ​Love. ​The word felt foreign on my tongue. It felt too "shiny" and disgusting for someone like me. ​But, her silhouette under that white cherry blossom tree... the weight of her head on my shoulder... the way she looked at me when no cameras were watching... ​It all kept replaying in my head like a broken film that refused to die. ​My mind was spinning. I swallowed hard, looking into her eyes which reflected the shadow of the evening sky. I paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "For me, you are..."

An Intergalactic Survival Reality TV Show. ARE. YOU. READY?! Grey was not. Not when there was already knife sticking out of his gut. He was even less ready when he woke up to a strong bout of deja vu and time having rewound to the start of his nightmare. And somehow, he was even less ready than that when it happened again. And then again. Grey was trapped in a time loop, suffocated by Producers who insisted on painting him out to be some streaking madman, and surrounded by monsters and backstabbers around every corner. Unfortunately, the robot arms supposed to apply his Nexis Suit at the start of every loop kept glitching so he couldn't interface with the system of the Genesis Games. No system. No stats. No rewards. He'd be damned if he didn't piss on every one of their graves. [Warning. Obscene gesture detected] [This is your first warning. If there is a second--] "FUCK YOU!" [Prometheus Initializing...] [Welcome to Titanframe]

THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION. When Ethan opened his eyes, he found himself seated in a high-end aircraft with a couple of men wearing the same attire as him. With the new memories in his mind, he realized that he had transmigrated into the body of a twenty-five-year-old S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with Level 7 clearance. The timing could not have been worse. It was the exact moment when HYDRA’s existence was about to be exposed, right at the peak of the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Surrounded by fellow agents, any of whom could secretly belong to HYDRA, and trapped thousands of meters in the air, Ethan’s chances of survival were dangerously low. Just as he wondered whether he would be killed again right after his transmigration, a series of information flooded his mind. He had been granted five Privileges upon transmigrating into this world. The First Privilege allowed him to resurrect thirty seconds after death, restoring his body to perfect condition. The Second Privilege introduced Resurrection Points, or RP. By killing opponents who were as strong as or stronger than himself, Ethan could earn RP, which could then be spent to resurrect. Killing anyone weaker granted nothing. If he died without any RP remaining, his death would be permanent. The Third Privilege granted him a Special Ability called Mass Manipulation. He barely had time to read through the last two privileges when he sensed something was wrong, as a strange tension filled the room. ☩ ────────── ☩ Marvel and all its characters belong to their respective creators. I only own my MC. ☩ ────────── ☩ For 5+ advance chapters visit my patreon. patreon.com/BlazingInk