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Twilight Alternate Universe. -- When Daphne is sent by her mother to attempt to prevent a supernatural disaster... She finds more than she bargained for -- a human, 2 mates, a toxic love triangle that makes her skin crawl, and a vampire coven and wolf pack who both are the definition of "Ignorance is bliss", -- can she change the future and prevent her vision from coming true? Or will the Cullens learn the hard way? And if they do .... will they drag the world down with them?

She awakens as a seed in a rotting forest. No name. No memories. No body—only roots. A mysterious system guides her: Grow. Survive. Evolve. Buried in an ancient valley no one enters—and no one leaves—she must navigate the silence, the soil, and the secrets of a forgotten world. The rot is spreading. Something watches from below. And she is the only thing in the forest still learning how to hope. Poetic dark fantasy. Deep system lore. Slow-burn transformation. Maybe romance, IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Watch her grow—not into a warrior, but into a sanctuary. --------------------------------------------------- A Note From the Author: Hi there! This is my very first book being shared with the world, and… I’m a little nervous. Please be gentle with me—I have a fragile glass heart. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ This story is the result of months (okay, years) of dreaming, writing, rewriting, and researching things like ancient trees, fantasy ecosystems, and mythological creatures I can barely pronounce. It's a deeply personal world, and I'm incredibly excited—and terrified—to finally show it to someone other than my dog. Bloom: Becoming the World Tree is a high fantasy story rooted in both Western and Eastern mythology but reimagined through my own voice. Expect themes of growth, loneliness, healing, survival, and sanctuary. There are echoes of elves, dwarves, beastkin, spirits, and creatures who have been forgotten by the rest of the world… just like the little Seedling who wakes up alone in the dark. I’ve poured my heart (and probably a few brain cells) into building this world carefully. That said—I'm still human! If anything feels off, if I missed something, or if you think a detail could be more accurate, please let me know. I truly want to improve and do right by the story, and by you, the reader. Thank you for taking a chance on my fragile little Seedling. I hope she grows into something you’ll come to love, too. — Kismet (シ_ _)シ

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

Remnants of Alpha''s Blood is a gripping tale set in a forgotten village, hidden from the eyes of the world—its people nameless, voiceless, and erased from history. Among them is Elira, a girl with no past, no memories, and no name of her own. She doesn’t know where she came from, who she truly is, or why she’s alive. All she knows is the aching void within her and the haunting sense that she doesn't belong. As Elira sets out on a path to uncover the truth, she is swept into a world brimming with chaos, dark secrets, forbidden love, and ancient evil. Her journey takes her from the shadows of the village to the glittering streets of a distant city—where she meets a powerful and enigmatic CEO-Levi who offers her a contract marriage in exchange for freedom. But freedom comes at a price. Just as Elira begins to believe her life is taking shape, echoes from a buried past rise to the surface. A relic once lost reawakens, dragging her into a storm of betrayal, mystery, and power. What lies at the end of her quest—truth or madness? A destiny she was born for, or a curse she cannot escape? Join Elira as she unravels the remnants of bloodlines long forgotten… and discovers that identity is never as simple as it seems.

“Good day, ma’am.” He greeted while examining my injured leg. “And here goes someone who doesn’t wear stilettos the right way.” I narrowed my eyes in response to his words, his voice was such a fine one, the sort that would make a woman moan if it meets her ears in night whispers. Alessandro Greco, a dedicated Italian doctor temporarily transferred to Ivory Coast, crosses paths with Sita Kouassi, an enigmatic African politician and philanthropist harbouring a clandestine life as a spy. Drawn together by circumstance, their initial encounter blossoms into a passionate affair amidst the complexities of love and duty. However, as secrets unravel and betrayals surface, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Can their love endure the shadows of deception and the dangers lurking in the mist, or will the high road they traverse tear them apart? This captivating tale delves into the intricacies of romance, intrigue, and the indomitable power of love in the heart of modern-day Africa.

Those who fail him, they claim, are consumed by his gardens. They are unaware, though, that I have been talking to plants my whole life—and now the fate of the kingdom hinges on their response. I wanted no attention at all. Enough risk is involved growing illegal miraculous blossoms in my small rural garden. However, I find the reason the king's gardens are withering and why all five gardeners before me have vanished when royal guards transport me to the palace. The gardens provide more than only aesthetic purposes. They're the kingdom's last defense. Constant observation by Crown Prince Thorne, his silver eyes frigid as the winter gradually kills his territory. The court mumbles he killed the past gardeners for failing, but I detect despair in his eyes. Each day I coax life from the wilting magical plants, I feel the protective wards strengthening. Each night, I sense the shadowy creatures straining our bounds, getting stronger, hungrier. Should I fail, I should detest the haughty prince threatening punishment. Instead, I find myself pulled to the man beneath the thorny crown—a monarch willing to become the villain in whispered legends if it means saving his people. As my power develops with odd new blossoms no one has seen before, so does the threat. The prince's foes conspire within the royal walls, the magical barriers decrease with each passing day, and my heart treacherously softens toward the man who cannot afford to love me back. They believe his gardens eat those who disappoint him. What they don't know is what happens when a wild magic like mine begins to overwhelm me.

Ayan a omega working in an alpha and beta company secretly, putting on several blockers every day to not raise suspicion but on ane faithful day all his percussion fails when his handsome dominant alpha boss keiran vale realse his pheromones, making him go into Early heat since he was a recessive omega what will happen to Ayan? will he leave? or will he stay?

Kirin asks his gods for love, beauty, and heroes. What he gets is Valerien, who uses beauty as a weapon and counts as a hero only when the story demands a villain. Valerien of Astir must find the rebels who fled to the mortal realm. The last distraction he needs is a starry-eyed bard attempting to cross into the Fae kingdom. Yet one touch through the Veil convinces him not to destroy the useful fool just yet.

Title:Wu zetian(the forbidden throne) Author's name: Ajiboye Boluwatife Pen name: Black Mamacita's digital ink Prologue "They said a woman would never wear the dragon robe. But heaven has watched me spill blood without consequence. So if the heavens must shake, let them shake for me." The Forbidden City was heavy with silence, the air thick with the scent of blood and incense. Wu Zetian stood in crimson robes, her gaze locked on the dragon throne. "She dares." "A concubine. A widow. A woman." But Wu Zetian was no longer any of those things. She was the storm that refused to be silenced. The flame they could not extinguish. “The Emperor is dead,” she said, her voice calm and unwavering. “And I will be the one to rule.”

The Story: A Journey of Broken Trust and Unexpected Love What would you do if the person you loved most tried to kill you? Firion never saw it coming—literally. The last thing his eyes ever saw was her. The woman he trusted. The one he would’ve died for. And then… she threw acid in his face and walked away like he meant nothing. Now, scarred, half-blind, and alone in the wild, Firion is just trying to survive. But then she appears—not his betrayer, but a stranger. A woman with no reason to help him… and yet, she does. Can kindness from a stranger heal the wounds of betrayal? She carried him from the woods. He didn’t know her name… but those horns—he’d never forget. Would you trust someone who looks like the people who destroyed your life? He woke up in a stranger’s bed—safe, treated, warm. She had a gentle voice and a kindness Firion hadn’t felt in decades. But when his fingers brushed against her horns… Everything came crashing back. His village. The fire. The screams. She says she’s not like them. But how do you separate a person from the past they remind you of? In a world where demons burned his home, killed his family, and took everything from him—Firion never thought he’d wake up in a demon’s house. Let alone be saved by one. Is Kaida truly different… or is that what she wants him to believe?

Lila Morgan once lived for the wild joy of movement—racing through fields, dancing under stars—but after a rare illness confined her to her room, her world shrank to four walls and a single window. Watching the outside world from behind the glass, she begins to write what she sees: the people, the moments, the stories. But everything changes when a mysterious boy starts appearing by the park fence, always looking up at her window. A silent connection forms. Through exchanged notes and quiet moments, Lila begins to feel alive again. In a world where she thought she had been forgotten, someone sees her. The Girl by the Window is a heartfelt, romantic, and emotional journey of hope, healing, and the quiet power of being seen.

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

"“Serena, you are hereby exiled from the Silverstone Pack. You will remain exiled until the day you draw your last breath.” Serena, a Healer exiled from her pack for a crime she did not commit, accused of murdering her mate, the Pack Beta. The evidence against her was damning, warranting the harshest punishment: death. However, an oath between her father and the Alpha of her pack spared her life. Instead, she was cast into the wilderness, cursed to live as a rogue until the day she dies. Life as a rogue was treacherous, seeing the next sunrise was never promised. One fateful day, Serena stumbled upon injured strangers and saved their lives. In return for her kindness, she was granted asylum in Ironshade, the strongest Western Pack. Haunted by the loss of her first mate, Serena is determined to live in secrecy, until she discovers she has yet another fated mate. Her new mate is none other than Darius, the stoic Alpha of Ironshade burdened by the dark legacy of his father. The Ironshade Pack is on the brink of collapse, plagued by a mysterious curse. Serena’s arrival may hold the key to its salvation...or its ruin. As tensions rise, Serena and Darius find themselves drawn together with an undeniable bond. Together, they must confront buried secrets, face their deepest fears, and decide if their second chance at love is worth risking everything. "When the shadow of the Thorn bleeds into the light, And the wolf who carries death finds her second life, The moon will bless the broken bond, And the cursed will find peace at dawn."

(21) Palpatine goes by many names. Senator, Supreme Chancellor, Sith Lord, and Emperor. His power's are unmatched by any being in the galaxy. His ambitions carry across the stars as he rises through the ranks of the Republic. However, he is a master of his true intentions as he trains Darth Vader behind the Jedi Council's back. But when he sends Darth Vader to assassinate the Jedi Order, Vader is eliminated. So Palpatine searches the galaxy for another dark student to rule the galaxy alongside him. Kira is terrified of the new powers she can access, and this fear only makes her stronger. Palpatine makes her his new apprentice, and together, they believe, they can rule the galaxy.

"Katherine, I know... I made a mistake. Just give me a second chance," Leonard's voice wavered, his eyes pleading. Katherine met his gaze with a cold, unwavering stare. "A second chance? Leonard Ford, you didn’t even deserve the first one." — Katherine Anderson had once given everything to her husband—her love, her heart, and her life. But when he handed her divorce papers on their anniversary and turned his attention back to his first love, Miranda, she knew their marriage was nothing more than a cruel illusion. With her world shattered, Katherine walked away, vowing never to look back. Five years later, Katherine returned stronger and more independent, with two beautiful twins by her side—the children Leonard never knew existed. She had built a life for herself, far from the shadow of her ex-husband's influence. But when Leonard discovered the truth, he became desperate to win her back. Would Katherine give him the chance to be a father to the children he never known, or had he lost her—and their family—forever?

"In a world where competitive battling is commonplace." "The wealthy, those in prominent families. None of that really matters" "What mattered, the sheer skill one has in a battle." "Noone will deny that his circumstances lead to his quick rise." "But None will deny his mark on this world as the very best." "As he was with me ) -># $|?>#|.." "Now you are worthy of this legacy. But only for your lifetime." " }@=[!|= I shall await the end of your journey" "And I shall be =|;{=! once more. And we will once again be =|[|$...." - by [-| ={]@) #\{=$ for #-{[{ ---------------------------------------------------- Interpret that message as you will lol its decipherable(though it's unintelligible by design) Swapping Out Pokémon frequently, especially between battles. Quick Pokémon progression, focus on main character's growth as a trainer. This is a original fanfic, not a translation or anything. Chapters will be 1k words or more and dailies uploads, plus the random 2 chapter days though upload times will be inconsistent as i upload as soon as I finish (author notes: This series will focus more on battles, and will be roughly based off real life matches in VGC, Smogon Singles, and Doubles.) (author notes 2: I KEEP HAVING STROKES RE-READING MY OWN WORK! SO I EDIT IT A LOT.. SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR) Fanart By: chikuwa 3296 https://www.zerochan.net/3670739

Sumire Kanemoto was born into isolation—raised in the White Room, a hidden facility designed to forge perfect individuals through an unforgiving regimen of intellectual training, martial arts, and psychological conditioning. From infancy, Sumire learned that achievement is survival and that failure means erasure. "Communication is required." That was the first failure of the White Room she recognised. Without a skill, the Children would not survive in the outside world. Sumire would eventually have her chance to leave the White Room, but merely a year after leaving she dies. Of course, in that year she became a massive fan of anime. Now reborn as the Saiyan Kaelith, into a world she hates, but has to make her home with a system she becomes, "The Interdimensional Saiyan." *The picture is AI Art yes.* (Additiona Tags: Harem, OP OC, System.)

(Authors note! :Give my novel a try until ch12 please!) (Publishing schedule, 3 chs a week: Monday, Wednesday and Friday!) (Novel synopsis); In a world scarred by the rise of biomechanical warfare and the shadow of an enigmatic syndicate known only as Ragnarok, one girl stands at the edge of revolution. April, a seemingly ordinary 20-year-old living in the fractured remnants of a future society, hides a past drenched in trauma and secrets. Blinded and deafened during a harrowing attempt to escape her abusive father—a man who destroyed her family—April is forced into a life of silence and darkness. But everything changes after an experimental surgery implants nanotech into her skull, technology far beyond anything humanity should possess. Now, April sees without eyes and hears through a new kind of sense. The nanotech has awakened a dormant potential in her—a coded sigil etched behind her head shaped like an angelic wing and a spear. It’s not just a symbol. It’s her Gear, a powerful combat system linked to ancient animalistic and Zodiac powers—each wielder embodying a creature of legend. Hers? A spear-born sigil capable of shattering mechs and bending digital space. When she joins a covert organization aiming to dismantle Ragnarok, April discovers she’s not alone. Other Gear users fight beside her: Jax, the brilliant strategist; Saya, the deadly calm blade; Kai, a hawk-gear user with a fire-forged past; Dante, the powerhouse with unmatched resilience; Juno, the data genius cloaked in mischief; and the Leader, a figure shrouded in mystery who knows more about April’s past than he lets on. As April navigates brutal missions and high school halls alike—where rivals like Tessa Lane threaten her sanity with cruel mind games—she must balance normalcy and the battlefield. Every encounter pushes her closer to the truth: about her powers, her family, and Ragnarok’s true purpose. But none are more telling than her growing connection with Astra, a lone Gear user with platinum hair and a piercing gaze. Astra has the power, the knowledge, and a burning desire for vengeance. April needs her—but Astra isn’t so easily convinced to join a cause she doesn’t trust. The deeper April digs, the more the lines blur between ally and enemy. With Ragnarok’s agents—like the cold and calculating River Hoss—looming on the horizon, April must decide who she’s willing to trust, who she’s ready to fight, and how far she’ll go to protect what little she has left. The world doesn’t need a hero. It needs a weapon. And it just found one.

Lizandra was transported to a Realm, having to survive on her own in a forest full of monsters, going through challenges that had made her who she is now, a Universe filled with God-like Beings. She had done everything she could to fight back, made a place for herself and even had a family once. But one decision changed her life…..her own decision to return to Earth, to go back to the people she had once called family all those eons ago…. Fate had different plans though, the world she knew has changed a lot. Monsters roamed around with Dungeons breaks swallowing whole cities. Humans had obtained the power from [System] to fight them back but, for how long will it go on.  This is the story of Lizandra, a woman who came back to her world after eons. Only to find it turned upside down. She, a Conqueror of the Realms, was back and there were forces around her that were creating chaos. There are beings that she will have to face, situations that will need her to be ruthless, things that will test her mind. Once again….facing the God-like Beings but this time, it would be different. ------------------------------------------------------ MC - Overpowered, Cunning, Villainous, Ruthless, Caring. There is romance, but only behind the scenes, for now. There is a system, but not for the MC. At least in the early chapters. It will be there once certain conditions are met. There is Multiverse, Invasion, a bit of Gore and lots of Destruction.  There will be a Multiversal ranking and a bunch of other stuff later on in the story (Keep Reading To Find Out). The story picks pace after first 10 chapters ------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt* Looking at the beams and spells raining on us. I wanted to end all of this with one single spell. Every person on the battleship and on the battlefield had a soul, there was nothing in this universe that could survive without having a soul. The soul was the most important thing connecting a being to reality. So I decided to use one of my most lethal but non destructive spells, The Soul Disintegration spell "Starfire Flux". This spell disintegrates the soul from within and doesn't leave anything behind except for dead bodies, burning every part of the soul with the heat of a supernova. Making the target of this spell wish for instant death rather than the horrifying pain. "Decrusto, Una scar" I let out a short whisper as a magic circle formed above us, covering the entire battleship and the field. A magic circle filled with bright runes, blinding everyone except the three of us.  A few seconds passed as the light died down, bodies fell to the ground where they were standing. All the Invaders had died, I didn't doubt that my spell would not work on them because I had used this same spell to kill a dragon before. A dragon's soul was a lot stronger than the soul of a human, so there was no chance for them to survive this. The only thing that remained was the eerie humming of the battleship as it stayed in the sky. ------------------------------------------------------ Author's Note - Don't just read the synopsis and leave thinking that it might be boring. Just try reading the first few chapters. There may be some things unexplained but later on everything will get cleared out (I’m keeping things mysterious). Chapter Schedule - One or Two chapters a Day.  Timing - Not fixed, but the chapters will be uploaded as soon as they are done writing. Word Count - 2000 to 3000 words per chapter.

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.