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I never saw his face. I only breathed him in. He passed me once—on a crowded platform, just long enough for the scent of his cologne to reach me. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a memory I’d never lived, a heartbeat I’d never heard. And in that one breath, I fell. Now I chase a ghost made of fragrance and fantasy. Friends call it obsession. I call it fate. He doesn’t know I exist. But I’m about to change that. A story about the chemistry we can’t explain, the strangers who leave a mark, and the magic of falling for someone who may not even be real.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

In the year 3813, Earth stands renewed, a world reborn from ashes where ancient energies entwine with futuristic brilliance. Cities float like jewels above crystalline seas, forests sing in harmony with machines, and peace reigns… but peace has always come with a price. Erza Akira, a woman who carries the weight of centuries behind her youthful face, remembers the world before its rebirth. Her memories reach back to 3593, to a time of chaos and to the woman whose name would echo across history: Alya Aerius. Abandoned as a baby and left to wither on the streets, Alya was saved by a kindhearted couple who nursed her back to life. For years they were her only world until the day that innocence was torn away. At the age of five, Alya witnessed her city fall to ruthless marauders. Flames consumed the streets. Blood stained the stones. And before her eyes, the couple who had given her everything were slaughtered mercilessly, decayed as though they were less than human. In that instant, grief gave way to fury. A wrath so immense trembled the earth beneath her feet. With a child’s trembling hands driven by vengeance, she struck back with a ferocity beyond her years, felling many before being beaten and left at death’s door. Salvation came in the form of a man cloaked in crimson markings, his body inked with blue lightweight wings that seemed to burn against his skin. With a sweep of radiant, azure light, he carried Alya to safety to the sovereign island of Helixia, the most advanced nation of the age. There, doctors discovered the truth: Alya carried Helixian blood. She was not an orphan of chance, but a daughter of Helixia itself. The man who rescued her revealed his name: Gerek Aerius. He took her as his own, raising her in strength, guiding her through grief, and tempering her rage. A rage so fierce it threatened to tear her heart apart. Years passed, and Alya grew into a warrior of unmatched resolve. To her was entrusted a fragment of the Cerebrox, an artifact of ancient power, scattered into pieces across the world. Her mission: recover the fragments before they fall into the hands of those who would twist their power to ruin. But the path before her is more than a quest. It is a crucible of fractured alliances, rogue factions, and choices that blur the line between justice and vengeance. Each step forward may not only determine the fate of nations but unravel the truth of humanity itself, its legacy, its power, and the very cost of peace. This is the beginning of a saga. A story where energy births powers, sacrifice breeds heroes, and wrath becomes the blade that reshapes the future.

Masa Lalu dan Awal yang Baru. _______________________ Nyawa yang selama ini dijaga,Pertahanan yang selama ini dipertahankan,Keamanan yang selama ini diciptakan,Kini mulai hancur dengan perlahan karena datangnya orang masa lalu di kehidupan baru. Gavin Arkana Dirgantara.

have you ever seen an Avifauna(bird women) to long for freedom? want to see the outside world, who was tired of living in that dense and dark forest? who wanted to see what humans look like!! In every 19 years, the blood moon comes and so her birthday...a beautiful Avifauna with wings on her back and red hair with deep black eyes!! did she got the freedom she wanted? ...

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The boy is curious why almost all the people beside him are commiting suicide,then one day,A girl knocked on his door,who is she? What does she want? Is she going to change the little world of the boy?

His expression stays neutral but then he smiles, scratch that he smirks! Like not the happy smirk the fucking devil smirk. Good lord! He is sexy. Sexy. SEXY. S-E-X-Y! He keeps his hand on top of mine and starts sliding it upwards near his member this time I stiffen and my eyes go wide.

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?