ethereal

Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

karmo ka hisab jo jaisa karta hai use bahi Milta hai

“I want you to kill my father.” The veiled man had said. “No, absolutely not. You can go lead your revolt alone,Golden boy” I had said. "You will die" He had said. "If fate wills it, I will" I had said. "I will save you." I had promised. And yet I sit by his grave with my spear pierced through my chest. I thought I would sleep forever. Then I woke up. I was given another chance. I could save everyone. I could save him. I will save him. Even if it means everything I've ever known must burn.

As the High Priestess of the Grand Lÿkøn Sacred Region, cleansing demons is routine — sacred duty, unquestioned law. Seraphine has never faltered. Until one day, something about a single demon makes her pause. It does not rage like the others. It does not bare its teeth at the light. Instead, it watches — and that quiet defiance unsettles her more than violence ever could. Taking a demon into her care is unheard of. Dangerous. Heretical. Yet for the first time in her life, Seraphine begins to question what she has always been told. Why are demons cleansed without mercy? Who decided they were beyond saving? And why does this one feel… different? As doubt creeps into the foundation of her faith, the sacred walls of the Grand Lÿkøn Sacred Region begin to feel less like sanctuary and more like something carefully constructed. In a city where holiness is never questioned and heroes shine without flaw, Seraphine begins to understand a dangerous truth: Perfection is convincing — until you look closely. And sometimes, the most terrifying question is not whether something is a sin… …but who decides what sin is.

Zane Ling never knew his life would suddenly undergo a drastic change when he picked that coin. Before gaining the ability to travel dimensions, Zane Ling was only a gang lackey, hiding behind a mask in a backwater gang. No power. No future. Just a mask, a few crushed dreams, and a gig economy life scraping coin to keep his father alive. But fate doesn’t knock—it drags you screaming. The moment he picked up that golden coin, reality fractured. And so did the rules. Now? He’s bartering with demon lords for war relics, outsmarting space-time auctioneers, selling cursed wine to dying gods, and dodging Dimensional cops who want his soul gift-wrapped in chains. Zane isn't a hero. He’s an adventurous hustler—trading across Realms, running gigs in dream worlds, flipping magical debt, and breaking laws mortals don’t even know exist. From psycho cultivators who’ll kill over a single glance, to knights who believe in "honour by bloodshed"—Zane’s making bank... and enemies. They call him a criminal. The most notorious in the universe. A deviant. A cosmic anomaly. But he knows the truth: He’s just getting started. Discord: https://discord.gg/munPYx2C7Q

In a world where martial cultivation reigns supreme, a young boy from a poor family prays to an eternal God for salvation and strength after his best friend is killed by powerful cultivators. Miraculously, a divine being appears in a blaze of fire that resembles plasma, resurrecting the dead and offering the boy and his village a chance to serve and follow Him. This encounter sets the stage for a transformative journey of faith, growth, and discovery. Little did they know this counter will change their lives from eternity to eternity He and his clan soar higher and higher in power and strength until they reach and inhabit eternity where all things are reached to infinity, spacial dimensions and time. And even the truth of the hidden north, south, west and east continent.

"Meri Zindagi Ki Kahani" ek real‑life inspired journey hai jo childhood struggles aur unse nikli hui strength ko dikhati hai. Yeh kahani sirf ek bachpan ke dard aur challenges ki nahi, balki ek aise safar ki hai jisme har girne ke baad uthne ka jazba hai. Is novel mein tumhe milega ek emotional roller‑coaster — kabhi aansuon ka samundar, kabhi sapnon ki roshni. Har chapter ek reminder hai ki zindagi chahe kitni bhi tough ho, hope aur determination se har raat ke baad ek naya savera aata hai.

Hello Everyone I'm Zack! I'm reincarnated as Ghost (not slime) in My Hero Academia, Watch me Scare (or try to) my Classmate,Teacher, Heros! And Villains!! "Go Away You Freak!!" -said by an asshole "Why am I doing this in my day off." - said by Good Detective "YOU BASTARD I WILL DESTROY YOU!!" -said by Explosive Hedgehog "Don't worry about me, I'm just here to Set the mood" - said by Zack "Shut up" said by The beautiful Goddess "Yes Ma'am!" - saluted and said by Zack.

Hey, reader. Yeah, you. You’re probably wondering why a cute little two-year-old is narrating a story where worlds burn and betrayal cuts deeper than any blade. Let me save you the suspense: I’ve died more times than you can count, and yes… every time it’s because someone I trusted stabbed me in the back. Lucky for me, I have this neat little trick called REWIND. One word, one breath, and reality itself folds to my will. Problem is… even I don’t know how deep this rabbit hole goes. The next time I hit “reset,” it won’t just be my life on the line—it’ll be all of Elyria. You see, Elyria isn’t just my home. It’s fragile. It’s doomed. And the people around me? Well… some will betray me again, just like before. Maybe you’ll cheer. Maybe you’ll cry. Either way, I’m going to make sure this time, I control the ending. So, buckle up. You’re about to witness a baby prodigy who laughs in the face of death, bends fate like clay, and might just watch an entire world collapse… all while breaking the fourth wall to make sure you never forget who’s really in control.

shyam suffered through one thing called the Ethereal flux syndrome. a rare phenomenon, one where someone might see, hear or even be able to touch things others can't even feel. he lost everything because of it, his friends, the once he cared for and even his mom who was now hospitalized. but few stayed, some knew exactly what he had went through, some had no idea of his past. but just when he thought he was recovering from his past, Ethereal flux struck again, harder this time. not on him but the people around him. a virtual woman whom he wasn't even sure if was a woman or not, and many real woman whom he never could have expected any attantion from. --- " how is this syndrome following me? " " through blootooth! " --- genre - supernatural, romance, slice of life. and of course, overly sarcastic --- written by { noobBooks studio } story provided by { dhoben } review and edit { raitha, the leafs & AI } ---

A cosmic being Asthathug that exits since the beginning of universe has immense energy (Cosmic Enthalpy)CE which is stored in a brain and 8 of it's tentacles. The energy from tentacles needs to be passed down to worthy wielders every 100 years as over concentration of energy makes the brain disoriented. Spiracle a being created by the fragment of energy of the brain searches for wielders across the cosmos and test them.

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Maa bete ki zindagi ka sahara....

A young man find a book predicted his fate and led him to another realm where he has to found the key to return to his homeland

Screens began to appear in all worlds where intelligent life forms exist. They are not affected by any force, energy, magic, or other form of influence. What should the inhabitants of different worlds do? Accept their existence and start watching what these screens show.

In a nameless, choking city, people don’t die once—they die in fragments. Every abandoned dream, every forgotten version of yourself is another quiet corpse nobody bothers to bury. Noor, a burned-out night worker drifting between shifts and half-lives, stumbles onto the proof when a new route appears on the metro map: Line ∞. The black train that runs it doesn’t take passengers home. Its blurred riders call themselves “your deaths” and offer a brutal mercy: Endless Death, a service that erases you from records, algorithms, and other people’s memories, gathering all your tiny, wasted endings into one deliberate rebirth outside the story the city wrote for you. Noor steps aboard. As files vanish and conversations rewrite themselves without him, he begins to explore the hidden system beneath the streets—a network built from lost stations and discarded futures. But something in the city resists his erasure. Something remembers him when no one else can. And if a world that has already killed you once refuses to let go of your name… what exactly did you step into that train to escape?

SONS OF HERMES : YEAR 2117 Humanity survived the end of the world. What it couldn’t survive—was its salvation. In the aftermath of three cataclysmic wars, Earth is governed not by nations, but by corporations. The elite enforcers of this new order are the Retributors—augmented humans fused with nanotech, created to eliminate threats and maintain order in the shifting chaos of post-war civilization. John “0110” Ripley, a grizzled veteran Retributor, operates by the book. Plukett the unpredictable cannon and Midas, his hotheaded partner, doesn’t believe in rules. Sakarah Mishima, their prodigious intern Together, they patrol the sprawling, code-sensitive districts of Dream City , holding back the tide of rogue AIs and rising rebellion. But when missions start going wrong and classified files vanish mid-upload, the team stumbles onto a conspiracy: their corporate contractors—supposed saviors of civilization—may be hiding the real origins of the war, and the truth about the Bineth Chip that changed them all. Amidst this unraveling order, a new threat emerges: The Prophet—a masked insurgent turning the world against Retributors through terror, propaganda, and a chilling new doctrine. He doesn’t just want to destroy them—he wants to erase what they stand for. And in the shadows of it all, a reawakened Manual named R.O.L.O. begins a journey to change the very foundation of existence. Born of circuits but dreaming of peace, he becomes the unexpected catalyst in a coming storm that will pit machine against creator, soldier against system, reality against dream and truth against control. As the lines blur between loyalty and liberation, Ripley must confront the most dangerous code of all: the one written into his own soul. SONS OF HERMES IS HUGELY INSPIRED BY GHOST IN A SHELL, TRIGUN AND CYBER PUNK EDGE RUNNERS