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Humanity has struggled and fought their way to the edges of the galaxy, hungering for further conquest Humanity attempted to push into the limitless cosmos beyond their own, they were successful, however such success comes with costs.

Many people wish to be transported to another world, beautiful women, supernatural powers, adventures and the list continues. But what happens when you are born in a place where almost everyone see you as a tool, which turned out to be useless for their purposses. Falling into the depths of despair after losing what he cared for the most, the unmistakable sound of a notification changed his destiny and the one of all the planes of existence, but was it for the good... or not? "The host's current body is too shitty for the system, physical reformation in progress", "physical reformation complete, as a one time reward for surviving the host might ask the system for a wish". Follow Daimon on his journey through a world where the existences called "Gods" are only higher ranked mages. ------------------------------------ Achievement rewards: 300 power stones= 1 extra chapters (The reward chapters will be posted on the week, on a random day) ----------------------------------- If You like monsters folklore and cute girls then be my guest ----------------------------------- The cover is not mine, so all the credit for the right owner ----------------------------------- The story will have a lot of dark elements so if you don't have stomach for that then I suggest you to leave, oh also i'm quite a pervert myself so be prepared for that (NO NTR). ---------------------------------- Finally, enjoy the story and if you like it please do support me with your golden tickets, power stones and reviews they will help me a lot.

In a world shaped by a great war, magic, guilds, and a new frontier, an ambitious half-elf dreams of leading a guild of his own. The problem? He can’t cast a single spell. Armed only with stubborn determination and a strange scepter, he sets out to carve his place among adventurers and lead his guild to greatness. Together, this unlikely band heads into a land of uncertainty, monsters, and mysteries that few dare to tread. Gold is plenty, danger is constant, and survival is anything but guaranteed. But as the boy’s journey begins, whispers of darker powers stir along the surface of the continent and beyond, ancient magics and forgotten enemies long thought sealed away. His dream is simple: build a guild and explore the the world, however, the world has other plans.

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An island without sunlight. A mirror that should never awaken. When a sea voyager breaks the rules and humans uncover the truth beneath the waves, destiny demands a sacrifice. Two souls. Two worlds. One fate written in the tides. Westwood Island has not seen the sun in centuries. Wrapped in eternal night and guarded by ancient laws, the sea voyagers survive between land and ocean, hiding from a world that once betrayed them. Magic keeps them alive. Silence keeps them safe. River Rue has always obeyed the rules. She heals, she listens, she waits. She believes loyalty will protect her people from extinction. Esmeralda was never meant to stay. Gifted, defiant, and dangerously curious, she crosses the Monochrome Borderline into the human world—carrying secrets that could either save their race or doom it forever. When a forbidden mirror awakens on the mainland, human greed turns its gaze toward the sea. Old oaths begin to fracture. Long-buried memories rise with the tide. As two worlds drift toward collision, River must choose between obedience and truth—between the life she was given and the destiny calling her from the depths. Some bonds are written in fate. Some curses demand a price. And when two souls are bound like a pair of moons, one must fall into darkness so the other may rise.

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

He was never supposed to become her husband. Yuuta Kounari was nothing more than an ordinary culinary student living a quiet life on Earth until a mysterious Dragon Queen appeared before him and declared that he would become her husband. There was only one problem. She had no intention of accepting him. To Erza Veyla Dragomir, the White Dragon Empress of Atlantis, Yuuta was merely an accident she wished had never happened. Cold, ruthless, and feared by gods and dragons alike, she would rather wage war against the world than bow before fate. Yet fate had already chosen. As forgotten memories awaken, ancient demons emerge from the shadows, and kingdoms prepare for war, Yuuta discovers that his existence was never ordinary. A hidden past, a forgotten civilization, and a power buried deep within his soul begin pulling him toward a truth that could change both Earth and Nova forever. To protect the family he cherishes, uncover the mystery of his origin, and stand beside the woman who refuses to acknowledge him, Yuuta must grow stronger even if that means walking through the horrors of the Soul Realm itself. Because sometimes... The greatest enemy isn't destiny. It's the truth waiting at its end. Join my discord Discord: https://discord.gg/Z97qm22k2Q

They called him the weakest student in three hundred years. They were wrong about everything else, too. Five hundred years ago, the sky tore open and the Void Rift let monsters called the Abyssborn pour into the world. The Order of Wardens has hunted them ever since — sealing rifts, burying secrets, and repeating the same story so many times that no one questions it anymore. Alden Blackwood was supposed to be a footnote. Dead last in his class. First to wash out. Until the night a forbidden relic called the Soul Ledger chose him — a system that turns every kill into permanent power, at a price no other Warden has ever been warned about. Now every monster he harvests brings him one step closer to strength the Order has never seen... and one step closer to a truth it has spent five centuries erasing: the Abyssborn were never invaders. They were people. And something above the sky wants it to stay that way. Follow Alden through the Rift Trials, the Order's hidden hierarchy, and a continent-spanning war he never asked for — as he claws his way from Blackthorn Academy's dead last to the one person capable of exposing the lie the gods themselves built the world on. Power has a price. Alden Blackwood is about to find out exactly what he's willing to pay.

A magnificent castle comes into view as Anastasia is seen trying to escape through the window of her chambers as her friend Christiana passes her a thick long rope which she easily uses to climb down unhurt. They both sneaked out of the castle unnoticed as they head towards the town in excitement. Anastasia exclaimed delightedly, "I finally made it out here alive"! I thought I was going to die of boredom. Christiana feeling concerned. I hope this was a good idea by sneaking you out of the castle. His majesty will have my head if anything were to happen to you. Anastasia assures her. You don't have to worry Christiana. I can take good care of myself. After a tiring long walk, they're about to reach Christiana home as they're suddenly surrounded by a group of thugs. Christiana begins to panic as she speaks nervously. This is so not my day! Leader of the thugs smiled, aren't you ladies gorgeous? How about you both spend the night with my men and I inside our tavern and we will let you off without a scratch? Anastasia angry as she speaks out boldly. How dare you say such despicable thing to to us?! Do you have any idea who the hell I am?! Leader of the thug upset as he drags her roughly towards himself and tries to kiss her. Almost immediately, Anastasia heart begins to beat abnormally as she gasp desperately for air. Leader of the Thug exclaimed in panic. She had got the disease! We need to get  the hell out of here! They all left the arena in haste leaving Anastasia to her fate. Christiana in tears as she tries to get her unconscious friend to wake up.

One chance,one life

I am LS13 / LS, the author of Devil Horns. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road. Twenty years ago, the world united to kill one man. They failed. Now, in an age where kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of ancient powers, a new name begins to echo across the lands — Lacod Junyu.

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."

Haruka should have died. But death… let him continue. Now he drifts through fractured realities—worlds that overlap, distort, and remember things they shouldn’t. Faces feel familiar. Voices echo from lives he never lived. And no matter where he goes… The same tragedy repeats. Again. And again. As if existence itself is playing a cruel game. Somewhere beyond all worlds lies the center of everything—the place where truth waits. To reach it, Haruka must open the Crates. Each one pulls him deeper. Each one takes something in return. Above it all, unseen yet ever-present, the Sin–Virtue Council watches in silence… their leaders treating reality as nothing more than a divided board: The Main Game. The Side Game. And Haruka? He doesn’t know which one he’s trapped in.

Kyrian Averin is a highly capable S-Class Guide and Alpha, who has been contracted to Guide a Cerberus Esper with strong resistance to Guiding. Unit S-1 Eiden is an S-Class Esper who refuses to give control of himself to another human being, even at the expense of his own life. Will Kyrian be able to earn this Esper’s trust despite the growing attraction between them and fulfill his contract? Or will it end in yet another horrible tragedy?

When the Midnight gate open, creatures of the dark flood into the world—beings that only Daemonists, summoners of astral entities, can kill. Shaan awakens as one. But instead of a normal ability, his System grants him a unique skill: [Aspira Ignis] — Power rises with the user’s fighting will. Side Effect: Insanity Level increases. In his first life-or-death battle, the skill ignites, saving his allies… but pushing his mind toward madness. To survive, Shaan must control the power— or the power will consume him from within.

In the ever-unfolding tapestry of life, circumstances occasionally dictate that conflicts arise, even among those bound by the bonds of kinship. In this crucible of adversity, the question looms large: will any among them choose to unite and confront their collective challenges, or will they opt to face their trials individually? Each of these siblings finds themselves confronted with their own arduous battle, each imbued with a distinct purpose. For some, the impetus lies in their eternal quest for change, an undying ambition that propels them forward. Others are driven by an insatiable hunger for power, seeking dominance over their chosen realm. And yet, there are those whose battles are fought for the sake of love; their motivations rooted in the profound connections that define our human existence. As these siblings navigate their respective journeys, their paths intertwine and diverge in equal measure. Some seek to discover their true nature, to uncover the depths of their being. Others strive to prove their mettle, to demonstrate their worthiness in the face of adversity. From these differing perspectives, the potential for unity or division emerges; a choice that can bind them closer than ever or sow the seeds of animosity. Will their battles drive them to turn completely against one another? Time alone will reveal the path they choose on this journey of self-discovery and affirmation.

Five years ago, the sky tore open. Rifts bled monsters into the world—beasts beyond reason, nightmares given flesh. Nations fell. Borders vanished. Civilization collapsed into factions and fortified cities, clawing to survive a reality rewritten by cosmic horror. Amid the chaos, a new kind of human emerged—Hunters, awakened with powers no one understands. They are soldiers, mercenaries, and weapons in a war with no end. Ha Joon is not one of them. Or so he thinks. Plagued by memories he doesn’t trust and a name tied to shadows, Ha Joon is pulled into a brutal training program hidden deep within the forest. Overseen by Chi Long—an enigmatic woman whose discipline is as cruel as it is surgical—he is stripped of comfort, humanity, and choice. His only company: Eun Byol, a former idol kidnapped and thrown into the same nightmare, her spirit breaking as she’s forced to become something she was never meant to be. Together, they must survive Chi Long’s merciless tests, the monsters that lurk beyond the trees, and the truth buried in their blood. All while two names—Ash and Tears—haunt the edges of the world like ghosts. Whispers say they’ve seen the end. And it begins again with Ha Joon.

Toshiro Hamada, a 28-year-old data entry clerk whose life was aggressively average, dies in the most absurd overkill imaginable, three trucks. He awakens in the body of Natsu Dragneel, Fire Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail, with shattered memories of the series and a terrifying new passenger: the Primal Dragon, an ancient entity whose awakening has ignited a countdown to dragonification. The only way to slow his transformation is through magical bonding, mates who anchor his humanity. But his first encounter with Lucy Heartfilia is not romance; it is compulsion, the Primal Domain overriding both their wills. Now Toshiro/Natsu must navigate a impossible path: manipulate the women he needs without losing himself, exploit his fragmentary knowledge of future catastrophes, and race against a clock only he can hear. The line between performance and genuine feeling blurs. The dragon waits. And Fairy Tail may never be the same. [Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and all associated characters, settings, and intellectual property belong to Hiro Mashima, Kodansha, and their respective owners. This is a work of fan fiction written for entertainment purposes only. No profit is made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, dark themes, psychological drama, and morally ambiguous situations. Reader discretion is advised. Some content may be triggering for some audiences. The story will be a harem. I don't want to hear complains about this later on. FUCK OFF!!]

18+ Restricted Content: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, high emotions, and morally grey characters. One stolen wallet. One little girl screaming “Daddy!”. One alpha mafia lord who never lets debts go unpaid. After catching his cheating ex selling him out, male omega Shin Seoha loses everything in a single night: his home, his inheritance, his pride. Desperte to survive the night, he steals from the first well-dressed stranger he sees. That stranger is Kang Taesan; CEO of Mountain Atelier by day, ruthless underworld captain by night. Instead of accepting an apology, Taesan offers Seoha a deal: repay the black card debt by working under him, at his company, at his side, and move into his penthouse to play daddy to the daughter who refuses to let Seoha go. It’s only until the debt is cleared, only until the child stops crying and only until Taesan decides he’s had enough that it ends. But debts grow, and Seoha is only starting to learn just what he has been pulled into, it's a world where secrets can kill and the ex who betrayed Seoha isn’t done yet. What started as punishment turns into possession. What started as survival turns into surrender. Because mountains don’t forgive. They claim. And Taesan has no intention of letting his little thief escape.