dragon

The story of a man's transmigration into a world of swords and sorcery, carrying a curse from a dragon from his previous life. "Go, continue your life elsewhere. I'll give you all my energy so you can survive in this new world and keep your promise. Give me as many children as possible, and until you fulfill your promise, I won't let you die," That's what the dragon told him. When he was in an accident and died and was nearly taken by the dragon, his father, who was with him and carried the dragon's curse within him, exchanged his life for the man's as a child. Since then, he lived with the curse without knowing it until he was finally killed by a train while saving a child. The curse, which wouldn't allow him to die, transformed his body, and transported him to another world to fulfill the curse's pact with his ancestors. This is the story of the man, from his arrival in his new world to his eventual rise to power and the declaration, "Who cares about the curse? I want to live and clean up this world," after he saw what had happened in his new world.

Hello, I live in the Demon Continent. The land of ash skies, endless night, and the towering citadel where the Demon King lives and rules over everything and everybody. No one dares speaks back to him. And yet, lately, the humans, guided by their fickle gods and led by their so-called heroes have started to win for some inexplicable reason. “Every day is so boring,” I muttered as I watched their armies breach our borders. “I feel indifferent about everything. Isn’t there anything that could make life even slightly entertaining?” However, lately, the humans led by their heroes guided by their Gods, have started an onslaught and was finally winning. From the highest balcony of the Demon King’s castle, with the smoke of war curling up toward me, the demon castle rumbled as the gates were finally breached and the fight of the heroes against the Demon King has began. While that was happening, I entertained these thoughts without urgency, without fear, just mild curiosity. Who am I, you ask? I am not the Demon King. I am not his right hand, nor his left. But if one were to rank us, I would be the second-strongest existence in this land. In a story, I suppose I would be the “Hidden Boss.” The truth is, I don’t know what I should do. Unlike the Demon King, I feel nothing for this world, no loyalty, no greed for conquest or power. If anything, I just feel tired. I do not feel any purpose. I don’t know why I even exist. I look from the veranda and watch. Before me, I cannot see nothing but the barren lands and the dark forests of the Demon Continent. I try to remember the color in the human realm. I miss it. Should I kill the Demon King and leave? …Tempting, but unrealistic. He’d annihilate me before I even got the chance. So I sigh, and I wait, and I watch. Then, in a twist no demon had expected, the humans defeated the Demon King. Just like that, a thousand years of war ended—and the world entered an era of “peace”. And so, with nothing left to tie me here, I left. Retired from demon life.

On his way home from work, an ordinary man from Earth stumbles upon a bizarre scene—a chaotic battle in the sky, with people flying and clashing over a shimmering golden sphere. Holding his can of Coke, he mutters in disbelief, "This is Coke, right?" Shrugging off the absurdity, he tosses the can and walks away. But fate has other plans. In the next instant, something strikes his head, and he dies on the spot. When he wakes, it’s not in the afterlife but in a completely different world—reborn as a baby. Unbeknownst to him, the golden sphere that caused his death has merged with his Sea of Souls: the The Infinite Fortune Core, a heaven-defying treasure capable of altering destiny itself. Years later, as he uncovers the core’s secrets, he realizes its boundless potential. With this gift, his journey from an unassuming mortal to a ruler who defies gods, demons, and the heavens begins. Armed with this treasure, he will walk the path to ultimate supremacy and carve his name across eternity. "I may have been an ordinary man, but now? I am limitless." *** he will gain his Cheat on 5 or 6 Chaps, so be Patient guys

Maximus Drakhalis died as the weakest son of the Iron Kingdom’s strongest war clan. He watched the Blackstone Citadel burn, betrayed by the Church and slaughtered by demons. He died powerless, witnessing the end of his legendary family. Then, he opened his eyes. He has returned to the morning of the attack. Max is fifteen again, physically frail, and stripped of his battle scars. He has no system, no cheat skills, and no time. The demons are hours away, the ancestral seals are already cracked, and the traitor stands at his father's right hand. But this time, Max has something else: the memories of a war that hasn't happened yet, and the awakening of Cinder, a Sovereign Dragon spirit that terrified even the void. Max refuses to be the hero who saves the world. He knows he isn't the one meant to rule. His goal is to forge a path of blood and shadows so his sister, Violet, can ascend as the Queen the world needs. Monarchs wear the crowns. But the King-Maker carries the war. ---------------------------------------------------- Update 1 Chapter Daily

Versees wakes up as a dragon in another world. Through tribulations he is thrusted into the wilderness with his brother and they seek to thrive and conquer. Versees has the power to consume the traits of that which he consumes. He has to learn to utilize that power so that he can reach unparalleled heights.

In a world of power struggles and betrayal, A hero was once a loyal warrior who dedicated his life to helping his childhood friend ascend to the throne. Through blood, sweat, and unwavering devotion, he paved the way for his friend's reign—only to be betrayed the moment his goal was achieved. His life was cruelly stolen, but fate had other plans. Instead of death, he awakens in his childhood once more, armed with the memories of his tragic fate. This time, he will not be the loyal shadow of a false friend. This time, he will seize the throne himself. Yet, this is not his story. Our true protagonist is an ordinary man who finds himself reincarnated into this world—not as a hero, but as an extra. A mere background character destined to meet a tragic end, a third prince whose death will serve only as fuel for the true villain's rise. Slated to become an undead knight under the fourth prince, the last and most terrifying villain of this dark tale, he must now defy fate itself. With knowledge of the future and a world filled with scheming nobles, ruthless warriors, and an impending catastrophe, can this forsaken prince change his fate? Or will he meet his destined end, only to rise as a pawn in the villain’s grand scheme? A tale of revenge, survival, and defying fate begins now ......Only to end up, as I messed up(Author), So, rewrite starts from the Volume 2, and guys can also see the first one, just read it upto Grimopire chap, after that its waste of your money.

He lived in a cupboard. Now he’s coming for payback. When Harry Potter meets a snake in the dark, he doesn’t just learn the truth—he finds his power. No more being pushed around. No more playing nice. With Dumbledore’s grip slipping and old friends on thin ice, Harry’s ready to settle scores… with a wand in one hand and a serpent on his shoulder. Revenge has never looked this magical.

A world drowned in chaos — where demons rule, knights fall, and wizards twist fate itself. Creatures of every nightmare walk under burning skies, each one hungry to claim the throne of creation. But whenever darkness devours the light, a spark rises from the ashes. Someone who fights… for those too afraid to lift their blades. He is not a hero. Not a god. He is something far more terrifying— The chosen one. A monster. A knight. A half-dragon. A son born of stone and fire. The one who carries the fury of the dragons and the will of men. The one the world calls… THE DRAGON KNIGHT — the guardian who stands when even hope has fallen.

Casamir is a hero of legend. The greatest king to have ever walked the lands of Meliusse. But no great man can ever truly be good. Casamir has a fate he cannot escape; his coming to the Southeresse is as the footsteps of magic and war.

In the Monster Hunter world, he hunts side by side with Pokémon. In the Pokémon world, he raises Elder Dragons. After all—why should your next Pokémon even be a Pokémon? “Look over there! Someone’s walking up to hunt Groudon with a longsword!” “Meme-chan, let’s show them our bond—Nergigante, Mega Evolve!” The early chapters focus on the New World arc of Monster Hunter, while later parts will include elements from Monster Hunter Stories and Pokémon Note: This story takes place in an alternate universe timeline, which means character ages, events, and continuity may differ from the official canon. Please keep this in mind while reading.

They called him the Boy Who Lived… now he’s the boy you don’t cross. When Harry Potter talks to a snake in the dark, he doesn't just uncover secrets—he unlocks something dangerous. The old rules? Broken. The golden boy act? Gone. With Dumbledore losing control, and friends turning into strangers, Harry’s done playing the hero. He’s got a wand, a snake, and a growing list of payback to deliver. Hogwarts won’t know what hit it. This time, the Chosen One chooses vengeance.

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

It had only been a few days since he had somehow survived the Chamber of Secrets, and once again Harry Potter felt like the Magical World was completely mad. Death Eater and unrepentant monster Lucius Malfoy had unleashed a beast that could have easily wiped out an entire generation- a 60 foot long snake that could kill with a glance, let loose in a school full of children, including his own son, and yet he walked out of Hogwarts a free man. Albus Dumbledore was supposedly the greatest wizard alive and had an enormous amount of power as the head of the magical version of British parliament as well the magical version of the UN. But he let a man whose actions had terrorized and nearly killed students under Dumbledore's supposed protection go with a mere twinkle in his eye and a warning to behave himself. Was it any wonder the Death Eaters had caused so much destruction if the great hero fought terrorists with little more than stern words? Of course, this was also the second year in a row that a boy who grew up in a cupboard had to save the school from the most evil Dark Lord in history. What made this pitiful fact even worse was that he had been shunned by almost the entire school because he could speak to snakes, which obviously made him a Dark Lord in training. They turned on their hero in the blink of an eye because they were all completely mad. These thoughts made it a bit clearer why he had been abandoned to a life of slavery and abuse after saving them all as a baby- why would these crazy people bother caring about the fate of their savior? Want to see where Harry and Pansy’s story goes next? Join me on my Website or Patreon for early access to chapters and more: perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com and patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre respectively. Your support helps me keep the adventure going!

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

Warning: This is AU. This does not follow canon. —————— Prince Jaehaerys, third son of the Mad King, returns to the capital at the command of his brother, King Rhaegar. Whispers call him "the prince of scrolls"—a young man with a passion for maesters and knowledge. Now, he must take the hand of Princess Daenerys in marriage, a union that promises castle and gold. But what reason does he have to refuse when his own nephew, Prince Daemon, seeks his death? Will he allow his nephew to claim victory? And why does one dragon fear the wrath of another? “If marrying my sister grants me the means to achieve my goals, I will not hesitate to fight—not even against the one said to be equal to Ser Barristan the Bold.” “And what goal is that?” For advanced chapters: [email protected]/WalderBlack

"What do you know?" "I know that Jon is Rhaegar's bastard with Lyanna" "He's trueborn" "What" "They were married in front of Lyanna's gods on the isle of faces and in the light of the seven at a small sept near Harrenhall" "Jon, is trueborn" "Yes" "You raised the rightful heir to the throne as a bastard" "Robert is king" "JON IS KING and you raised him as a bastard so your fat friend could sit on his throne" "I protected him, as was my sister's wish" "YOU PROTECTED YOUR FRIEND AND LET YOUR NEPHEW SUFFER BECAUSE OF IT" Stark looked at him with guilt in his eyes and Jaime felt his anger seep out, Rhaegar's son, his trueborn son raised as a bastard, but alive, in this way Stark had done something he could not, he'd saved Rhaegar's child and for that he was grateful "What are your plans for Jon, Lord Stark?" "I…" "You have none, you won't legitimize him or give him his own keep, so what, have him be a guard, a master or arms, or will you ship him off to the nights watch" "The nights watch is an honorable calling for a bastard" If you’re looking for a story full of unexpected alliances, tough choices, and a new twist on the world of Westeros, Oaths of Honor might be your next read. Check out the advanced chapters on my Website at https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or Patreon at patreon.com/PercivalLannister and see how far Jaime and Jon are willing to go when everything is on the line.

Born with a mediocre spiritual root, Ye Fan was never meant to rise. Mocked by his peers, overshadowed by geniuses, and ignored by the sect elders, he should have lived his life at the bottom—weak, ordinary, and forgettable. But destiny had other plans. A mysterious dream. A forgotten bloodline. A path of cultivation no one has ever walked before. To grow stronger, Ye Fan must face countless trials— And eventually, he will be forced to choose: Power… or the things he cherishes most. In a world where strength is everything, what will he be willing to lose to reach the peak?

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

In the drab monotony of his 9–5 cubicle life, Lyden Snow never expected anything more exciting than another spreadsheet—until Angela, a four‑hundred‑year‑old succubus of breathtaking beauty, materializes on his commute and shatters his world—literally. One electric liaison later and a screeching car crash send him hurtling into a hospital bed, where he awakens to a staggering truth: he is no longer fully human, nor is his life bound to a single reality. Drawn into the hidden realms that lie parallel to our own, Lyden must traverse the perilous Borderlands—domains woven from ancient myth and ruled by primal forces. There, the “Pillars” that uphold both mortal and immortal worlds are under siege by an unknown darkness. To save everything he holds dear, he must master the unexpected powers pulsing within him, forge uneasy alliances with dragons, merfolk, and other supernatural beings, and confront a conspiracy that reaches back to the dawn of creation. As Lyden’s circle of allies grows—each bearing their own secrets and desires—so too does the danger. Seductive succubi vie for his loyalty, legendary beasts test his mettle, and gods long thought dead stir in their slumber. Every battle brings him closer to the heart of the enigma: what is the true origin of his newfound abilities, and why do the very forces of myth converge around him?