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The Velarkian Empire has set it's sights on the Krimzon tribe Avin had grown among. Trained to be a Chaoswalker Avin struggles to awaken his powers, but the time is running out. The Empire and the Emperor's minions have already started to make their move, and the doom of Krimzon tribe looks certain. And hidden in the shadows of Krimzon tribe is a being despised by all. A slayer of Gods, and demon of divine Wrath from Lore, has his own plans for Avin.

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In escaping the forest, she uncovered the truth that it never truly let her go. For years, Amara was trapped within the twisted heart of Veinwood—a forest whispered of in frightened legends, where trees pulse like flesh and shadows remember your name. Surviving the forest was never the plan. Escaping it was a miracle. Or so she thought. But when Amara finally stumbles back into the world she thought had forgotten her, she discovers something far more horrifying: the forest was never separate. Her town lies directly connected to its unseen roots, and the lives of those she once knew are still quietly strangled by its unseen influence. Armed with fading strength gifted by the very magic that tormented her, Amara sets out to warn, to rescue, to fight back. But Veinwood does not give up its prey so easily. Most never listen. Most never return. And the deeper Amara digs into the forest’s origin, the more she realizes it is not just an ancient evil—it is alive, hungry, and watching. Allies are few. And only the oldest beings—those who once made a pact with the forest—can destroy what they helped birth. But Veinwood remembers her. And it is not finished.

This is a mafia story , which is not lovey dovey . If you still wanna read this carry on . ( Please don't judge the book just by reading first 2 or 3 chapters. I know they are shit but I am willing to edit once the book is completed. So please just bare with me ) Meet Amelia Knight , she is a highschool girl . Probably she is a nerd . It's just her , her mother and her bestfriend Anthena. Her mother is the sheirff of the city . She is a very playful girl who never gets into any kind of trouble. Now meet Leonadro King , A walking Greek god . He is every girls dream but no one dares to look him in the eye. He just opens up to his mother, sister and his best friend Luca . Not to forgot he is head of Italian mafia . Now let's see the journey of their lives. When both ends meet . Will they attract or repel? . Can Leonadro stay cold ? Or will he fall for the charms of this blue eyed beauty ? .......................................................... This book needs editing and it's going to be edited soon . If you find any spelling mistakes please excuse me . I hope you enjoy reading this and by the way it's my first ever book . Love you guys

"When the rain comes, it brings joy." This saying goes a long way for some people. while some may find joy, some find gloom. However, for the "Rainwalker". Rain brings all sorts of emotions and memories, mostly beautiful. But that's only one of the little things they cherish, it is because of their ability to connect with the rain, causing them to be able to enter an unknown space called "The rain dimension". It is a great power to travel with ease through many realm, but it also comes with danger. The "Shamans" hunt the rainwalkers. With special weapons of their own, the hunt have been going for hundreds of year. causing rainwalkers' diversity in groups and goals. while the Shamans unite, the rainwalkers shatter. Ardon Walva, An early adult of 21 years old. A member of the "Great Orca", a group of rainwalkers acting as mercenaris. Found himself caught in the long raging war between shamans and rainwalkers because of what was an average mission for them, turns to be a great cause of phenomenon.

Everything was normal for Fred until the old man showed up. Fred was a fine lad with his dark brown hair, fair complexion and dark eyes. He was also a serf by occupation and title, and that left him with little other choice but to labor on Lord Damskov's estate. Fred hadn't been born a serf, though. He was a freedman until his parents died when he was ten, and they left their debt to the lord unpaid. By law he was forced into the servitude of the debt owner, and there he remained for several years. The first ten years of freedom had given him an independent streak, but he kept his mouth shut to keep the peace. Days slipped into weeks, and then months, and still he continued to live and work on his lord's manor. Now he was a young man of fifteen, and still chained to the estate. That is, until the old man came and wrecked his life. The day started out as many others had before it. The sun rose and he along with it, and Fred had trudged out into the plots assigned for him to manage. There were several acres of crops to weed and water, and after that work was done he could manage his own little plot of dirt used to grow his own food. If Fred left the supply of food up to his lord then he would have died of starvation. Beyond his fields stretched miles and miles of farmland that traveled over the rolling hills, interrupted only by sparse clumps of trees and bushes, and the occasional manor. A river ran close to the manor on which he lived and wound its way west toward a town he knew existed but had never seen. He didn't have any curiosity to see it, either; he was far too busy tending his small patches of rocks and weeds. Fred was just setting to work when the old man came walking close by on the wide dirt path that led from the main road to the manor house. The boy was interested in this stranger, for strangers were a rare sight. Even more rare was such a stranger as this, what with his ragged brown cloak draped over his shoulders. The ends dragged along the ground behind him and covered any footprints he left in the dust. There was also the white, unkept hair which trailed down over the old man's shoulders and draped over the front and back of the cloak. He had wisps of white hair over his head, but his eyes were well-covered by a pair of bushy gray eyebrows and he had a long, white beard that stretched down to his waist. The old man carried a staff in his hand, but though his pace was slow and feeble he didn't lean his weight against it. Fred was startled when the stranger lifted his head and turned those old eyes on him. They were a bright blue, brighter than the clear sky above them, and held an energy which wasn't seen in his step. The old man tottered over to Fred and looked the lad up and down. A small smile graced his mustached lips, and he nodded his head. "Can such a fine lad as yourself tell me where I might find the nearest town?" the old man asked him. Fred shook his head. "I haven't been farther from this manor than a mile, and the town is somewhere beyond that to the west." "Can you help me find it? I am old and haven't much strength to be wandering over all these winding roads," the stranger requested. "I can't. I'm not allowed to leave the manor without permission from my lord." Fred dared not disobey his lord's laws. The stranger pulled at his beard, and the smile remained on his lips. "I see. Well, I suppose you wouldn't want to disobey your lord for a short adventure."

Melda, a young woman from Melfin burdened with taking care of her sick mother and younger sister after the death of her father. At twenty and a high school graduate with no hope of a better life, she gets employed as a maid in the household of the royals of Melfin. She gets exposed to the four handsome sons of the land: Henry, the heir to the throne, James, the bastard son of the family, Philip and Jeremy, as cunning as ever. She finds herself in passion, love and hope she never knew she had been missing. This is a story of the struggle to find happiness and love based on status and circumstances in a twenty-first century world.

One day, Cassian the Lord of Kenway territory, suddenly remembered his past life, in that memory, he knew that he would die in 5 years, and what surprised him the most was that it was his past self that killed his present self. Even so, he would not let that happen, because now, he knew the future. You can support me here ko-fi.com/iw4m18x

Fu Shinian, an extra character in the original book, awakens to find that her whole family are the vicious villains in the story. Her father, unable to establish relations with the Marquis Changping's residence, is demoted and exiled by the male lead. Her mother is beaten to death on the road to exile, and Aunt Cheng is humiliated to death protecting her chastity. Her elder brother opposes the male lead to win over the female lead and dies saving her. Her elder sister makes life difficult for the female lead, and after their father is exiled, she is divorced by the male lead and sent to a pleasure house. To protect her family and change their tragic fate, isn’t it fair for her to absorb all the male and female leads' fortunes? * [Ding! Male and female leads' fortune -1000, Fu Mansion's fortune +1000] Mr. Fu: "I attended the morning court session, why did His Majesty promote me again!" Madam Fu: "I went to the temple to offer incense, and the master said I was surrounded by a powerful purple aura!" Aunt Cheng: "How did the Cheng Family suddenly become the imperial merchants!" Elder Brother: "It seems like I suddenly have gained intelligence, I know all the exam questions!" Elder Sister: "How come right after I broke off the engagement, Little General Gu came to propose?" * The Marquis Changping can only live to 25, in two years the title will belong to the male lead? She frantically absorbs the fortunes of the male and female leads to boost the Marquis Changping's fortune! During the plague lockdown, Fu Shinian brings medicine and travels long distances into the city to safeguard his health. He understands the girl's intentions, but he only has two years left to live, how can he drag her down. However, why does his heart ache so much watching her with someone else? Finally, the Marquis Changping forces Fu Shinian into the corner of the study, lowering his head to seek her lips: "Niannian, I was wrong."

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?