the wraith

"From here on out, I'll only do what I want. What makes me Happy" After years at a dead-end job, Evian finally has enough and quits to pursue his passions but before he could even revel in his new freedom, tragedy struck and he became a creature of Decadence. Condemned to a life of devouring souls in exchange for strength, Evian is pulled out of the world he knew and made to possess the body of a namesake in a different world of Magic and all sorts of wonder. A world home to different races taking residency in their own separate corners of it. In this new world, Evian will find so many opportunities opened to him and it won't take long for him to begin to indulge in those opportunities. After all, Souls taste good but beauties- Beauties taste even better...

Wraith Macabre, one of the best occult detectives in the business & the only son to Mother Earth. With nothing but his keen eye & the help of his trusted hell hound Hex, they sniff out the most recent strange goings on in London Town. But when truly sinister forces begin plaguing London, will Wraith and his friends be enough to protect their beloved city? Only the secret war for London’s soul will tell. Novel by: David Thomas Illustration by: Felix Setiawan

The Immortal Empire: It was time to ascend the heavens and break free from heavens fate, to guard against and destroy the invading forces of the demons and gods, he looked upon the Heavens one last time before he turned to face his men. With his mind determined he said to his companions "Let us be rid of these parasites once and for all!" His younger brother took a step forward with passion in his eyes he yelled "For the Emperor!" the other Immortals bowed in agreement, they replied, " FOR THE EMPEROR!". As the Heavens churned above to strike down the one who would try and make the laws of Heaven and Earth kneel before him. The Heavens seemed to roar as they unleashed their wrath upon the world. In a realm far detached from the will of the heavens a beautiful elf with golden eyes, pale white hair and alabaster skin so fair one would believe him an angelic being. As he stood above the anvil staring at his creation, not with pride but disgust. "Another failure, come here and take this with the others and have them destroyed, send word and these gifts to Lord Kele'brimbor, I need his help". A young servant girl stepped forward taking the ring and placing in a silver box lined in runes with dozens of other failures. She placed the other gifts that were placed next to the anvil into her satchel noticing the extra weight from the black box that seemed as if there were tiny stars from the nights' sky placed upon it the servant girl bowed "Right away Lord Sauron." As she turned closing the silver box leaving the tower, there was a faint flash of green coming from a small crack in one of the runes and beneath the sound of a breeze, a light sigh could be heard. Disclaimer: contains Adult themes, sexual content, violence

I died in my world. Not peacefully of course, it was a shootout, like most of my life. Over there I was the Mob’s greatest enforcer. They killed my parents and turned me into a soldier, lying to me for years. Until I turned those skills on them. But death wasn’t the end unfortunately. I transmigrated into an alternate earth; one haunted by monsters, ruled by secret organizations, and crawling with things far worse than mobsters.  But in this world, I’m not even human.  I’m a Wraith, a ghost possessing my corpse in another world. But the rules don’t seem to work for me. I never stopped evolving. –—— Noah looked down at the Perfect Grimoire. “Huh? I never stopped gaining abilities.” [Void Ice creation] [Hellfire] [Culling voice] [Soul destruction]

It was a bone I noticed. (He may or may not be the master of the undead harem.) Japanese version: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n9829go/ My Twitter: https://twitter.com/kinoyama_en

In a world dominated by Hunters, Axel Martinz was the lowest of the lowest, being an E-ranker who only brought misfortune to others and himself. And one day, that misfortune caused him a horrific death full of despair and agony. The man who was hated by luck perished without achieving anything. He perished while suffering. And then. [Rage, hatred and will to become a slaughterer have been recognized.] [You have transcended death and have become a {Vengeful Spirit}] [You have taken the first step towards becoming the embodiment of death. You have gained the skills related to your new class.] [Congratulations. From now, your name shall be Yurei.] And thus, let the saga of revenge and slaughter unfold.

What if death wasn’t the end, but only the start of horrors worse than you ever imagined? In a world where every death spawns ghosts with deadly powers and twisted desires, humanity teeters on the brink. Governments rely on elite ghost hunters warriors with supernatural gift to battle escalating threats. But beware: in this deadly game, not all hunters are who they claim to be. At the heart of this chaos stands Kai ready to face the nightmare.

Elliot, a 16-year-old, has always had a feeling of unease at moments of great emotion. He'd always assumed it was intuition, but after a near-death experience, he discovers it was more than that: it was a curse.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?