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Je souhaite quelque chose de différent. Des syllabes, des mots qui ne rentrent pas dans le rang. Pour nous dépeindre, ce qu'il me faut c'est du jamais vu. Je veux un synonyme à chaque mots qui rimerais à la perfection. Tirant mon inspiration de ton imperfection. J'utiliserais, j'inventerais. Quelque chose de différent cette fois, reste à savoir quoi ?

Art is a normal boy living in the outskirts of the human kingdom a happy life with his grandparents but evrything changes when he awakens a powerful element and spirit beast he is then plunged into the unforgiving world of the mages and fights to get stronger to find his parents

This is a story of a world field with beast men,elves,dwarfs & humans, were a few individuals are granted a divine power from the gods called roushin which allows individuals to be chosen by divine beasts as their avatars so they can protect the weak among them. We a boy who shined from the darkest depth of hell to lead humanity to a better future.

They thought the end would be loud, flames, angels, trumpets. Instead, it came quietly. The world choked on ash while the sky turned inside out. And then… he woke up. No prophecy, no calling. Just a soul twisted by blood-deep hunger, born to end what others fight to save. He doesn't want redemption. He doesn't want revenge. he just wants to survive Even if it means tearing reality apart with his bare hands. Because in this new era, survival isn't noble. It's carnage. JOIN MY DISCORD SERVER!! https://discord.gg/2EmcquQW

He was supposed to be a normal teen. But when his father—India’s top monster slayer—died mysteriously, 16-year-old Armaan picked up the Aether Blade and uncovered a world hidden in shadows. The Rakshaks. Elite guardians ranked by power and legacy. No one becomes a Divya Rakshak before 21. Armaan became one at 16. Haunted by his father’s last words, hunted by beasts born from nightmares, and wielding a blade bathed in black fire, Armaan swore to protect the innocent… and expose the truth. But some secrets were buried for a reason. And some monsters… wear human faces. Draconic Dominion is a mythic-action series packed with emotional stakes, ancient secrets, and a hero who never stays down. Fans of Solo Leveling, Bleach, and Indian legends will find their next obsession here.

You think it was over? Trust me, it isn't. SOJAH will come back stronger and more powerful than they ever was. Continuation of ELIJAH ❤❤❤

Alexander Drake spent his final months trapped in a hospital bed, his body wasting away from a terminal illness doctors had long given up on. The only thing that kept him going was a story — Battlefield of Heroes and Dragons. He read it until the very end, twice over, memorizing every name, every twist, every tragedy. When death finally came, he thought that was it. But when he opened his eyes again, he wasn't in a hospital anymore. He was now Caleb Ragnar — heir of one of the strongest noble families in Eldora, born with the blood of an Ancient Dragon once revered as divine. The same man destined to become the story’s despised villain. The same man fated to die so the hero could rise and be stronger. But Caleb remembers everything. And this time, he refuses to play the role written for him. He won’t die a second time — not as a man, not as a monster. In a world ruled by bloodlines and dragons, he’ll decide what it means to live on his own terms… even if it means tearing the story apart.

There are times when dark thoughts and fears, often thought of as "devils," linger in the mind. These devils whisper negativity, filling one with anxiety and self-doubt. For years, the struggle to silence them feels relentless, a constant battle to push them away. Then one day, the devils go quiet. At first, there's relief, but soon an unsettling emptiness takes hold. The absence of the devils feels strange, as if something vital is missing. This leads to a sense of being lost, searching within for the source of this void. Upon reflection, a surprising thought emerges: what if these devils are not just tormentors but parts of oneself? What if, in some twisted way, they are trying to communicate something deeper? These dark thoughts and fears might be manifestations of personal pain and unresolved issues. By hating and trying to destroy these parts of oneself, suffering only perpetuates. Gradually, a new perspective develops. Instead of battling these inner demons, the goal shifts to understanding them. It becomes clear that these devils, much like personal pain, are seeking acknowledgment and healing. In this journey of self-discovery, accepting and integrating these parts of oneself begins to fill the void. It isn’t easy, and it takes time, but slowly, the realization dawns that the key to peace lies not in fighting inner devils but in embracing and healing them.

The Story About the boy Ram.journel To his Director life. He Meet Some girls in his life journey.But,Finally Love who??? *Love The Angel *Friendship *Depression *Biriyani *Relation *love not for lust *it make you like heaven Story Credits to Steffi

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!