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BlueFire is sent to Earth by the gods to protect the planet from the forces of evil. He makes friends and discovers an old witch hut. He is chosen to be the champion of the planet and receives a special necklace to help him control his powers. He and his friends defeat the forces of evil, but the war is far from over. BlueFire must find a way to save the planet from their wrath.

It was wrong to be near her. No. He shouldn't be near her. From the start, his father already warned him about not hitting on the girl. At first, he didn't pay attention to it since he knows he isn't interested in kids. Definitely, not! Specially a five years younger than him! But when he met the girl, the walls he tried to build came crashing down. The young, stern, luxurious, and expensive but efficient heiress of the biggest hotel in Alta Gracia. The one and only, Asteria Juarez. He fell for the girl. Hard. Deep-rooted. Can he tame the young heart of the heiress? Can he make her fall too? How will he fight for his love? Or he'll be able to avoid her? #Romance #Matured Content (18+)

Eirwen es una princesa Elfa, vendida como ofrenda de paz para los grandes señores Dragón. Tras una cruenta guerra en la que mataron a su padre -un Rey cruel y loco-, ella solo fue vista como un juguete para torturar, maltratar y abusar. Pero con el tiempo, fue completamente olvidada en su cabaña alejada del castillo de los dragones, abandonada a morir o simplemente desaparecer. Sin embargo, ella encontró paz en la soledad y vivió así por casi 10 años, hasta un encuentro desafortunado con el peor de sus enemigos: el Rey Dragón, Alasthor Deimos... "—Me repugna tu raza y lo que hicieron con mi pueblo. Vine pensando en cómo torturarte para perder el tiempo, y matarte en caso de que tuviera las ganas de hacerlo... —Su altura y tamaño dejaban en ridículo a los guardias que alguna vez me protegían. Si lo quería, sabía que podía solamente partirme el cuello con una mano. —Pero cuando te vi, me encontré más entretenido de solo verte trabajar, vivir y disfrutar de lo poco que tienes en vida. Y antes de darme cuenta, no podía dejar de pensar en ti." Ninguno de los dos se encontró con lo que esperaban, ¿pero podrá su floreciente atracción resistir el terrible peso de la culpa, la guerra y el odio entre ellos?

[Two Chapters/Day... Unless I'm really busy. Like I am til the 20th.] What weight would you put on life? Is it something sacred? Or something you can just toss aside the second it gets inconvenient? Would you consider life to be a sum of all lively experiences or just the art of existing? Even if the existence itself was empty? Elyan was but a human who didn't know how to answer any of those. But humans can learn, they can grow, after all, they are alive. This is the tale of a man trying to get back up on his feet after everyone he knew left him to rot. This is a tale about trying to find meaning through the absence of life. A tale trying to explore death. This is a tale recalling the rise of Death Incarnate. *** Art by taekwonkim. I did not commission this god-tier artist. https://discord.gg/dkSzcwa3DM (character design and more) [THIS RE-UPLOAD IS JUST TO CHECK IF I'M GETTING SHADOWBANNED OR NOT. CUZ THE NUMBERS DON'T MATCH UP.]

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"Jika waktu ini habis apa aku akan kembali?." "Tentu kau akan kembali dan semua akan seperti semula." apa aku bermimpi aku mendengar seseorang berbicara pada ku?. walau samar aku mendengar nya, BERISIK.... Dia mengusik telingaku DIAAAMMMM..... !!!! ........ "Hanya aku tak ingin waktu ini habis."

Sasha is a Gold digger with daddy issues, finding her match...someone, with a lot of Principle Ash...with sexual tensions...rising between her and her sugardaddy, on why her sugar daddy never touched her... but... for some reason... very touchy to this new butler; Ash. Sasha has suspicions... But she can't help.... falling in love, on Ash before everything else. What would happen next?

"But even in the darkness I could still see his soul, and its color was a deep blue." His soul is shattering, reaching out to anyone willing to take it and put it back together, but all her efforts to help him only result in their suffering.

Heroes. Icons of hope. Defenders of the weak. They are not bound by duty, nor are they compelled by law. And yet, they rise. They stand between chaos and order, not because they must, but because they choose to. That choice—the willingness to fight for others—is what makes them more than just people with powers. It makes them legends. Every child dreams of being one. Of soaring through the skies, of standing tall against the forces of evil, of hearing their name chanted by the people they save. To be strong. To be admired. To matter. Kevin Trades once shared that dream. But dreams are fragile things. The cold wind howled past his ears as he plummeted. The night sky stretched above him, a canvas of stars indifferent to the boy who had just been thrown from a rooftop. The world around him blurred, city lights twisting into streaks of yellow and white. His body twisted midair, arms flailing as he reached for anything—something—to stop his fall. But there was nothing. Only gravity’s cruel embrace pulling him down, faster and faster. Then—impact. Pain exploded through his body. He hit the pavement hard, his vision flashing white before turning to darkness. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world felt distant, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake from. Then, the taste of metal filled his mouth. A weak cough escaped his lips, splattering liquid onto the cold concrete beneath him. He forced his eyes open, the dim glow of a nearby streetlight illuminating the substance pooling by his face. It wasn’t red. Blue. A deep, rich blue, glistening under the light like liquid sapphire. Kevin’s breath hitched. His trembling fingers reached out, touching the unnatural blood oozing from his lips. It was real. Something inside him stirred. A realization. A possibility. Maybe… just maybe… He could become a hero.

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!