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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

Trong căn chòi rách nát, tiếng gió lùa qua khe liếp rít lên từng hồi, mang theo mùi máu tanh nồng quyện chặt vào cái lạnh lẽo của tro bếp đã tàn từ lâu. Trên tấm phản gỗ, người mẹ nằm bết bát mồ hôi, đôi bàn tay gầy guộc siết chặt lấy tay chồng như cố bấu víu vào chút hy vọng sống cuối cùng. Dưới chân bà, bà đỡ vừa đưa tay đón lấy hình hài nhỏ bé thì bỗng khựng lại, hơi thở dồn dập hóa thành một cái rùng mình tê dại. Đứa trẻ ra đời trong một sự im lặng đến rợn người. Không có tiếng khóc xé tan màn đêm, cũng chẳng có lấy một nhịp thở yếu ớt. Nó đột ngột mở trừng đôi mắt màu hổ phách rực rỡ một cách dị thường. Ánh nhìn ấy không hề mờ đục như trẻ sơ sinh mà sắc lạnh, già dặn, xoáy sâu vào tâm can người đối diện như thể đang phán xét cả thế gian. Nó khẽ vặn mình, cái đầu nhỏ cố sức lắc qua lắc lại, dò xét từng gương mặt trong căn phòng bằng vẻ tỉnh táo đầy ma mị. Khi người mẹ run rẩy ôm con vào lòng, một luồng điện lạnh toát chạy dọc sống lưng khiến bà suýt nữa đã buông tay. Đôi mắt ấy… tuyệt nhiên không phải của một thiên thần. "Nó... nó là con của Ác quỷ!" – Người cha thốt lên với giọng khàn đặc. Ông lùi lại cho đến khi lưng chạm vào vách đất lạnh lẽo, gương mặt biến dạng vì kinh hãi. Bản năng của một người nông dân chất phác mách bảo ông rằng, thứ này không thuộc về thế giới của họ. "Chúng ta phải giết nó thôi!" – Ông thì thầm trong hơi thở hổn hển, bàn tay thô ráp run rẩy nắm lấy con dao đi rừng dựng nơi góc cột. Người mẹ ôm chặt đứa trẻ hơn, nước mắt tuôn dài trên đôi gò má hốc hác. Bà nghẹn ngào giữa tình mẫu tử và nỗi sợ hãi tột cùng: "Nhưng... lỡ đây là đứa trẻ được Chúa gửi đến thì sao? Có lẽ nó chỉ... khác biệt thôi." Người cha bàng hoàng nhìn vợ, rồi lại nhìn vào đôi mắt hổ phách không hề chớp của đứa trẻ. Sự hiện diện của nó như rút cạn mọi hơi ấm trong căn nhà. Ông khuỵu xuống, giọng nói vỡ vụn: "Nhưng chúng ta không thể nuôi nổi nó... Sự khác biệt này sẽ bóp nghẹt tất cả chúng ta." Trong đêm tối mênh mông, dưới ánh đèn dầu leo lét, một quyết định đầy tội lỗi và hy vọng đã được đưa ra. Đứa trẻ được quấn trong tấm vải bố thô sơ, bị bỏ lại trước cổng nhà thờ lạnh lẽo, mang theo đôi mắt hổ phách nhìn thấu màn đêm thẳm sâu.

Cecil "I was killed by debt collectors who were after my father in my past life and got a second chance to change my fate. I won't throw it away." Keith "I don't care that he is my childhood best friend. He is mine and he will always be mine. Even death won't take us apart." Dylan "I never knew what love was until I met him. Ever since then, I can't take my eyes off him. For the first time in my life, I want someone. That someone being Cecil." Hello everyone, I am very happy that you decided to read my work and I hope you'll like it. Please keep in mind that this novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. That would probably be everything from my side. Please don't copy my work and enjoy! Elbereth Luo

Rylen was once an ordinary university student. Reborn into a world where strength decides everything, he believed reaching the peak was only a matter of effort. Knights ruled the land, kingdoms rose through blood and steel, and power was measured by how far one could push the human body. Magic existed only in stories. That changed when Rylen awakened a Simulation System. He can enter simulated futures—living entire lifetimes filled with success, failure, and death—before returning to reality with the experience intact. Each simulation offers knowledge, skills, or insight, but every choice carries a cost. With poor natural talent , Rylen uses the system to survive, grow, and secure his position in a world that devours the weak. From managing a dying town to standing at the center of political and military conflict, he steadily carves his path upward. As his influence expands, so does his view of the world. Strange creatures appear. Forbidden experiments surface. Secrets once dismissed as rumors begin to leave traces behind. The higher Rylen climbs, the harder it becomes to believe that knights are the limit of power. Yet Rylen does not chase legends blindly. His goal remains unchanged—to stand at the top, to see how far this world truly extends, and to claim every opportunity it offers. Whatever lies beyond the horizon, he intends to reach it.

Six teens of Clairwood found out they have magic and find out that they are the most powerful witch coven, but they don’t know the dangers of the supernatural world. Please be patient for more chapters!

He was once just a boy from Earth—one who read manga late into the night, laughed at simple things, and believed that heroes existed because the world needed them. Then a book tore him away from that life. Dragged into a world of quirks and sacrifice, he was chosen by a power that was never meant for him. One For All settled into his body—unstable, resisting, yet unwilling to leave. He was not a symbol like All Might. He was not the chosen successor like Deku. He was a mistake. A second inheritor. A contradiction fate could not erase. As his memories of Earth slowly faded, the strongest villain turned its gaze toward him—not as a hero, but as a variable capable of breaking the world’s balance. Because Zeke Kaito was never supposed to exist. And yet, if the world was to be saved, it might be by the one who never should have had the power at all.

He didn’t wake up stronger. He woke up useful. After dying quietly in a collapsing world, Kael opens his eyes in a city that runs on order, probability, and sacrifice. Power is measured. Risk is calculated. People are sorted into roles that maximize survival. Kael doesn’t fit any of them. Unregistered and unclassed, he’s placed on probation and sent on “low-risk” assignments—jobs no one important wants. Somehow, every mission stabilizes when he’s there. Somehow, the worst outcomes never quite happen. The system calls it optimization. Kael feels the cost. As the Guild leans on him to hold failing lines together, Kael’s body begins to break under a pressure no one else can see. Medics notice injuries that shouldn’t exist. Handlers start watching more closely. And the city keeps moving, indifferent to what it takes to keep it standing. In a world that treats people as infrastructure, Kael must decide how long he’s willing to be the thing that bears the weight. Because the moment he stops holding everything together— the system will have to admit what it’s been sacrificing all along.

> Hello! Thank you so much for your interest, I really appreciate it. But I need to be honest with you — this story wasn’t supposed to be published yet. It was still in development and was only meant to be released after I finished my other works. Unfortunately, someone accessed my account without permission and published it early, out of order, and without my consent. I'm already working on fixing the situation, but I wanted to make it clear that this release was not authorized by me. I’m really glad you're excited about the story, and when the right time comes, it will be launched properly — the way it was meant to be. Thank you for your understanding and for supporting my work. After waking up in a strange, empty place, I saw a floating robot introducing itself as Rob. As a nerd, I immediately imagined I'd be reincarnated in One Piece, Naruto, Dragon Ball, or maybe even High School DxD. But then, Rob dropped the bombshell: I was going to be reincarnated in Twilight... as Bella Swan’s brother. Memories of endless teenage drama, awkward glances, and vampire love triangles flooded my mind. I groaned, trying to convince Rob to have mercy on me and not send me to that nightmare world. "Please, Rob," I begged. "Anything but Twilight. I can’t handle that kind of drama." Rob paused for a moment, analyzing my desperation. Then, surprisingly, it offered a solution.

A monotonous life and a ridiculous death under the wheels of a bus marked the end of Logan. What he didn’t expect was to wake up in a fantasy world… inside the body of a stunning homeless young woman with fiery orange hair. Disoriented, naked, and armed with nothing but her wits, Logan (now she) is forced to survive on the streets of a city brimming with magic, exotic races, and unleashed desires. What Logan doesn’t know is that her new life comes with a hidden power: the ability to copy the skills of anyone she shares a bed with. But this gift has one small catch… it will take her a full month to realize it. Now her path is set: Survive the streets of a brutal fantasy world. Master the power to copy any skill. Conquer submissive witches, blindfolded madams, and every beautiful woman who crosses her path. And rise from naked homeless vagrant… to unstoppable legend. What to expect next? Let’s just say Mara tasting, pleasing, and dominating yanderes, beastgirls, witches, succubi, elves, adventurers… no hole or heart is safe from her skill-stealing, pleasure-breaking aura. Intense romance, raw drama, addictive chemistry, and endless escalation incoming! Content Tags: → Smut / R18+ (Explicit lesbian/female-focused scenes) → Harem, Yuri, Femdom, Threesomes+ → Fantasy Worldbuilding, Adventure, Action → Skill Copy System / Progression / Overpowered Growth → Clever & Opportunistic MC, Ruthless when needed, Highly Adaptive → Beastkin, Elves, Witches, Multiple Races, Milfs → System + Worldbuilding + Erotic Driven → No NTR Here → All Characters, Including The Protagonist, Are Adults. NEW CHAPTERS EVERYDAY

Long before vampires existed, there was fire. Michael Keller is an immortal anomaly reborn centuries too early, untouched by age or death, wielding a power that bends but never obeys witchcraft. For over a thousand years, he watched history unfold in silence, protecting hidden covens and burning the dead so their souls never lingered too long. In the modern world, his presence shatters the balance. Spells misfire, Originals grow uneasy, doppelgängers draw his attention and ancient magic recognizes him as something undeniable, a force of nature that cannot be stopped. Neither hero nor villain, Michael is a force of restraint in a world of excess. And when fire enters Mystic Falls, fate doesn’t repeat itself. It burns. Patreon.com/Fredozy.

"If you could turn back time in order to save everybody, even if you would be forgotten by the world would you still do it?" "Yes, I owe it to them to at least try." ... The world has ended. Only a single survivor is left. Seeing the ruins, Raymond in an impulsive decision chooses to reverse time. Sending the whole world 25 years into the past but in the process gets stuck inside the world he wrote a novel about! With the world soon about to face a calamity, all I want is to go back home! Yet, I've become the shadow of my favorite character. Forced to obey her every command! Money? Fame? Who cares about that when the demon king is arriving soon! I just want to live a comfortable life!

AN EPIC JOURNEY TO FIND THE LOST RELICS OF AN EMPIRE

Avatar Aang has been missing for ten years. And the world is in chaos. The ruthless fire nation has begun hunting down and eliminating any airbender survivors with ruthless efficiency. But when a young band of heroes meets a mysterious wanderer. They must band together to endure amid the onslaught of war. Short novelization of my friends avatar Dungeons and Dragons Game. Thought it would be fun to try and write. Still a work in progress. New chapters every week.

Yuuta was the weakest, most average guy on Earth—barely scraping through college, working a part-time job, and growing up in a quiet orphanage with no family to call his own. Life was simple, predictable... and lonely. Then one night, everything changed. He had a vivid dream of sleeping with stunning, powerful Dragon Queen from another world. He woke up, convinced it was just a dream. Until she showed up in his room with child—wings, horns, and a little girl who called him “Papa.” Erza, the Dragon Queen, had crossed worlds and was now stuck in the human world, her immense power sealed away. Now she had to learn to live in cramped apartments, work secret Job, and navigate the chaos of Earth. Yuuta, once invisible and forgotten, suddenly found himself with a family, responsibilities, and feelings he never imagined possible. But beneath the surface, a secret lies buried—one tied to Yuuta’s mysterious mother and the hidden truths woven into the lives of his wife and daughter, His orgin and cursed everything was conncet to Him. As monsters, magic, and enemies close in, Yuuta doesn’t have to be a hero. He just needs to be the man who will protect everything he holds dear.

Why, how, and what are just a few of the many questions plaguing Corvus's mind since he regained consciousness. Yes, his supposed mother is hot, his father is not, he is in a castle, and a strange-looking creature tends to his needs, suspiciously resembling a house-elf. He is sure he is in a Harry Potter Universe or some fantasy England-based story, but judging from the decor of the house, he cannot be sure. He has seen the house-elf disappearing in front of his naked eyes, confirming this is some fantasy setting. But everything becomes clear when he turns three years old. His mother excitedly asks him to get ready to meet their Lord. Who could the Lord be? He is not even sure what year it is. He is not allowed to leave his room, and his parents meet him maybe once a week. The lack of communication and his small body make it very difficult for Corvus to ascertain who is who in the zoo. Anyways, he dresses up and goes to the doom-and-gloom drawing room. There, he sees a man with pale skin, black hair, and red eyes sitting in the chair where his grandfather usually sits. "Here comes my son, Corvus Marvolo Lestrange," says his mother in a delightful tone. Red eyes curiously glance over him, and with a raised brow, the man says, "Marvolo, huh? Hmm, you may address me as 'My Lord,' little Corvus." "Yes, My Lord," says Corvus nervously. Could it be what he is dreading? "No need to be nervous. Let me introduce myself. I am Lord Voldemort. It should be your pleasure to meet me." At this moment, everything becomes quite clear to Corvus. Yes, it is what he is dreading. He quickly thinks of a response. "It is, My Lord, but I do not know what 'pleasure' means," replies Corvus in a respectful tone. The Dark Lord laughs, and with him, everyone else in the room laughs as well. "Take your son away, Bella. We have much to discuss," says the Dark Lord in an amused tone. As Corvus is taken away to his room, thousands of thoughts start rampaging through his head. He knows the future he has been contemplating is now much, much more complicated. Why the heck is his middle name Marvolo? Who gave him this accursed name? How did he end up here? Why at this time? What should he do? WHAT... HOW... WHY... the FUCK????!!!!

"Are you planning on seducing me?" He saw her freeze in shock, she quickly closed the book, stood up and turned to look at him, his face was so close to hers, making her stagger back and gasp when she was falling, her eyes widen in fright only to feel a powerful hand round her tiny waist and pull her close, their body touching with her hands on his hard chest, she stared into his eyes and he did same, they stood that way for few seconds, then She blinked, "Excuse me," she was about to step back when suddenly he pulled her back close again, she gasped "Let me go!" She said staring into his eyes and he just grinned, She suddenly stopped moving as she stared at him, he noticed her eyes flickering between white and green, then it turned white and she suddenly raised her hands and rounded it around his neck, who smirked looking at her. "I want to kiss you?" She said seductively and his grin widen, he knew she wasn't in her right mind now, her mermaid being had taken over but that's what her being wants and he wanted to see what would happen when she gains conscious. "Go ahead," he said smiling and watched her get closer to him, the she touched her lips to his in a kiss, she closed her eyes and he only stared at the expression on her face with his hands in his pocket, she just rested her lips on his in a simple kiss, because she wasn't experienced in doing this things, neither her mermaid self nor her human self but even with the simple kiss, he could feel himself arousing, he could feel his manhood hardening

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

I had just finished one of the best games I have ever played, only to look up and find I was no longer in my room, but kneeling in the bloody sand of a colossal, sun-baked fighting arena. How did this happen? How did things go from playing a video game to being transported into the body of a background character within the game, who was exonerated and abandoned due to not having as much magical potential as the rest of the family? …A character who was doomed to die a very horrible death right at the beginning of the game?

After a thousand years, the chains can no longer hold back that threat. That person has returned, bringing with them an unerasable hatred, and embarks on a journey to reclaim their own power.