The Touch of a Fallen God

A famous actress slicing through monsters with flawless five-star choreography… A singer nuking mobs with long-range fire magic… A cold businesswoman trying to buy the entire monster hunter academy… …and me—a dead-tired office worker who just wanted to log in and breathe. https://patreon.com/MysteriousCatWN to support more!

So, reincarnation huh? "A lot of good... A lot of bad... Balanced karma." "Good news, you get one boon to bring with you to the next life. Unfortunately for you though, you don't get to choose. Totally random. Ready?" Join Apollo in his new life where through sheer luck (Good or bad?) Is raised by an all hungry, all dominant and all loving hivemind who will burn the galaxy just to see him smile. Hi, I hope you enjoy my novel. It is quite the slow burner so I hope you stick with it.

Uchiha Chiya was never a genius. Born into the prestigious Uchiha clan, he survived by staying cautious—never standing out, never taking initiative, never becoming a target. But when the Second Shinobi World War erupts and lives become nothing more than numbers, caution is no longer enough. During a high-level Konoha meeting, fate changes. Chiya awakens a system. His first mission? Intercept Tsunade. Complete missions. Unlock forbidden ninjutsu. Obtain bloodline limits. Grow stronger without limit. What began as survival soon becomes ambition. Unify the Uchiha. Consolidate Konoha’s power. Prevent the tragedies that history demands. If war is inevitable… Then he will rise above it. And if Konoha needs a Hokage strong enough to change its destiny— Uchiha Chiya will claim that seat himself.

Once a transmigrated soul who rose to become an elder of the Elemental Sect, Zeke survived more than a century in the brutal martial world—only to be betrayed and framed by his own father. Facing certain death, he triggers a forbidden technique… and awakens in his adolescent body. But this is not the world he once knew. Armed with his century of experience, natural talent, ruthless cunning, and a mysterious interface. Zeke will have to face both unknown and familiar faces. In this alternate reality, mostly ruled by Wizards and Knights, while Martial Cultivators are dismissed as relics of the past. What path will Zeke choose to carve out through a compromised system full of false HEROES, where typically only ambitious HYPOCRITES strive and survive at the summit?

They were supposed to save the world. No one realized the deadly cocktail of bitterness, anger, resentment, and vengeance that was created when this team came together: the anachronistic war hero, the master assassin, the Winter Soldier, the fallen prince, the neglected schemer, the cast-aside scientist, the experiment gone very wrong, the archer, and the genius billionaire. They were supposed to be the heroes of Earth, its last and best defense. They were not supposed to become its conquerors. Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

"My memory... hehe. King Robert Baratheon... murdered by a pig. Give me something for the pain, and let me die." What eloquent last words for a king. But Robert had never been an eloquent man. Not as a rowdy young man. Not as the leader of the Rebellion that put an end to the Targaryen Dynasty. Not as the first non-Targaryen ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. He wasn't about to turn into a damn poet on his deathbed. I'd trade everything to go back… Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

Damn reincarnation… There wasn’t even a deity or a being to ask, “Why me?” All there was was a silly survey to customize my appearance for my next life. But I have absolutely no intention of being reincarnated; if I’ve already died, it’s better to stay this way. Even so, it seems my opinion isn’t relevant to whoever was behind all this, since they’re going to take me to another world anyway. If that being or deity doesn’t care about my opinion, I don’t care about their intentions either, so without a doubt I’ll put an end to this damn new life—or at least that was the plan until I realized that my wife had also been reincarnated with me. That changes everything. Now I have to understand this strange world and figure out what it has in store for my wife and me. But what I still don’t understand is why my wife and I are now forced to run a strange massage parlor, which, for some reason, keeps attracting dissatisfied women—women with marital problems. I don’t know what kind of strange luck has befallen us, but that doesn’t change what I have to deal with now. #Harem #Romance #Comedy #Yandere#MILFs #Doppelganger#Incest #GroupActio#Oyakodon#Elves #MonsterGirls #Kemonomimi#Demons #Dragons, Priestesses,#and much more.. Discord(https://discord.gg/5sWPxKG39V)

Yang Lin the beyonder who was born on earth and go his powers as the hair of The Unknowns and The Kyber heaven

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel