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On the night everything burns, eighteen-year-old Seraphine rises from a massacre drenched in the blood of everyone she has ever loved. But the horror of that night awakens something far more terrifying than grief. Something ancient. Something powerful. With a single touch, life withers. With a single thought, death bends to her command. The darkness inside her has opened its eyes—and it is ravenous. Her awakening does not go unnoticed. From the shadows emerge the Banes—monstrous beings born of nightmare and hunger—drawn by the devastating power she now carries in her veins. To them, Seraphine is not a girl. She is a weapon. A prize. A harbinger of ruin. Forced to flee a world already cracking beneath unseen forces, Seraphine is taken to Death’s Castle—an ancient, shifting labyrinth where the walls remember every soul that has ever screamed within them. There, she finds herself bound to an unlikely trio of allies: a diviner who sees fate unraveling thread by thread, a war vampire who thrives on blood and chaos, and a silent brute whose loyalty is as unbreakable as his strength. Together they must navigate a destiny none of them fully understand. Because Seraphine’s power is not an accident. It is inheritance. A legacy forged from both darkness and light… from gods and monsters alike. And beyond the fragile edges of the world, something older than death itself is beginning to stir. It has watched empires rise and collapse into dust. It has waited through the silence of forgotten ages. And now— it is waiting for her.

Aperson from earth is reincarnated in the Harry Potter World as Draco Malfoy. Armed with future knowledge, he tries to defeat all obstacles while protecting his family, fighting Voldemort and figuring out how to deal with teenage girls For more chapters patreon.com/Jackssparrow

The Genius Wizard of the Magic Tower Bound by Limits, Verden. Despite having a brilliant mind, his innate magical power was insignificant. He was betrayed by someone he trusted, who stole his thesis, and he ended up as an experimental subject in the Magic Tower. In the face of power stronger than his own, his genius mind alone could do nothing. “So, I must become stronger.” For revenge and survival. He tenaciously endured and endured again, establishing a new theoretical system to defy his nature. And finally, he completed an unprecedented, groundbreaking theory in history. Tomorrow, I will break the limits.

Reincarnated into the Douluo Continent during the era of The Unrivaled Tang Sect, Cealus originally believed that, with a system in hand, he would soar to the peak of the continent from the very start. Who could have expected that this unreliable system would be erased the moment it activated, vanishing without a trace? Just when he thought the script of his life had been completely torn apart, he discovered that the system had not truly disappeared. Instead, it had sacrificed itself to the Heavenly Dao, leaving behind a legacy imbued with unfathomable authority. With no other options, Cealus reluctantly accepted this inheritance, awakening a time-attribute martial soul—Time Ruler, Istaroth. From that moment onward, the power system of the Douluo Continent began to feel… distorted. While others relied on soul power cultivation, spirit rings, and explosive soul skills, his abilities ignored conventional scaling and instead revolved entirely around temporal mechanics. [Effect Precedes Cause] Anchor a future outcome, lock in the result, then retroactively rewrite the past to ensure it happens. [Time Deletion] Erase the process itself and arrive directly at the predetermined conclusion. [Time Reset] On the brink of death one second, completely restored the next. [Time Phase] Your attack may shake the heavens, but my true body exists at another point along the timeline. If you can, pursue me across time itself. There were no exaggerated soul power ranks, no dramatic ring explosions—yet whenever Cealus smiled and casually raised his hand, even the God-Kings of the Divine Realm felt an inexplicable chill. “This person’s soul skills… they operate on principles beyond the laws of this world.” Cealus, later dubbed the King of Narratives and the So-Called Gentleman Who Lives Off His Wife, merely gazed at the vast starry sky above Douluo and let out a faint chuckle. “Even without a system… I remain invincible.”

After joining the Traveler in confronting the Abyss and helping safeguard Natlan, Mavuika witnessed firsthand the tremendous changes the Traveler brought to the continent of Teyvat. When the flames of conflict finally faded and the world returned to peace, Mavuika chose to relinquish her divine authority as the Pyro Archon. Casting aside the mantle of godhood, she returned to a mortal life and spent the rest of her days quietly, finally experiencing the ordinary happiness she had once fought so hard to protect. When her life eventually came to a peaceful end, Mavuika closed her eyes without regret. Yet when she opened them again… She was no longer in Teyvat. Instead, she had been reborn as an infant in a distant and unfamiliar realm. A realm known as Asgard. And in this world of gods, giants, and cosmic power, the former God of Fire of Natlan would once again walk the path of destiny.

The sky bled. The world changed. And the weak were meant to die. Melvin was sixteen years old when Spatial Tears shattered reality, gifting humanity power – and condemning those without it. While others awakened and rose, Melvin was kicked aside, hunted, and nearly erased. Saved by a girl and driven by guilt, he steps into a brutal guild system that feeds the powerless to monsters. When betrayal finally claims his life, fate twists once more. He got rejected by death… or so it seemed. And the weakest survivor is offered dominion through regression. Given the opportunity to become a Primordial, Melvin was going to begin his ascent with resolve and a will that refuses extinction. But… just but… After his regression, there was an unexpected restart. A mysterious change. Hey, join me to read this story and find out more about Melvin and his adventures.

Benign Cross died a hero. Orphaned at fifteen, he became the battlefield legend known as 'The Cross'. When a missile ended his life, he accepted it. All Glory. No regrets. So why did he wake up in a desert in the land of elves? Thrusted into a world resembling a niche fantasy book he once read, Benign is gifted with the SSS-Rank Awakening Legacy System. His mission: Stop the realm glitches. Restore the Primordial Core. Awaken the negligent gods. But he isn't the only one who woke up. Poisoned systems. Berserk hosts. A villain manipulating the glitches. While others stumble in the dark, Benign holds the script. He knows the plot. He knows where the Core hides. And he knows the 'protagonist' this world expects is a danger magnet. His plan is simple: Find the protagonist. Fix the gods. Then dismiss them and take the job for himself. [Reward for completion? A marriage contract to the necromancer fairy who hates you?] "I am not that desperate." [Then... the keys to the lost realms? To own, live, and satiate your curiosity?] A smirk grew on Benign's face. "You should have said that first." The soldier is back for duty. And this time, he's playing for keeps. [give to the few chapters to judge, please]

Within the mythical realms, a catastrophic meteor strike wipes out every dragon in Realm Raxatia. Except one. Zephyr survives. Burdened with a mysterious system and a vengeance he barely understands, the notoriously lazy dragon—who preferred naps over flight training—finds himself exiled to the human realm. His memories are sealed. His rage is not. His journey is lonely. Forced to navigate a world of evolving system hosts, shifting alliances, and silent predators, Zephyr begins hunting answers… only to uncover something far worse. The systems are corrupted. His is the only system that evolved. What destroyed Raxatia was not an accident. If he fails, other realms will be next.

In his new life, Alan dreamed of peace and quiet. A single letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry shatters that dream and brings with it the ultimate cheat item: a complete manual of necromantic magic. Embracing his inner dark mage, he enters the halls of Hogwarts determined to become the greatest necromancer the wizarding world has ever seen — while still pretending he’s just an ordinary boy who “loves magical research.” School life will never be the same.

The level of magical power determines where justice lies. "Truth lies in the gap between levels of magic. History is the hymn written by those who survive." Owen Carat looked at Voldemort standing right in front of him, along with the army of Death Eaters he led, and said in a calm tone, "You're louder than the wind itself. Please dance with it — Endless Gale." Watching Voldemort and the Death Eaters swept high into the air by the powerful tornado, Hogwarts fell into an eerie silence. It lasted until the little wizard who had been walking and reading quietly disappeared from sight. Only then did someone finally breathe a soft sigh of relief. "I knew it. Even Voldemort can't break Owen's rules, or he'll get punished just the same." A certain Mr. Weasley who preferred to remain nameless watched the figures spinning in the wind with a rather unpleasant expression. He and his twin brother had known the power of that self-created spell ever since their first year... //==============// This is an alternate universe Harry Potter fanfiction. The protagonist knows almost nothing about the original series, and some ideas may still feel a bit immature as the story develops. Please bear with it!

Warning - Adult 18+ content If you love apocalyptic world than you are at right place. Read few chapters and you will definitely love it. Nonetheless here is short summary - World have been hit by a virus which infected most of the people. Those who survived it become evolver and those who didn't are dead. With a survival rate below one percent, fewer than a million people were left on Earth after one month of the apocalypse. Lukas got infected while securing some food for his family and when he thought it was his end, he received a message from God of Lust whose small mistake doomed earth... Important Points:- No NTR, No Yuri . Hidden Tags:- Netori, Taboo(Non-blood related),Heavy smut, Anal, Milfs

In a city ravaged by the Blacklight virus, he was a mortal god, taking a nuclear bomb with his own flesh. In the Warhammer universe, he was a ray of hope amidst the shadows of the Warp. In the Hell of Destruction, he was the Final Judgment atop a heap of demon skulls... "Here comes Emhyr var Emreis, the White Flame that dances upon the graves of my enemies, Emperor of Nilfgaard." The herald's voice echoed through the hall, while the man on the throne merely smiled. "Before you is—" "His Majesty Kal-El I, Lord of Mankind, Emperor of the Sun and Light, King of Elden, Supreme Sorcerer of the Warlock Conclave, Nightmare of Chaos Daemons, White Frost Terminator, Savior of All Realms!" For more chapters patreon.com/Robertt45

On a perfectly average Tuesday, Dustin's nap got interrupted by the end of the world. A new reality. A system. Classes, stats, and a monster filled forest where dying means staying dead. In a world built for the bold, the brave, and the physically fit, Dustin got assigned the Rogue class. He has not jogged in five years. In a place that should terrify him, surrounded by people frantically forming armies and charging into danger, Dustin finds himself thinking one thing. Finally. Something interesting. Perhaps the laziest man alive was always meant for a world like this.

In the Seventeenth World, only ten percent have power. Ruo Kotaro is not one of them. He is the weakest human... invisible, forgotten, alone. Until he meets Kent Long, the strongest human, beneath the World Tree. But their world is not what it seems. It is an orphan... torn from a greater multiverse by a collision of titans. And watching from the shadows is a man with no name. Black eyes like an abyss. A face that shows nothing. He awakened at six in a world where only one percent have power. He walked the eighth path... Betrayal. He holds a blueprint no one else knows exists. He could have been king. He refused the crown. He could have sat on the throne. He refused the seat of power. Now the Illimitable Court has placed a bounty on him. Dead or alive or half dead. The Judgement Board shows a blank where his name should be—first position, most wanted, most dangerous. Hunters will come. Choices will be made. Bonds will break. Four orphans. One kingless world. One who refused everything. And the King of Evil, waiting in the shadows. Some thrones are not taken. They are earned. Some kings are not born. They are chosen. But this is not only the story of the world seventeen. This is the story of someone who belongs to Omniranked world two who walks between the worlds.

Reborn in 1990s Britain, Noah quickly saw endless business opportunities with his modern knowledge. Success seemed inevitable. But everything changed the day he read a newspaper headline: Howard Stark Dies in Tragic Car Accident. That was when he realized—he wasn’t in the world he thought he was. Things took an even stranger turn when, at eleven years old, an owl delivered a letter that shattered everything he believed— Support link: pat reon.com/RioRaRyu [10+ advance chs] ----------- Copyright disclaimer: I do NOT own anime nor any character or works featured in the fan-fiction. No copyright infringement intended.

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? Discord: https://discord.gg/RHyMpbw3np

The narrative revolves around a boy who was born amidst a period of immense chaos, coinciding with the occurrence of a historic blood war. His birth took place at midnight, and as he was swaddled in a towel in his mother's embrace, unforeseen events unfolded, with certain individuals attempting to harm the child. Subsequently, they found themselves pursued in a vehical, which narrowly escaped destruction when a bomb detonated nearby, leaving the vehicle severely damaged. Both his mother and father fought valiantly but ultimately perished. Remarkably, the child survived, rescued by his father's closest friend who, despite sustaining injuries, managed to save him. The boy's identity was then meticulously concealed from the world, allowing him to be raised away from public attention. However, one day, his guardian, his father's best friend, decided to enroll him in the world's sole academy dedicated to the vessel of art.

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)

The fantasy novel The Demon Seal is a book I had the unfortunate idea of reading several years ago... and then conveniently forgetting about. The plot is painfully simple: the dazzlingly beautiful Clarissa receives a mysterious demon's seal. Sounds intriguing, right? Well, the seal conveniently comes with an automatic marriage to the very demon who placed it. And of course, the package also includes the essentials - dangerous trials, plenty of tears, assassination attempts, palace intrigues, a few dramatic fainting spells, and endless suffering... all while wearing beautiful dresses. Of course, at some point the story introduces a beautiful prince-mage. Noble, dazzling, tragically silent, and suspiciously perfect. He saves Clarissa, defeats evil, breaks the seal, and - naturally - marries her. And they lived happily ever after. The end. No unexpected twists. No moral dilemmas. No gray areas. Everything is so sweet it practically makes your teeth ache. And that brings us to the question of the century: Why, out of all possible worlds, did I have to reincarnate into this mediocre novel?! And here's the best part - I'm not even the main character. No. I'm an NPC. Fantastic. Just fantastic.