(A story based and inspired by another novel called Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) The story of a famous Influencer finding herself making a personal conflict with the infamous and the lonely demon of nine years ago out of the desire to take revenge for his disrespect towards her! But conflict always has its own ending-and eventually, they resolve it with redemption and acceptance along with their friends... ...or at least, that's what the 'plot' of this story is supposed to be. I warn you-things have taken a different turn. Some changes happen naturally, some for the better. But others... were never meant to happen. Unprecedented occurrences. "Interruptions" that should have never existed. And if anything-they're rather disturbing.

Warriors train their bodies. Scholars fill their minds. Every cultivator must have both and the talent to harness qi. But when the youngest princess of the murim lord was born, her golden core had to be sealed immediately because her talent for harvesting qi was too strong. Follow her as she regains her talent as the weakest murim princess. Warning: Psychologically painful. Happy ending. Emotional healing. Prepare tissues.

MATURE CONTENT (Not suitable for readers under the age 18) Irene Harvey's life comes crumbling when her mate rejects her on their wedding day and her father is arrested by her sworn enemy, Alpha Devon. This takes her back to square one, stripping her of every power she had as an Alpha daughter and turning into an Omega over night. To wash down the misery of being ruined by a man that not only arrested her father but had also killed her brother, she decided to go for a party. In that party, she meets a mysterious man in which she is attracted to. He takes her to his private cabin and they share a hot, steamy night. Irene Harvey’s life comes crumbling the second time when she learnt that the man she shared a steamy night with was Alpha Devon, the man she had always detested and the new Alpha of her Pack. —- “What do you want?” Irene spat, not bothering to flip the light on. His scent that she loathed with every fiber of her being announced him before his lips did. “You,” he replied softly, as if he hadn’t just snapped an innocent man’s neck for merely speaking to her. “You need to leave me alone, Devon.” Her voice crackled with frustration and fury. “You know that’s not possible,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Stop this madness! What more do you need from me? You took my family, stripped me of my title, forced me into an Omega’s life. You took everything. Just leave. Me. Alone. Please.” In a blink he was inches from her, breath hot on her neck. “You don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. This is do‑or‑die. Either I have you… or I kill every man who even breathes near you.”

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.

Allan and Nora are destined to be together. Nora restarts her life in Uxur with Mike her boyfriend, a town full of mystery. She meets Allan a fun and goofy boy whom is she attracted to. Both end up on adventures tackling mysteries of town and the people around them. A complicated romance with spine chilling adventures.

The Myths described as the mother of monster as cruel and unfeeling. Completely out to destroy the order of the world through her creations. The actual Mother of Monsters; Lena, did not disagree with these allegations. Stories became that way for a reason. As the stories went one day she, like the rest of her kind, would be killed by the hands of others. Expect when that day came, No one killed her. She took her own life. Expect it was not the end for Lena. As she awoke in the body of a half-vampire. One of the earliest monster's she created. Now she must figure out why she was reborn, was it a punishment or was it part of a plot? All while keeping her past a secret as political tensions raise around the vampiric manor and servant house. Can she keep it hidden? And what exactly is going with the original vampire?

Ye Han transmigrated into another world, a cultivation world and awakened the Supreme Sect System. He wanted to be a steady person, but his disciples mistakenly thought he wanted them to be the brightest star in all heaven. So they crushed geniuses from all over the place to restore the reputation of Eternal Star Sect! "What? Another disciple of Eternal Star Sect?" "What? A waste has also become a genius?" "I want to join too!" With Ye Han confused, geniuses from various states flocked to Desolate Heaven Continent, where the spiritual energy was the thinnest and the worst. They clamored to join Eternal Star Sect. "Assholes! What have you done?" Ye Han sighed and held his forehead! "Sect Master, I abused the geniuses of the Holy Land. They are so weak!" "Sect Master, I snatched a holy beast back!" "Sect Master..."

Boredom is a dangerous thing for an Old Monster. When an ancient entity from a void predating history decides the Nine Worlds are too stagnant, he plucks a stubborn soul from Earth to serve as a variable—a calamity given flesh. Ren Ming wakes up in Kuoh Town, but he isn't there to join a peerage or play supernatural politics. He is here to conquer. He is a biological error in a world of fragile glass. Gifted with the Ancient Ming Bloodline that devours and corrupts all foreign energy , and the Hell Suppressing Immortal Physique that carries the density of a collapsing star, and the Immortal Soul Bone that turns complexity into simplicity, allowing him to learn any magic or Dao Law instantly. he is a walking cataclysm. Why fear Dragons, Gods, Devils, Or Angels when your body holds the weight to suppress the Heavens? "You use magic circles to shape reality? That’s cute. I just crush it." ... Discord Link: https://discord.gg/kVbTCay

Wen Mang is only a history UP host. Yet every time he posts a video, the people arguing in the comments are… Liu Bei. Guan Yu. Zhang Fei. Zhao Yun. Zhuge Kongming. A mysterious light curtain descends, replaying the true fate of the Three Kingdoms—unchanged, merciless, and brutally honest. Liu Bei watches his empire collapse and asks in disbelief: “Shu Han… ended like this? And even my statue was expelled from Wuhou Shrine?” Guan Yu sees himself drowned, defeated, deified—and used. “So this is how history remembers the Martial Saint?” Zhang Fei learns his own end and falls silent for a long, long time. “Is this really… all I amounted to?” Zhao Yun witnesses seven entries and seven exits become a legend— yet still cannot save the world he fought for. And Zhuge Kongming… He doesn’t ask about victory or defeat. He asks one question only: “If such a light curtain exists— can history be rewritten?” From military formations to aircraft carriers, from grain transport to industrial warfare, modern knowledge crashes into ancient ambition. Old regrets awaken. Unfinished oaths resurface. And once the heroes understand why they lost… Will they still accept the ending history gave them? When the curtain lights up again, the Three Kingdoms are already on a different path.

The Rise of Chaos: There were two worlds. Two fates. Two lives that were never meant to intersect. In one world lived a General — a leader forged in modern warfare, both a hero and a victim of the battlefield. He had learned to think by the brutal logic of war. To many, he was a symbol of fear; to a few, a symbol of hope. At the moment an atomic explosion erased everything, his consciousness fell into nothingness… and then awakened once more. In the other world lived Aeth — the young Emperor of the Chaos Empire. Weak, sickly, and powerless, he silently watched the collapse of his empire from the throne. He died. His soul departed, leaving only an empty body behind. And the General awoke within that body. This was not a soul transfer. Nor was it a simple reincarnation. It was the awakening of a new consciousness in a new fate. Aeth’s memories — his failures, fears, and betrayals — flooded the General’s mind. But the one making decisions now was no longer a fragile emperor, but a seasoned commander shaped by countless wars. The General soon realized that this fantasy world’s dangers were not unfamiliar to him. Death here was simple — by blade, arrow, or magic. Betrayal was not hidden, but readable. Compared to the hell he had survived, the wars of this world felt… simplified. Yet, he sought peace. And he understood that in this world, peace could only be reached through victory. The Chaos Empire was on the brink of collapse: demon armies at the borders, dragons in the skies, and traitors within the palace walls. The General did not merely intend to save the empire — he intended to reshape it, to create a controlled, lasting, and unbreakable peace. This is not a story of cruelty. It is the story of a leader who understands war in order to end it. If you desire peace, you must first master the art of war. If you seek paradise, you must first pass through hell. “The Rise of Chaos” is the story of how a general builds his peace in a new world.

Follows the tale of the son of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce. Will the events that plague the house of the dragon remain or will they change? The world is not always as simple as it appears. Obviously the images are not mine as well.

In 1985, Raj Mehra reincarnates in Mumbai with a Return on Investment (ROI) system, granting the ability to strategically invest any project and can see there return in advance then he invest in Bollywood films for profit, fame, and influence. Starting with limited resources, He leverages the system’s insights to identify high-potential projects in a star-driven industry. Initial investments in low-budget films like *Aashiqui* (1990, budget ~₹1 crore, ROI ~200–300%) yield significant returns due to strong music sales and theatrical success. Using the system’s analytics, He avoids flops like *Trimurti* (1995, loss ~50–70%) and backs blockbusters like *Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge* (1995, budget ~₹4 crore, ROI ~500–750%), capitalizing on theatrical (20–30% of ₹100 crore gross) and ancillary revenues (music, satellite rights). By aligning with major studios like Yash Raj Films and stars, He builds wealth and fame. Strategic choices, such as self-distribution for hits and minimum guarantee deals for mid-budget films, maximize profits. By 2000, Raj investments in films like *Kuch Kuch Hota Hai* (1998) cement their status as a Bollywood mogul, wielding power through industry connections and a reputation for backing cultural phenomena, transforming Mumbai’s cinematic landscape.

Ten years under the Dursleys’ roof stripped Alexandra Potter of warmth, trust, and any lingering affection she once held for family. What remained was a sharp tongue, a guarded heart, and a worldview shaped by neglect rather than hope. Friendless and cynical, she learned early that kindness was a luxury rarely afforded to her. On her eleventh birthday, a letter from a magical school offers what seems like an escape—but salvation is never simple. Magic does not erase scars, and Alexandra is no wide-eyed dreamer. A devoted reader of The Lord of the Rings, she understands too well that every world has its darkness, every journey its cost, and every hero their breaking point. This is not a story of innocence found—but of power claimed, shadows embraced, and a girl who refuses to be weak ever again.

ADRIAN HAYES (our ML, 18) unpacking in his dorm room at Greystone University, mentally preparing his "Year of Winning" manifesto. Flashbacks pepper the scene—stolen crayons at age 5, losing races at age 10, the basketball championship defeat three months ago where DANTE ALARIC scored the winning point. Each memory is a paper cut, death by a thousand second places. Adrian's internal monologue establishes him as witty but deeply insecure, someone who's built his entire identity around being "the guy who almost wins." He's likeable, self-deprecating, but clearly using humor as armor.

Aria Monroe married the city's coldest billionaire CEO to save her family, only to be betrayed by both him and them. Pregnant and discarded, she vanished without a trace. Three years later, she returns not as the broken woman they once mocked, but as the CEO of a rising empire. Her greatest secret? The child who carries the bloodline of the man who destroyed her. Now, the ruthless CEO who once rejected her is on his knees, begging for forgiveness. But forgiveness won't come easy. Rivals lurk, family betrays again, and temptation burns hotter than ever. This time, she's no pawn. She's the queen. And she'll decide who wins her heart if anyone at all. But when her son looks up at Damien Blackwood with those same ice-blue eyes and whispers "Daddy," will the walls she's built around her heart finally crumble or will the ghosts of their past destroy them all?

When I wished I was a witch, I meant like a Harry Potter witch—either before or after Voldy, or at least outside of England!" As a little girl, I always wanted to be special. I read everything I could find in the fantasy genre, but the thing I was obsessed with was witches. From Harry Potter to The Secret Circle, I devoured them all. Every single wish I ever made—whether on birthday candles or shooting stars—was always the same: I want to be a witch! But I guess luck wasn’t on my side, because I died. I definitely didn’t wish to be reborn as the most unappreciated, judgmental witch of the century. Doing dark magic? Fine. Dying? Been there, done that. Being the Anchor? Not funny—at all. Being stuck in a world prison with a psycho who has a weird name? Yeah… no thanks. So I’m changing the timeline. Screw the writers—this is my story now, and Bonnie Bennett is going to be the most badass witch since Qetsiyah, Dahlia, Esther, or Silas… whatever, you get the idea. "Why not Davina? Sure, she was almost sacrificed by her coven and locked in a church, but at least she dated Kol 2.0!

An isekai protagonist in Warhammer Fantasy. Not 40k. Instead of Tyranids, there are Skaven. Instead of Necrons, there are Tomb Kings. Greenskins? Not much different. I've often been told there are few fanfics for this setting. I'm trying to fix that.

The Nébuleuse:- > Lucien, an ambitious university student With a unique flair for fashion design, catches the eye of Mademoiselle Bella Leclair, a world-renowned designer with a powerful reputation. She chooses him as her apprentice, and he believes he's found his path to the top. But within the lavish studio and beneath the runway lights, layers of secrets being to unfold: suspicious alliance's, haunting truths from the past, and perhaps rules of success that must be broken. what starts as a professional opportunity soon becomes a personal and moral trail, and Lucien Must decide whether to climb the tower of fashion at the cost of his values-or carve out his own path. Tags: Action Adventure super natural Dark Drama Royal Family Organisation Kills Political mystery antihero slice of life Sci-fi Comedy Romance

Erik, originally from Earth, has been transmigrated to the Marvel universe. Though at first he thought it was the MCU, but it changed when he found out that he possessed a mutant ability. Though he is not completely defenceless because he has a system. However, as is often the case, there’s a catch. ----------------------------------- Read advanced chapters on Patreon patreon.com/Micheal210

Atop the Crimson Spire, a treacherous shadow and a radiant angel fought. Normally, the shadow would win, only to realize he had been fooled and ultimately forced to leave the angel behind. It was the predestined path, the correct one, the one that would lead to the best possible end. However, a moment of weakness was all it took to send it all crashing down. Plans long in the making were made impossible, salvation became uncertain, and amidst it all, Fate would not be denied.

[WARNING! MATURE CONTENT] "Act like I'm the only one, Yuki." Trapped within the walls of a brothel that sells both her bodies and dreams, Yuki clings to a hope that one day, someone will take her away from that place. So when Ivanovich—a dangerous man more accustomed to killing someone than showing tenderness—begins to hire her privately, Yuki thought there was still hope for her to escape from that hellhole. Despite the danger of loving someone as important as Ivanovich, Yuki couldn't help but get drawn deeper into his life.

She's the last of her bloodline. A red wolf the world has forgotten-hunted by the one destined to love her. Hazel Alice Thorn has spent years on the run, her wolf hidden and her name erased from pack records. Hunted for crimes she didn't commit. Especially by him- The great Alpha of Blackmoor Pack, Caleb Benjamin Blackmoor, who swore to kill her and any of her family. But when a brutal hunt leaves Hazel near death, Caleb finds her and the moon Goddess marks her as his. Fate is cruel. Love is forbidden. And power always demands blood.

Wow, who are these giant people? Wait, I've gotten smaller. Am I a baby? Are these my parents? And why do they look like that? Why does the sign say Hawkins?

Sunless goes in search of the shadow weave to the underworld. His search leads him to the centre of the shadow realm where he finds an undisturbed lonesome string of fate. Does that string belong to the tapestry of fate or not? He's not sure Upon touching it he felt something being taken away from his being and gets transported. He wakes up to find himself back in time during the forgotten shore arc. Just the difference is he isn't back to being a dreamer. Nor is he the Sunny of this time. He has become a saint again. He struggles to find the right path in this world which acknowledges him as the -Outsider-. ______________ Shadow Slave is not owned by me This is merely a shadow slave fanfic written by me cover page was edited by me but the art is not mine

"Special Admission, Rank 1." That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago. Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school? I was arrogant. I was foolish. And I paid the price. It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god. Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as "Special Admission Rank 1." It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons. But I can steal their lives. My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt. My targets are the "Four Calamities"—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality. They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out. I’m going to make them mine. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

Revenge is the only thing she wants after knowing the truth. However, is revenge can satisfy her? Revenge for the man and woman that betrayed her in her past life is not worth it. "Wait, where am I? What's this place?" She asks. "This is your space and I'm your guardian." A little boy answered. With this space, she climbed higher in this life. At the same time, someone reached for her hand and said that he would help her. To protect what she needs to protect. ...... The Man: You don't want to have revenge on them? The woman: No. They are not worth it. But if they are looking for death, I don't mind giving them some lessons. The Man: Good. Then you can focus on me. The woman:... ***This story development is very slow. ***The cover image for this novel is not mine. I just edit it. All credit goes to the artist that draws it. *** English is my second language. Sorry, I am sorry if you have difficulty reading my novel. If that is so, this novel is not your cup of tea

Chen Sanshi transmigrated into a chaotic world at the end of a dying dynasty. Fortunately, he had the Grinding System by his side. At first, he just wanted to make a living by hunting—earn some money, and one day join a martial arts school to learn a bit of fist and kickwork. His dream was simple: to become a modestly wealthy man who could live comfortably. But heaven never follows one’s wishes. Officials were greedy and oppressive, martial schools bullied commoners, and to survive, Chen Sanshi had no choice but to enlist in the army, becoming an archer. Starting from [Archery (Beginner)], he ground day and night until he reached [Ten-Thousand-Stone Bow—Every Arrow Unavoidable]. He could shoot down an enemy general’s head from one hundred li (about 50 kilometers) away! From [Basic Spearsmanship for Infantry], he pushed himself beyond limits until he mastered [Dragon Spear of Nation-Suppression—The More He Fights, the Braver He Becomes]. Standing firm with his spear on horseback, he alone could roar and make one million enemies retreat! Years later, Chen Sanshi had fought north and south across countless battlefields. He was now unmatched under heaven, commanding two hundred thousand elite iron cavalry. As his generals draped the imperial yellow robe over his shoulders, he looked helplessly at them and sighed, “You all… you’ve really made me suffer, you know?” ______________________________________________________________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

Rowan Kuranes awoke in a new world inside the body of a dying prince. His latest body contains terrifying secrets that he has to protect, for inside him lies the key to Eternity. He alone possesses the bloodline of The Ouroboros Serpents with authority over Time. He had Dominion over Sheol, and every soul would be his to keep. He lords over the Host of the Highest Heavens to the Abyssal Horde of the Deepest Hells. To survive, Rowan must learn to harness his new abilities and fight against his enemies who would stop at nothing to deprive him of his powers. Yet he must strive to keep some of his humanity alive, as he continuously evolves beyond godhood. A/N: There are horror elements, including Eldritch Horror from Lovecraft. A fan of blood-borne and abominable horrors that go bump in the night would love it. Epic action set pieces, and galaxy-wide battles, with an extremely overpowered MC who is a one-man army. https://discord.gg/UVvSCCMnCU Check out my discord. All future giveaways, fan art, and other fun stuff will be posted there. Thank you