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Two thousand years ago, the Emperor slayed a dragon in the wild, inaugurating the era of mankind. Since then, whenever malevolent dragons wreaked havoc, heroes have always emerged as destined, allowing time to flow across a long and peaceful human world. As the century turned, the sudden appearance of individuals with supernatural abilities triggered unprecedented disturbances. People constructed a sanctuary for these superhumans in the sky, on the back of a colossal dragon, called the Dome City. One spring day, Gongsun Ce, who had just started university six months ago, encountered a hunter who claimed to be a Wuchang master. "Hey, can you really do such a thing?!" "It's quite normal, because I am a superhuman." —Thus, the love-comedy battle of supernatural abilities in a youthful campus begins!

Come join me as I suffer,writing about my Oc's story as she works towards her goal,the only user of Lava breathing and the last member of her clan. Note:I am new to writing so don't expect anything big from me please. Also,I may be a simp for Shinobu.But heck is that going to stop you from reading my trashy book? This is also on Wattpad if you rather read it there. Update:Imagine getting #1 for the Shinobu tag on Wattpad lol haha(14/6/2021) I will be uploading one chapter per day now since I completed the book :D Update:I finish writing my first book wooo! I just need to upload it

Renvel, an engineer from the floating city of Seon, lived in a world of airships and steam machines until a fateful engine explosion turned his existence upside down. In an instant, he ceased to be himself, becoming Lon, a man from another world trapped in a foreign body. He awoke in a land without ground, where only the endless sky washed over floating cities. Here, far from prying eyes, the "World Threads" weave the very fabric of reality, and the chosen ones, known as the Woven, hold power over them. But why was he brought here? How can he return to his own world? And what dark secrets do these strange threads, trembling in the air, conceal? To find answers, Lon must accept the challenge of this fragile world teetering on the edge of oblivion. The path will be filled with puzzles and dangers, and each revelation will only further entangle him in a web of mysteries. Will he be able to uncover the truth before the world around him collapses into the abyss? And what price will he have to pay for knowledge?

In a city divided by power and rebellion, the streets are dangerous. What started off as a peaceful protest against the absurd traffic laws became a full on revolution. Now, rebellion is the norm. The cops stopped enforcing justice they started enforcing fear into the rebels. Raised during this chaos a new generation of riders rose. they don't know what life was like before the fight all they know is rebellion. United under a masked symbol these kids have never seen, these young rebels ride not just to survive, but to bring back what this city lost. In this story, don't ask who? ask why?.

I read it, and I didn't like it was dropped Just like that. So, I am trying to make it again.

Refta is a boy from a simple family who managed to qualify for an elite private school in his city. He was announced on the school noticeboard with the lowest score among all the students who took the test simultaneously. But who would have thought he was hiding his true intelligence and abilities, his desire to live freely and enjoy his life, made him trapped in many of the problems he faced, besides that he was also liked by many women and also made many friends. A journey of Refta with many stories in it.

"Steel Dome" is a compelling coming-of-age novel portraying the inner struggles and growth of Muhammad Rasyid, a teenager from a narrow gang in Balikpapan, East Kalimantan. Named after a revered religious figure, Rasyid carries the heavy expectations of his family—especially his father, Pak Sudirman, a hardworking heavy machinery mechanic who dreams of him becoming a pious religious scholar by attending a prestigious pesantren in East Java. Yet, Rasyid’s true passion lies in the world of mechanics and machines, a universe fragrant with oil and filled with the satisfying clinks of wrenches and pistons. The story opens with Rasyid's humbling failure in a regional adhan (call to prayer) competition—a symbolic event representing his family’s hopes. This failure fractures the fragile peace at home, igniting a silent war of wills and expectations. His father, wounded by past family pressures and his own unfulfilled dreams of mechanical mastery crushed by his own father’s strict religious ideals, sees Rasyid’s mechanical interests as a betrayal. His mother, though torn, attempts to mediate through quiet support and understanding. In the face of ultimatums—Rasyid is expected to enroll in the pesantren or bear the brunt of family and community disappointment—he embarks on a courageous quest for self-definition. The novel skillfully captures the isolation Rasyid feels as he distances himself from the surau (prayer room) and community rituals seeking solace and truth on his own terms. A turning point arrives when Rasyid discovers the "Lingkar Pembaca" (Reader’s Circle), a welcoming community of peers and mentors who are also on personal journeys toward identity and meaning. Here, he finds a rare freedom to question, express doubt, and embrace his uncertainties without judgment. This shared space nurtures Rasyid’s resilience and sharpens his resolve to choose his own path. Armed with determination and supported by data and narratives about successful alumni from his desired SMK Teknik Otomotif (Vocational School of Automotive Engineering), Rasyid prepares to confront his father. Their climactic conversation unfolds in the intimate, raw environment of the home workshop—a metaphorical battleground where tradition and dreams clash but also where understanding begins to build. Rasyid’s pragmatic yet heartfelt arguments, combined with his willingness to undertake a demanding apprenticeship at the workshop, peel back the layers of his father’s hardened exterior. The father’s long-suppressed regrets and unspoken admiration for his son’s resolve surface, opening a fragile but promising space for reconciliation. Parallel to these human dynamics, the novel paints a vivid picture of Balikpapan’s cultural milieu—the cacophony of motorbikes, the scents of local street foods, and the warmth of community life—all grounding Rasyid’s story in a richly textured reality that complements his internal battles. The title, "Kubah Baja" (Steel Dome), symbolizes the novel’s central themes: strength, resilience, and unyielding honesty. It is embodied in Sari, Rasyid’s youngest sister, who dreams of building a mosque dome not from gold or marble but from shining steel—strong and transparent, just like the faith and identity her brother is forging amidst conflict. Ultimately, "Kubah Baja" is a heartfelt narrative about the pursuit of authentic identity amid familial love, societal expectations, and personal doubts. It honors the courage it takes to ask difficult questions, to embrace imperfection, and to craft a life truthfully one’s own. Rasyid's journey resonates deeply with anyone who has felt the tension between inherited expectations and personal dreams, offering hope that strength and clarity come not from conformity but from the relentless search for one’s true self.

Chris Mase only wanted his family back, after his long search for his sister and niece he finally found what had been missing in his life. However, the leaders of America need his help. With a war brewing, how will Chris keep his family safe? Will he have the strength to win the Dome wars and save his family? find out here, in The Dome Wars.

Harlow wakes up in complete darkness with no memory of who she is, were she came from, or were she is. When the darkness around her starts moving and the doors open she finds herself surrounded by dozens of supernaturals like herself who are all trapped inside a huge dome woven together by thousands of thick vines. Creatures await them in their surroundings, as they are watched, studied, and killed by those who put them in this nightmare. A strange pull to the leader of the supernaturals, Raidon has them trying to figure out if they knew each other in their old life, or if it's just coincidence. What do these feelings mean and should they act on them? When people get close to another in the dome, death always tears them apart. Harlow begins to get glimpses of her memory back and is able to unlock the supressed magic she is capable of. Could her magic free them from this place? Who has captures them and placed them here? And why?

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?