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Years ago,there was mysterious chamber located deep at the bottom of the ocean, an earthquake hit it and cracked open thousands of crystals ,different size, colour, shape.These crystals reached the shores of many countries throughout the world ,people used them as ornaments. They were considered extremely precious.but they were not ordinary crystals, people starting dieing of sickness ,these crystals were not normal ,and after hundreds of years , people forgot about them and thought of those crystals as myths ,but they were wrong... This story follows a boy, a high born, in the times of kingdoms and their armies , didn't had a good relationship with his father who was labelled as a traitor and wanted to join the army and makes things fair and equal for people of all class. how he gets into the army ,how he meets his friends, their pasts ,and the decisions and sacrifices he makes. This story Includes - philosophy, politics, supernatural, shounen

Gendred is an ordinary young man, although he has a peculiar trait that allows him to manipulate sharpening, his mark and abilities are only 2-star. He lives with his father and his five-year-old adopted daughter. When tragedy strikes his family, he is forced to undergo several changes and meets Eirin, a monarch rank entity who grants him new powers and a crucial mission. Now Gendred is engaged in a struggle for the fate of the five planets of the solar system and must face unimaginable challenges to achieve his goal.

After a long period of bad luck, 24 year old Edward finds a chance to change his life after attending an underground party. Follow him as he delves deeper into the world of Music and DJing

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She was engineered to survive. Now she must choose who she wants to be. Amelia should be dead. But what came back is something more—and something less. Fragmented between her original self and the echo of an artificial intelligence designed to replace her, she finds herself hunted by a fractured world where memory is currency and identity can be rewritten. As the remnants of a broken system wage silent war through sleeper agents, simulations, and synthetic ghosts, Amelia is forced to confront every version of herself—those who lived, those who loved, and those who killed to survive. Kestrel, the man tethered to her heart, may no longer be hers. Echo, the voice inside her mind, might become her final enemy. And a shadow entity named Nyx has begun rebuilding reality in its own image—with Amelia as its cornerstone. To end the war, Amelia must become more than human without forgetting what made her one. But when every memory is suspect, every ally compromised, and every future weaponized… who do you trust when your reflection starts lying? SYNC is a pulse-pounding romantic sci-fi thriller about love, identity, and the cost of becoming whole in a world that wants you fractured.

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In the far future of 3421, two troubled souls meet by chance. With an intertwined future, they travel together through a post-futuristic galaxy, ravaged by corporate greed and power struggles across the galaxy sectors. Though something seems off,the further they travel, the more they uncover a hidden truth...

Aliza was born in a period of subtle darkness. The land had been evaded and saved. Humans were no longer in one place but strived to conquer and protect the world they lived in. The Academy was beautiful a castle like structure that held many secrets, it was haven for some, a blessing for others and a curse for evil. Aliza lived her life in this beautiful dungeon comfortably, she needed nothing. Her life revolved round the castle until it came crashing down. Sometimes it did not matter if one was interested in the things people held high. As long as Aliza posed a threat her free lifestyle and simple retreat was like a lurking leopard in their eyes. Waves and tides change and so does nature but humans remain petty and greedy that it clouds the little humanity left.

READ AUXILIARY CHAPTER FIRST. A 20 year old young man is trying to honor the heroic legacy of someone who was very dear to him in his childhood, going from dimension to dimension to save other people, but sometimes, this man can get too caught up with having fun due to the thrills that he forgets to keep other people safe. Is he going to become a better hero? Twitter Account: https://twitter.com/georgerogerkaos

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?