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A young man, transported to another world, where after thousands of years of slumber, magic is budding once more. With the beginning of a new magic era, new wonders are there for him to discover. New magic, mixed with old, and with his own personal touch, it is growing stronger by the day. Ancient remnants and new battlefields, old races, and magic beasts, this world has it all! The thirst for knowledge and power is driving him forward to rediscover the wonders of magic! -------------- The story will continue for a long time, slowly revealing the wide world. P.S. I have no plan and no guide for this story, I'm making it up as I go along, so I am just as clueless as you are, just a few chapters in advance!

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of an immortal vessel. Thus, through pain and flames, I forged it. "From death through flames, to life again, the Heavens will forge, an eternal man!" *** He was once but a man, a young one from Earth, a man that crossed over to another world. After a long string of both fortunate and unfortunate events, he was killed, only to be resurrected by the powers of a Phoenix. Gerald, in his eternal pursuit of power, went and joined a Sect of powerful Cultivators where he learned to properly use his newly gained magic powers in the unfamiliar world, and with a tiny compounding advantage, began to dominate his enemies. He pursued not strength, money, or women, though those too were gained along the way, instead, he craved a body to withstand and witness the end of the world. "What use is money without a long life to enjoy it? What use are the fancy sword techniques and mystic arts, if you can’t take a hit? How many mistakes can one make, before a mortal wound brings them down? It takes just one, and you never see it coming." *** Join, and follow the story of Gerald Fireborn as he explores his new world, pursuing immortality at any cost while avoiding succumbing to death for the second time. PS: Although the story is a continuation of the previously completed book Black Onyx – Forgotten Magic, NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE PREVIOUS STORY IS REQUIRED! The book is written to be enjoyed on its own, so yeah... Enjoy!

Archeologist Maelyn Khadim discovers a crystalline onyx dragon statue during a archeological project that infuses her with a system to help her transform into the dragon she was born to be and assume her place as Queen of her homeland's kingdom.

"That sweet, innocent girl, who once offered you pearls, was dead. Standing in front of you now is the monster you had created." Rexana (Ana) simple island girl to those who didn't know her, filled with innocence and hidden beauty. The truth was that she was a mermaid, adopted by a human couple. She was like a pearl, serenity was her life, and she believed in love, purity, and loyalty. That was before she met Daerin, a son of a businessman and a sports celebrity. She fell in love and believed in the beauty of his words. She told him the truth about her and loved him thinking he would accept her for what she is. Would he? Or would he be nothing but a brat who only used her, just to go against his family? What if his family would treat her like a monster? Would Daerin fight for her or she has to fight for herself with revenge? Which is much stronger now, her love for the man or love for revenge?

"We fight together. We die together." These are the words legionnaires abide by, and for Onyx and his team these are the rules of the world in which they live in. Battle cries, arrows whistling in the wind, steel hitting steel, death. This is the world of Eris where only the strongest survive. A world plunged in constant war between the six countries that make up the world; Dol-Sur, Zul-Aman, Karash, Spyre, Aephon, and Ulammar. Onyx and his team find themselves in the middle of one such war between the mighty Empire of Karash and the Kingdom of Dol-Sur. Read as Onyx and his team struggle to survive in this world where only those with a firm grip on their sword survive.

Venice thought her mind was playing tricks on her— Until the walls of her world started whispering back. Strange things keep appearing in her room. Unspoken memories feel too sharp to be dreams. And the one person she’s not sure she should trust… might be the only one who sees her. But how do you know what’s real— When obsession disguises itself as devotion? This isn’t a love story. This is possession dressed as protection. And in onyx darkness, no one walks away clean. Trigger Warnings: Obsession, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, trauma, sexual content, grief, violence, gaslighting, coercion, stalking, and BDSM themes.

Washed ashore with no memory and only a mysterious Sankofa pendant around her neck, Maya grew up a simple fisher-girl on the shores of Joseon Korea. But the Sankofa is the key to an ancient, secret society—the Lionesses, who guard the legendary heritage of the Onyx Phoenix. Caught between a calculating Prime Minister, a charming Crown Prince, and a forgotten African legacy, Maya must master her destiny before her choice between two thrones rips her world apart, rising from the ashes like the powerful bird of her past.

In the lawless Emerald Frontier, the strongest Mechanica wins. Bandits and outlaws rule the land with these powerful weapons, while rumors of a rebel army threaten the Godhand's grip on the globe. Flung into a web of conflict, a reckless onyxsmith named Dwarven must decide who he forges weapons for-and who he becomes a weapon to.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

(Book 1 of the Taste and Color of Love Series) Xavier Morreti does not like people with brown skins, not because of their color or race... But because of what one did to him two years ago. The pain and anguish one caused his two years ago... His slight dislike for black people doesn't make him go running around pursuing them with pitchforks and knives and it doesn't make him foolish, either. Obviously, he knows he needs them if he wants his million dollar company to grow. So you know what he did? He tolerates them; puts on a 'everything is okay just go back to work' facade anytime he sees his racial employees. He acts like the face of any black person he sees doesn't take the form of the woman of two years ago. Except one. Meet Natalie Deserue, a depressed woman that doesn't only know how to work the hips but the heart too. She craves one thing she never had. Love. After surviving an abusive relationship, she goes bankrupt then resort into stripping... Where she meets the billionaire racist who takes her home one night and licks the melanin off her skin. But good things don't come easy, right? Right. All it takes for her momentary happiness to shatter is just a crazy psychotic ex and her naive mind.