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This is the story of about a veteran solider who died in peace. His death is not end, it's an new beginning. He teleport to another choas for unknown reasons and reborn as Hades, who crowned in the realm of death. From soldier to sovereign. From death to dominion. His legend begins where life ends.

In a multiverse of infinite layers, Kael Veyris emerges as a singularity of power. He does not merely fighthe reshapes wars, redefines enemies, and rewrites the rules of life itself. As gods, titans, and cosmic entities attempt to challenge him, Kael’s reality warping abilities leave them powerless. But absolute power comes at a cost. With every law he bends and soul he claims, Kael must confront the fragility of identity, morality, and the infinite consequences of reshaping existence itself.

When the prayers stopped coming, I didn’t rage or cry, I just sighed, packed up my divine utensils, and shut the temple doors. If mortals didn’t want blessings born from food anymore, fine. They could starve, or worse, learn to cook for themselves. So I left the heavens behind. I just wanted peace. And somehow, that search for silence dropped me straight into Orario, the loudest, most chaotic city in existence. Now I own a tiny restaurant wedged between a blacksmith’s forge and a potion shop. The roof leaks when it rains, my stove wheezes like an asthmatic dragon, and my sign creaks every time the wind so much as breathes. But it’s mine. Turns out, my “retirement” didn’t erase my divinity. The Guild’s suspicious. The gods are curious. And I’m out of flour. All I wanted was a quiet life. But apparently, even forgotten goddesses don’t get days off especially when their cooking breaks the balance of Orario. Especially when forgotten goddess has a chance to fall in love

This story will be a twist on your traditional werewolf stories. Not only will this book feature many of the elements we have all come to love about these werewolf stories, such as fated mates, supernatural abilities, and the ability to transform into their animal forms. It will have all that and more, as there will also be other species of animal shifters, not just wolves. This book will also incorporate certain elements of Greek mythology and lore, with my own personal twist added to them. And this will be the first book of many to be featured in this particular series, The Blessing series. Artemis Silverfang is known as a very strong and independent tiger shifter. Due to her strong and independent nature, she is used to being on her own and doesn't need anyone telling her what to do. Artemis has survived even the harshest of times and environments while traveling nonstop with nothing but her intelligence and skill alone. She has no intention to change her solitary lifestyle, nor does she regret her life choices that have led her down this path. That is, until she walks unknowingly into a wolf shifter territory where the alpha just happens to be her fated mate. Kayden Silvermoon is a very powerful and compassionate alpha of an ancient werewolf pack known as the Shadow Moon pack. Kayden will do anything to protect his pack members, which makes him highly respected and loved by all. So when he is informed that a tiger shifter, their mortal enemy, has crossed into their land, he immediately jumps into action to protect his pack. But the real problem occurs when he learns that this particular tiger shifter is his fated mate. Worst yet, she refuses to submit to him, all the while challenging him at every turn. What will happen to these ill-fated mates? Can they learn to work together and learn to love one another? Can they find a way to be together? And what happens when secrets are revealed, and Artemis's past starts catching up to her? Can love truly conquer all?

"What is this place" she asked The man didn't speak, Ashley was beginning to think he couldn't, opening her mouth to say something "you don't belong here" he spoke, his words waking her up from the dream. Ashley turned her gaze to the window, it was bright the sun had already come up. Her back was still on the bed, her brows drew closer in confusion recalling the dream she had, wondering what that strange man meant by she didn't belong here. Sitting up slowly, she touched her head, the pain had completely disappeared, glancing on her chest the mark was still there, she sighed slouching in disappointment, she hoped that the mark will disappear along side that deadly headache she had but she hoped to soon. Turning to the side to see Leora snoring by her bedside, she couldn't help but smile her heart warmed at the thought that Leora took care of her when she blacked out, placing her blanket over her, she stood up to prepare for the day putting the strange dream at the back of her mind. Nothing was going to ruin her good day. Dressing up she walked down to her shop, seeing the mess she left last night she started to rethink going back to bed, taking a deep breathe she braced herself to clean up before a customer walks in, picking up the brush she began brushing the floor and arranging the chairs properly, soon she was lost in her cleaning enjoying every bit of it while humming her mom's favorite song The door opened making the bell ring, Ashley turned her head to the door to see the man in her dreams walk up to her in real life...wiping her eyes she definitely was still in Dreamland cause "what the..." **** ***** *** **** ******** Ashley Morgen a young stubborn but kind healer, is dragged into a world of ancient creatures, prophecies and lost souls by a strange man who claims she's his bride. But she's alive which is an anomaly that causes disturbance in all the realms yet only she can fix it.

The Arknight family fled Valtheris to escape celestial retribution, hiding from angels who claim the lives of failed monarchs. Born without powers, Eyron Arknight seems the weakest among his prodigious siblings—but his skill, Analyse, turns cunning into a weapon. When angels capture his parents and his ruthless uncle seizes the throne, Eyron must outwit gods, outmaneuver heroes, and claim the crown. In a world where strength rules, only the clever can survive.

In the frozen reaches of the North, Astrid Egildottir of Vinterhall was raised to inherit more than a name. As heir to an ancient bloodline and the only daughter among eight brothers, she bore the weight of tradition, politics, and expectation. Bound by her grandfather’s will to marry Prince Leif of Verdelund, Astrid’s life was set to become a bridge between north and south—whether she wished it or not. But when the Verdelunds reveal themselves as vampires, the Winter Hall becomes a slaughterhouse. In one night, Astrid loses everything—her family, her shieldguard, her home. Betrayed and cornered, she is bitten by Leif and, in the same moment, attacked by a hidden Child of the Moon. The venom and the virus should have destroyed her. Instead, they awaken what lies dormant in her blood: the touch of the goddess Freyja. Reforged in agony and reborn beneath a violet full moon, Astrid rises as something new—neither vampire nor werewolf, but a hybrid bound by divine spark. She alone survives the massacre of Vinterhall, cursed with power, sharpened by grief, and carrying the ashes of her family on her shoulders. Now, the last daughter of a fallen house must carve her path through a world that will see her as monster, miracle, or weapon. The Hunters would see her destroyed. The Children of the Moon would see her as blasphemy. And the southern kingdoms will not suffer the North’s heir to live, not after the blood debt left in her wake. Astrid Vinterhall walks alone—haunted, hunted, and remade. But she is not broken. The purple moon has marked her, and the world will learn what it means to stand against the last of Vinterhall.

A 23 year old boy with the appearance of a 35 year old veteran soldier walked calmly after finally passing a job interview. As he was an orphan and his grandfather was about to take his last breath, he had to find a way to support himself and take care of his very old grandfather as best he could. In the midst of his joy, an out of control truck came frantically speeding in his direction. Thanks to his good reflexes, he managed to dodge it in time. However, he could not avoid the electrical pole that the truck crashed into. After opening his eyes, he found himself in an almost empty space with a dark sky devoid of stars or moon and a cold floor of white sand. In front of him, a black shadow with a feminine silhouette sat on a throne made of dead tree branches. This figure introduced herself as the Goddess of Death and Vengeance. After a short chat, the goddess made the boy a proposal. “Wouldn’t you like to be the new goddess and take my place.” “Huh.” Thus begins the story of a man who became a woman and set out on an adventure in a fantasy world, hiding from the sight of other gods and building her own kingdom surrounded by beautiful women of different races. Additional Tags: Harem and Genderbend

The world has passed through the third world war, and now human civilization is in the second stage. Everyone living today is more concerned with love and compassion than war and crime. Even in this day crime is a very rare thing, because people today have more common sense than in any other era. You can see buildings with various futuristic features, and people making love inside. However, problems always exist. Although humanity is now facing extinction due to World War III, a new variable has emerged that will bring the world to the brink of destruction. That is the descent of the gods and goddesses from the sky world, caused by ragnarok and terrible creatures. I am a young man destined to save the remaining goddesses. How? The only way is by having sex with them, once they having sex with me, they will regain their powers. Just by that, I became a hero between two realms, not with sword, not with power, but with my penis. My name is Carl Zeiss, and I am the hero of all sexy goddesses. —+21 Novel, many sex scene display (smut content)

You’ve transmigrated into the world of Saint Seiya— but instead of becoming a hero, you ended up as the gravekeeper of the Sanctuary. As the Holy War approaches, you only want one thing: to quietly tend the cemetery and live peacefully in the shadows. Unfortunately, the main storyline goes off the rails— and you’re forced to ignite your Cosmo and storm the Twelve Zodiac Temples alone… Athena: “You jerk! You promised me that after the Holy War, you’d marry me! If you do, I’ll dance Elysium Paradise for you every day!” Poseidon: “Join me, and we’ll rule the world together. All the goddesses will be yours.” Hades: “I’ve never seen someone as shameless as you!!!” You just shrug. “Guys, I just want to be a quiet gravekeeper. Please stop disturbing me while I’m doing my job.” —or sometimes— “Guys, I just want to be a handsome man living peacefully. Please stop bothering me!” Novel Keywords I’m Really Not a Gold Saint, Saint Seiya Fanfic, Cosmos Battle, Gravekeeper MC, Athena x Poseidon x Hades Comedy, Solo Twelve Temples Run, Transmigration, Action Adventure, Harem Humor

After dying betrayed, Evelyn awakens as Elyra Voss — the villainess of her own unfinished novel. But this time, she refuses to be weak. Armed with dual magic and a sharp mind, Elyra defies the Church, confronts her reborn sister posing as a saint, and rises as a symbol of rebellion. Beside her stands Duke Damien Ardent, a knight immune to divine magic. Their bond deepens from rivalry to love, challenging fate itself. As war erupts and gods intervene, Seraphina must choose: ascend as a saint, or remain human — wicked, willful, and free. > “Only until I learned what good truly meant.”

Anything I lie about becomes reality… if enough people believe it? That’s GREAT. Jackpot, actually. Sure, I’m stuck in this random world with a bunch of other Earth people, but still… what’s the best way to use this? That’s right. A cult. Or—no, wait—sounds too shady. A religion. That’s it. I’ll start a religion, gather thousands of people, heal them, fight for them, become their hope, their savior. I’ll be their divine messenger, and every word I say will come true once they believe. This is perfect. In my opinion, anyway. …Huh? Wait a second. I’m being streamed? By who—gods??

What does it mean to sacrifice yourself for love? If you never loved yourself yet loved others then when the time comes you having seen no worth will gladly take the place of the one you love most. So tell me, Diana Kaslana or rather K-422....The failure, what will you choose in the end when the one you love wishes to sacrifice themself? I would take their place instead. That word was the last thing spoken before reality shattered, and the person who spoke began to fall through the world's boundaries.

-“Think Killing Eve meets Omniscient Reader, but make it sarcastic, tragic, and horny.”- 50 lives. 49 deaths. One final mission. Saoirse Nightingale was a once-in-a-lifetime beauty, a beloved supermodel, and totally uninterested in world-saving nonsense. But a lecherous old God of War thought her face was reason enough to draft her as a “Tester” — a human forced to complete deadly missions across alternate worlds. The reward? Godlike powers. The price? Her soul. After failing 49 missions (including being stabbed, burned, exploded, and hypothermi— not necessarily in that order), Saoirse finally sees the light at the end of the tunnel… only to get trapped again in a so-called "temporary reclusion room" while she waits for a new God to claim her. Just her luck — like she often says. Enter the God of Fertility, who is charming, chaotic, and clearly just as horny as her last cosmic captor. His brilliant strategy? [I want you to fail all the missions. Except one.] Now Saoirse’s final mission is clear: [In the kingdom of Estarius born a five geniuses. Your mission is to bear children from five exceptional men, each a genetic marvel whose line is destined to die with them — because no sane woman would ever get close enough.] One cursed emperor. One genetically enhanced assassin. One emotion-draining dark mage. One warlord alpha with anger issues. And one pure-hearted divine saint... who's somehow the densest man alive. It’s an SSS+ difficulty mission. She has one last shot. And if she fails? Her soul is deleted forever. No pressure. ___________ P.S. I wrote this novel for my love of writing, so this won’t be entering premium until further notice. That means, it was free to read but that also means it won’t be getting a regular update. The world-building in this one is so well-thought of, even I surprised myself. I hope my maples will love reading this as much as I love writing it. ^o^ P.S. This story is currently on paused.

This is a story of a guy, living a rather drum life who literally works himself to death. Upon his death decides to isaki himself to the world of Overlord, and from there, the multiverse in his quest to protect what he created and to build an Empire. There's no ROB giving him freebies. He has to figure out how to get Isekai on his own and figure out how to achieve the powers he wants on his own.

Hentai God System Gained! Form a harem of epic proportions! Endless sex and power! [This is the original banned ero novel] [Tags]: NETORI, Overpowered MC, Ruthless MC, Hentai, R-18, Lewd, Shameless, Cultivation, Huge Harem, Milf, Incest, BDSM, NSFW, System, Sex, Huge Harem, >

当诸神陨落，世界改变。 当异端诞生，命运破碎。 当被遗忘的血脉苏醒…… 万物震动。 阿斯特拉克森—— 一个被神之尸体与宇宙伤痕刻下的世界。 修炼、争斗、成神，是这里的唯一道路。 天界的规则束缚着一切生命—— 人族、魔族、妖兽、巨龙， 任何敢越界者，都会受到惩罚。 而有一个少年， 从出生起就被命运宣判为“失败者”。 他叫—— 赞恩·夏伦。 没落家族的继承人， 同代之中最弱的修炼者。 体内存在一道神秘屏障，拒绝一切修炼之力。 父母在他两岁时失踪。 家族濒临崩溃。 所有人都认为，他这辈子注定只是个废物。 可是，真正的秘密却比任何人想象的都要可怕—— 他的体内， 沉睡着一缕无名异端的残片。 那个曾经屠杀诸神的存在。 世人眼中，他毫无天赋。 可他看到的世界，早已不同。 而很快——世界也将重新认识他。 命运想要锁住他， 他便打碎命运。 天界想要审判他， 他便反抗天界。 禁境开启之时， 他第一个踏入其中。 龙族公主、 不死世家的天之骄女、 神秘的绝世少女、 还有那个从未放弃他的堂妹…… 从最弱的外门弟子开始， 赞恩·夏伦一步步向上， 直到成为连宇宙本身都无法承受的存在。 因为在这个由神、起源与命运支配的世界里—— 只有一个真理永远不变： 当命运要毁掉你时， 你就亲手毁掉命运。

When gods fell, the world changed. When an anomaly was born, fate shattered. When a forgotten bloodline awoke… everything trembled. Astraxion, a world carved by divine corpses and cosmic scars, now thrives on cultivation, conflict, and the pursuit of godhood. Heaven’s rules bind every living being—humans, demons, beasts, dragons—and punish any who dare rise too high. But one boy is born already condemned. Zayn Xalren, heir of a declining clan, is known as the weakest cultivator of his generation. A mysterious barrier inside him rejects all cultivation. His parents vanished when he was two. His clan is on the verge of collapse. Yet the truth is far more terrifying: A fragment of the Nameless Anomaly—the being that once slaughtered gods—sleeps inside him. Everyone sees him as talentless. He sees the world differently. And the world will soon see him differently too. When fate tries to chain him, he breaks it. When Heaven tries to judge him, he defies it. When forbidden realms open, he steps inside first. Alongside a dragon princess, an immortal heiress, a mysterious beauty, and the cousin who never abandoned him… Zayn Xalren will ascend from the weakest disciple to a force the universe itself was never meant to contain. Because in a world ruled by gods, origins, and destiny… only one truth remains: When fate breaks you, you break it back.

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The Veil is breaking. The stars remember. Before gods could bleed and time learned to count, the stars reigned absolute. They sang. They watched. They judged. Aurelith, goddess of Mercy, shattered celestial law by loving the mortal world too fiercely. For that transgression, she fell struck down by the hand that once adored her most. Centuries have passed. Her name lingers only as myth. Now the girl who carries her final ember is waking. Maria quiet village healer, orphan without roots discovers she is vessel to an ancient, forbidden divinity. The kingdom trembles. Sleeping gods stir. And Vaelith, the blue-flame god who both destroyed and worshipped Aurelith, returns from exile, determined to reclaim what eternity tore away. Yet Maria is not alone. At her side stands Kai, a mortal snared in prophecy and the fractured shade of Kaelen, a warrior forged from starlight and ash. Around them gather grieving queens, betrayed princesses, power-hungry nobles, storm-witches, blind seers, and rebels who wield forgotten names like blades. Beneath them all, the Nameless One, unmade yet unyielding, claws upward from the dark. This is no longer one girl’s story. It is a war for memory itself old gods against new heirs, collapsing heavens against rising empires, a tapestry of souls who have not yet realized they are threads of the same cloth. When the stars fall, who will catch the fire? When the Astral Veil tears wide, who will remember who they truly were? This is the story of gods and girls, of fire and fragments, of names lost and names reborn. This is Aurelith rising.