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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.

Maryam, la portadora de la piedra de la Alhambra, viaja al pasado sin querer. Trata de cambiar la historia, haciendo que las mujeres tengan más oportunidades y haya más igualdad, en todos los niveles.

"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.

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Bion, a man with an unknown history, wakes up in a strange laboratory with no memory of his past. He's thrown into a world of chaos and struggles to survive in this harsh reality. With his friends, he discovers the world around him and slowly regains his memories. Writing this out of boredom because math class is dumb. Prof. Hughes, if you're reading this, everyone thinks you suck at teaching.

What would you do if your body was immortal? Like in this novel that tells the story of a young man who lived for a thousand years experiencing a cursed curse from a legendary wizard. Set in a world called Arcana World, a world that hates wizards and wants the world to be free from the world of magic. However, all that must disappear because most of the nobles are so ambitious to master magic. Raksha Lozarthat is a poor child who lives alone, the son of one of the slave traders. Raksha had to live a life full of curses since he was born until he lived for more than a thousand years. During that time, Raksha tried to do everything so that he would die rather than carry the curse that made him feel so tortured. By book cover

[Beast-girl Harem] "I was born with an extremely prestigious but combat-weak logistics class. As the son of the clan head and the next heir, that just wasn’t enough of an excuse to spare me from my father’s grueling training. For in his creed the only strength that mattered was that grasped in one’s own two hands. In my journey through the lands with my harem, I was grateful for his training as it saved my life multiple times when my girls weren’t there to engage in combat. This is my story." For character art: Discord https://discord.gg/hKZVwau Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/yesorno

I Don't claim any credit for this novel, it all belongs to its original creator and translator, and if they want me to remove this from webnovel they only need to ask. A professional gamer dies unexpectedly during an E-Sports tournament and is sent to Valhalla, a heaven reserved for only the greatest of warriors. The warriors of Valhalla are pitted against a struggle for survival in the face of a common enemy. Fortunately, within each warrior lies the roots to their own saga, a legendary tale of their ascendence to fame and feats of great achievement alike. Witness the birth of an epic saga as this gamer challenges legends and carves a path toward the ultimate glory. The story itself revolves around Nordic mythology and incorporates a gaming system alongside magical wizards and mighty warriors.

Escaping from the grasp of her monstrous Alpha Father who intends to marry her off to an old fellow, 23 years old Celine runs into the arms of yet another powerful Alpha Kilhan. Disregarding her hatred for his kind, she agrees to a One night stand with him in exchange for finance as her father had cut her off from the family wealth. It was supposed to be just one night, but Alpha Kilhan got obsessed, he knew he wanted her from the first sight, he had finally found his mate after years of searching and he wasn’t going to let go. Celine would do everything in her power to avoid fate, she wanted a new life away from evil power hungry Alpha wolves, but what if this fate was unavoidable? Alpha Kilhan would do everything in his power to have her, but first they needed to deal with the obstacles that stand in the way of their love story. Unending crises and family secrets threaten to break this union, dark pasts and evil motives. Can their love triumph against the storm? Or are they meant to never be? *** “Who are you?” He asked. His voice was thick but calm, and his eyes continually searched mine. Before I could answer, a woman spoke from beside him. “She’s a nobody. She isn’t part of the women we prepared for you tonight, boss.” She uttered, while we still kept our intense gaze intact. “I don’t care. I want her.”

My name is Seraph. In a world that is filled with magic, science and arts of unbelievable kinds, I'm relatively ordinary. But then I met them. A group of assassins that work the machines of the world behind closed curtains. And the most striking is their leader, the woman which is the greatest mystery in the world. Though to the world we are all dead, each of us has a story of their own. I wonder if I can find myself a home among these people who call themselves Valkyries and more importantly can I solve all the riddles that surround them?