Witches of Mellgrah

Kael Ashborne died in a world that no longer exists. His soul fell — through dimensions, through realities stacked like pages in an infinite book — until it crashed into the body of a newborn on a colony ship drifting through dead space. Ten thousand years have passed since humanity left Earth. They've colonized thousands of worlds, fought wars against alien empires, and discovered the truth that changed everything: the universe runs on Essence, and those who cultivate it can shatter moons, cross galaxies, and bend reality to their will. Some cultivators awaken Talents — rare, reality-warping abilities that bloom during breakthroughs. Lightning. Gravity. Time itself. Kael awakened something different. Something that reads as ERROR on every scanner. Something carved from the absence of everything. A void-space in his soul shaped like a ruined throne — an ancient weapon built by a dead civilization to fight a war that never ended. The Hollow Throne devours. It replicates. It hungers. And whatever the Throne was built to fight? It's still out there. And it's waking up. In a universe of warring empires, alien gods, and dimensions folding into dimensions, one reincarnated soul must climb from the bottom of a dying colony ship to the peak of existence itself. The void is not the end. It is the beginning.

In this world where dungeons and monsters invaded, only awakeners could enter the gates, clear dungeons and save humanity. Lucien Valerius transmigrated into this new world— as an ordinary landlord owning a tiny, tattered house. Oh, plus an arrogant teen tenant. But so what? As long as the rent money was there, even if the world ended, Lucien doesn't care! Until a gate opened in front of his house and monsters broke out. His beloved house was about to be gnawed bare. And his tenant didn't pay rent. All hell broke loose. Lucien awakened on the spot! DING! [You have awakened as a Dungeon Landlord (Myth)] Instead of becoming a hunter— his house became a dungeon. Every night, his house was dragged to the Death Zone full of wild dungeons and monsters. The only way to survive? Evolve his house— no, his dungeon. DING! [Dungeon successfully acquired] While others raid dungeons, Lucien acquired them, adding more dungeons to his territory. DING! [Synthesize is available!] Combine two dungeons, create a new one with brand new monsters and resources! DING! [You have signed a new tenant: ?? Rank Vampire] [You have unlocked a new facility: Blood Pool] Level up strange tenants. Use their skills. Summon them! Soon, top hunters and guilds begged to be his tenant. Elite clans and governments eyed his house greedily. But Lucien's power came with a price. If he wanted to grow stronger, prepared or not, every month— He had to open his dungeon to the world. Let the hunters in. DING! [Dungeon raid will start in 3...2...1...]

Previously, it was called Reincarnated as a Supernatural Horror Entity. Jack, a content creator for mystery, horror, and conspiracy stories, died and was reborn as a formless ghost. He acquired the system-panel like ability to get stronger. He could earn new supernatural traits. And he could even evolve and gain new incarnations. The problem was... he was now in an alternate Earth. The one that was still in the Industrial Revolution Era. The one with cursed steam engines, monster-infested sea exploration, mysterious pirates, supernatural powers, mythical creatures, demonic entities, and completely different geography. Jack had to adapt and survive. Thus, the legends of the Circle of Jacks appeared in that world. Transcendent incarnations of Jack made their impacts in this new world... o Jack Mystery, the mysterious specter, o Judge Jack, the rakshasa of judgement, o Jack Night, the steamrune engineer and treasure hunter, o Racer Jack, the kamaitachi speedster vigilante, and o Jack Lantern, the devil puppet who decided to be a bizarre puppeteer. I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/36721/fictions If you, dear readers, enjoy the story and are willing to support my work, please visit patreon.com/Alkrishna. It should be about 15 chapters ahead there.

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

After her death, Lilith awakens in a world where fourteen billion players struggle for survival, power, and the right to continue existing. Over Ten million of them have become Demon Lords, each building their own race, their own territory, and their own army. Demonic Dragon Knights command vast legions, Vampires rise to build empires, and Lords of Catastrophe leave nothing but ruin in their wake. Yet Lilith enters this world as the Primordial Succubus Monarch - and quickly realizes she cannot walk the same path as the others. Instead of endless armies, she is given only three succubi, each unique in their own way, and the system permanently seals her ability to summon more. In a world where power is measured in numbers, such a gift feels more like a death sentence than a blessing. If she wants to conquer this world, she will have to take armies from other Demon Lords, grow stronger despite her limitations, and prove that a demon of desire is not meant only to seduce - but to fight. And above them all stand the Heroes… beings created for one purpose alone. To hunt and kill Demon Lords like her. And Lilith would soon realize… that neither Heroes nor Demon Lords were the true predators of this world. *** You can support me on Patreon: https://patreon.com/TorqQ

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Olympus fell, but not before striking one last deal. To save what little remained, they delivered their greatest hero into Arishem's hands. After receiving the essences of a dying pantheon, Percy Jackson was inserted into the body of an Eternal. Now, he's watching the story of a new world unfold before his very eyes, trapped in a synthetic perfection he didn't ask for. Pretty cool, right? He's not supposed to change the course of events; after all, those of his new kind are forbidden from interfering.