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My Vampire System In The Dragon World

In a broken world of ash and black clouds, dragons rule the sky and old vampire clans rule the ground. Human life is cheap, sold in chains to dark lords who drink blood and wage silent wars in the night. Kairn is a nameless slave boy in an iron mine at the edge of a dead kingdom, beaten, starving, and waiting to die. On the night a blood-red comet crosses the sky, a dying dragon crashes into the mine and burns everything Kairn has ever known. As he lies under stone and fire, a cold voice speaks in his mind and offers him a deal: live as a cursed vampire, bound to a hidden System that hungers for blood, or die as nothing. Kairn chooses to live. He wakes as a newborn vampire with a status screen carved into his soul, weak stats, and one strange path: “Draconic Bloodbound – locked.” To grow stronger, he must hunt in the dark, feed on those who would kill him, and survive the hunt of both humans and elder vampires who fear what he might become. As Kairn’s level rises, his powers twist his body, his mind, and his sense of mercy. He learns that the System is not a neutral guide but a chain forged by the First Sire, an ancient monster who once enslaved dragons and turned their blood into fuel for vampire evolution. The only way to break that chain is to claim a dragon of his own and evolve into something the world has never seen. In a land where the sun is a rare ghost behind storm clouds and trust is a quick way to die, Kairn must decide what he will sacrifice: his last human feelings, his few fragile allies, or the whole burning world above. There will be no heroes, only hunters and prey.
MJI · 1.4k Views

Heavenly Chaos: The Immortal Everyone Fell For

Lin Feng was never meant to be a hero. An outer disciple of the prestigious Azure Peak Sect, he was known for two things: his rapid cultivation and his uncanny ability to accidentally turn expensive alchemy ingredients into rubble. Everything changes when a routine pill-making session ends in a cataclysmic explosion that levels the Alchemy Hall. Instead of being expelled, Lin Feng discovers a terrifying truth: he possesses a legendary and "impossible" spiritual root that holds the conflicting powers of Chaos and Order. While this dual affinity grants him the potential for god-like power, it also turns his body into a ticking time bomb. With his qi constantly warring within him, Lin Feng is given a deadly ultimatum by the sect's enigmatic and ice-cold leader, Sect Leader Shen Yurong (The Frost Phoenix): Continue his current path and eventually succumb to a violent, internal collapse. Master the Heavenly Chaos Sutra, an ancient, forbidden technique that has claimed the lives of almost everyone who dared to practice it. Forced into the spotlight, Lin Feng must navigate a world of treacherous sect politics, jealous rivals, and the overwhelming expectations of a Sect Leader who sees him as either a future legend or a dangerous liability. As he trains alongside the brilliant and disciplined Disciple Bai, Lin Feng realizes that his chaotic power isn't just a curse—it’s a magnet. In a world where power is everything, can a man who embodies pure contradiction survive long enough to become the legend he was born to be? Or will the very chaos he wields consume him and everyone who has begun to fall for his unpredictable charm?
HUSSNAINYASIN · 319 Views

Thousandth death of Li Fan

In his first life, he was a mortal who swallowed a mysterious stone and died of the plague. In his hundredth life, he was a hero who saved the world, only to be betrayed by those he protected. In his nine-hundred-ninety-ninth life, he was a demon who slaughtered millions, only to be erased by the Heavens themselves. Li Fan has lived the same thirty to forty years for thirty millennia. He is trapped in a cruel time loop, cursed by the Dao itself. No matter how strong he becomes, how many empires he builds, or how deep he hides, "Fate" always conspires to kill him before he can reach the peak. The Universe views him as a virus, and it purges him without fail. Now, Li Fan wakes up in his bed for the 1,000th time. But this time, silence greets him. The Cycle Stone fused to his soul has cracked. The energy is gone. There are no more resets. No more do-overs. If he dies now, he ceases to exist forever. Back in his fifteen-year-old body with garbage aptitude and zero cultivation, Li Fan stands on the edge of the abyss. He has lost his immortality, but he has kept something far more dangerous: The perfect memory of 30,000 years of his life experiences. He knows where every ancient ruin will open down to the second. He knows the fatal weakness of every Sect Ancestor. He knows which useless weed will become a divine cure in ten years, and which "genius" is destined to fall. The Heavens treat all living things as straw dogs? Fine. Then Li Fan will become the fire that burns the straw. Let the final timeline begin.
piggyyyyyguy · 302 Views

My Chrononaut System

It was quiet and peaceful when the sky suddenly tore open. It began as a tremor in the fabric of existence... a faint vibration that rippled through the air, through the oceans, through the bones of every living thing. The world felt it before it saw it. A hum that resonated deep within the Earth, a sound that was not a sound but a pulse, a heartbeat of something vast and ancient awakening. Then came the light. The Veil's Breach appeared without warning, a jagged wound across the skies, stretching from horizon to horizon. It shimmered with colors that defied comprehension, hues that no human eye had ever seen. The air itself seemed to bend around it, warping reality as if the world were being rewritten. From that wound poured Aether–the raw essence of creation, unbound and untamed. It cascaded into the atmosphere like a storm of living light, flooding the world with energy that defied every law of nature. It was beautiful. It was terrible. It was the beginning of the end to every living being or so they thought. At first, humanity watched in awe. The skies glowed with radiant colors, the oceans shimmered with strange luminescence, and the very air hummed with power. Some called it a miracle. Others called it judgment. But whatever it was, they never knew. Within days, the miracle or judgment turned to madness. The Aether did not bless nor did it judge; it consumed. The first storms tore through the world with impossible fury. Lightning of violet and silver carved scars across continents. Winds howled with voices that were not wind. The seas boiled, the ground split, and the stars themselves seemed to flicker in fear. Civilization collapsed in weeks. Machines failed as Aetheric interference devoured power grids and shut satellites. Cities burned under skies that rained liquid light. The old world, the world of science, order, and reason... was gone. And from the chaos, new horrors were born. Creatures emerged from the Aether storms; beings of flesh and crystal, of shadow and flame. They were called Aetheric Beasts, though no name could truly capture what they were. Some resembled twisted reflections of Earth's animals; others were shapes that defied logic, their forms shifting like smoke. They hunted by instinct, drawn to the pulse of life, and wherever they walked, the land itself changed. Forests turned to glass. Rivers glowed with liquid fire. Mountains floated, suspended in the air like fragments of a broken dream. Humanity fought back, but the weapons of the old world were useless. Bullets melted midair. Missiles detonated before launched. The Aether warped everything it touched. And yet, amid the ruin, something extraordinary happened. Some humans began to change. They survived the storms, their bodies adapting to the Aether's touch. They awoke with strange abilities, powers that defied explanation. They could conjure flame, bend metal, heal wounds, or move with impossible speed. They were the first Trait-Born, the children of the new world. The Trait-Born became both saviors and threats. Some used their gifts to protect the remnants of humanity. Others succumbed to the madness of power, becoming monsters no different from the Beasts they fought. In time, the survivors gathered. They built walls of steel and light, powered by the very energy that had destroyed their world. These bastions became the Aether Enclaves–fortified cities shielded by shimmering barriers that repelled the storms and the Beasts alike. Within the Enclaves, humanity endured. Generations passed. The chaos outside the walls became legend, the Descent was a story told in hushed tones. The Aether storms still raged beyond the barriers, but inside, life found rhythm again. 1500 years after the Descent, a young boy who was a null, rose from the lowest tiers and will make a change in this new found world
AlphaDivivine · 39.6k Views

Beneath His Skin

Just a heads up: this story is set in an ancient world, but the characters might occasionally sound a bit more modern. I wanted to keep it lively and relatable, so don’t be surprised if you catch some phrases or expressions that feel like they belong in today’s world! ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** She was too weak to stand beside him. And his heart already belonged to another. Azura Moryn knows the rules of the Crescent Moon Pack:power is everything, and without it, you are nothing. Rankless and orphaned, she has survived on the edges by being invisible. But invisibility is not weakness, it’s a choice. Behind her quiet exterior is a resilient spirit, a surprising bravery, and a clumsy, lovable heart that refuses to be crushed, even when the odds are impossible. Rhydor Drakemire has everything. Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, feared and respected. Groomed for greatness. And deeply in love with the woman he plans to make his Luna. So when fate makes Azura his mate, the choice is simple. He rejects her. A weakling has no place beside an Alpha. And he refuses to give up the woman he loves. The bond should have shattered. Instead, something ancient awakens. Forbidden magic stirs beneath the pack lands. Golden light erupts. Pain tears through them both. And when they wake, the world is wrong. Azura opens her eyes inside the Alpha’s body, strong, powerful, untouchable. Rhydor wakes in hers, powerless, scorned, and unseen. Now their souls switch without warning, trapping them in each other’s skin while enemies circle closer and the pack begins to fracture. Every secret they uncover changes what they thought they knew, about strength, about weakness, about each other. And beyond the pack borders, a brutal Alpha King rises, draining Lunas and hunting power in his obsession with immortality. Old prophecies resurface. Whispers spread of a truth long buried: Only a female Alpha can bring him down. As forbidden magic stirs and betrayal creeps closer than loyalty, an ancient legacy refuses to stay buried any longer. Azura is about to learn the truth of her own blood. And the mate Rhydor rejected may be the one fate chose to change everything. Some bonds are broken by pride. Some curses are written in blood. And some destinies can only be uncovered…
Stephie_writes · 18.3k Views

SETH : The Blind Architect

In the sword-and-sorcery Kingdom of Arcane, the sudden emergence of an unregistered dungeon triggers panic across guilds, churches, and noble houses. Expeditions enter and never return. Rankings escalate from bronze to gold to S-rank, yet the dungeon only grows deadlier—refining itself, adapting, learning. What the world does not know is that the dungeon is not a natural phenomenon. At its heart is Seth Ducalion, the discarded son of House Andreas—blinded, framed, and condemned as useless after a brutal betrayal that costs him his sight and his place in succession. Presumed dead after an ambush on his family’s estate, Seth survives and disappears beneath the earth, where intellect, preparation, and ruthless logic become his weapons. Blind yet calculating, Seth constructs a multi-layered subterranean domain through memory, sound, touch, and precise engineering. Each floor is a deliberate test of attrition, adaptation, and despair. Traps are not meant to kill quickly but to exhaust, mislead, and erase certainty. Magic is countered by mechanism; faith by inevitability. Survivors are not allowed. As the dungeon’s reputation grows, Seth forms uneasy contracts with demons and gods—not as a servant, but as an equal. He eliminates divine subordinates, rejects worship, and accepts commissions only when payment is measured in artifacts and knowledge. His actions draw the attention of higher beings who cannot classify him as mortal, apostle, or monster. Inside the dungeon, Seth refines himself further—creating autonomous guardians, artificial intelligences, living metal constructs, and experimental relic systems. His closest allies include Agatha, a high-caliber witch bound by mutual interest, and Vulcan, a dragon whose mastery of technique tempers Seth’s growing volatility. A catastrophic experiment fractures Seth’s identity, manifesting three ideological variants—Chelsea, Ariel, and Legion—each representing a different path: restraint, growth, and domination. Though united by origin, they act independently, exposing the internal schism forming within Seth’s mind and power. Meanwhile, the world responds with force. Knight orders, noble expeditions, and elite S-rank adventurers descend floor by floor, only to be annihilated. Each defeat confirms a terrifying truth: the dungeon is not meant to be conquered. It is meant to observe, adapt, and prove superiority through endurance. As gods intervene and reality itself strains under the dungeon’s unnatural design, Seth faces a looming existential threat—one that may force him to choose between remaining a hidden architect of judgment or becoming something the world can no longer ignore. Seth is a dark fantasy progression novel about intelligence over strength, identity under pressure, and the cost of absolute preparation—where survival is never accidental, mercy is inefficient, and victory belongs to the one who learns faster than the world can react.
Lucky_Leonardo · 10.5k Views