the veilguard

Upon which ground is never sound Embarks a man who's just been found As once of flesh but now of none His journey in life has just begun From raging death to rising tides The truth be told it only hides Naceless, fameless, graceless, aimless And all the more it's ever hanis  A gift for thought but now is nought As what was given is now what's sought While life may seem to give a way It's takes away the light from day For those who know of terrors grasp Knows how it differs and makes you gasp

A NEET, useless and a waste of space, he was cast aside and fell into another world. A fantasy world of wonders, from dragons to slimes, he was given everything, a new body, new powers, and knowledge of the world. Will he be able to become capable, and helpful in this life, or will he be cast aside once more by people whom he had trusted?

Not every wolf meets their mate and lives 'happily ever after', so what happens to the ones who don't? Annie has lived in the human world for 20 years or so creating a good life for herself. By chance at a family wedding she meets Hugh, a wolf from the fearsome Reiver Pack who hail from the Highlands of Scotland. After a shaky start their relationship goes from strength to strength until Hugh's dealings with Edinburgh's criminal underbelly puts Annie's life in danger.

This erotic, but concise, novel depicts the true-life story of a 19 year-old lady whose first attempt at sex begets a misery. It entails how planned pleasure turmoiled into perplexed pain. It further educates adolescents and adults — attaining sexual liberation, on the pros and cons of unveiling a woman’s virginity. It is a bewildering story that’s highly informative. It is recommended to all genders — as nobody is an island of knowledge, and no knowledge is wasted. The only alterations, in this story, are the names. It’s an ultimately unadulterated autobiography from the victim. She writes the story to spread awareness about foremost copulation; furthermore, in a bid to avert other ladies from suffering the same fate she’s suffered.

Inazuma Minato was a seventeen-year-old boy who lived in New York City. He was half-African American and Japanese. After getting killed by his insane girlfriend, he wakes up as a slave in the world of Ovelia. Follow his journeys and trials to survive this unknown world.

In the heart of a glittering modern city cloaked in secrets, supernatural races walk among humans, hidden by ancient pacts and veils of glamour. Among them are vampires, fae, witches, and others—each guarding their own truths and powers. Nor Ah, a seemingly ordinary tattoo artist, discovers she is the last of an extinct bloodline known as the Luneborne—humans whose blood can amplify or destroy supernatural power. Her touch awakens hidden truths, and her kiss can bind magic to the soul. But this gift is cursed: the more she uses her power, the more it erodes her own identity. Du guk, a centuries-old half-vampire enforcer of the secretive supernatural council. Cold, powerful, and utterly controlled—until he meets Nor ah, whose presence causes his tightly restrained thirst, emotions, and memories to spiral out of control. What begins as a game of protection and manipulation quickly turns into obsession, longing, and uncontainable passion. But their bond breaks ancient laws, and a hidden war between supernatural factions simmers beneath the surface—one in which Nor Ah’s body and blood are the ultimate weapon.

Althea stood at the doorway of the bridal suite, her heart heavy with a weight she couldn't shake. The dress lay on the bed, pristine and untouched, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. It wasn't supposed to be her walking down the aisle, pledging herself to a man she barely knew. But here she was, forced to step into her sister's place. Her sister's choice to leave had devastated her. She had rejected a life that demanded sacrifice and duty, choosing freedom over family. And Althea, for all her anger and confusion, was left with no choice but to save the family's reputation. She had to wear the dress, say the vows, and marry a man she didn't love. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the veil, staring at her reflection. She looked perfect-beautiful, poised-but she didn't feel that way. She felt like a shadow, a replacement for the woman who should've been here. The weight of the gown suffocated her as she prepared to step into a life that wasn't hers to claim. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to marry him. But with every step she took toward the chapel, the reality set in. There was no turning back. And there, at the altar, stood Elijah. His eyes locked on hers as she approached, his gaze intense, unreadable. A faint smile curved his lips, one she couldn't quite decipher, but there was something in it that made her blood run cold. Satisfaction. He looked at her as if she were an object, something to be claimed. With each step, his smile deepened, pleased with what was walking toward him. He wasn't looking at her as a woman to be loved. He was looking at her as a prize, something that had finally fallen into his grasp. Althea's throat tightened. She couldn't turn back now, not with everyone watching. As she reached the altar, she realized the vows she was about to speak weren't hers to make. They had been written for her sister, and now she would speak them, to a man who had claimed her sister's life and was now claiming hers by default.

In the shadowed underbelly of a fractured realm where darkness is both coin and curse, street-hardened orphan thief Elara Voss slits the throat of a noble mark only to have his dying shadow coil into her veins like a lover's venom. Awakening the forbidden Shadow Veil System—a glitchy LitRPG interface that feeds on betrayal and bloodshed—she learns she's the last vessel for the Void Sovereign, an ancient devourer of empires long sealed in nightmare. With stats ticking up through heists gone wrong and alliances forged in double-crosses, Elara must claw her way from guild rat to shadow queen: binding rogue shades into weapons, unraveling bloodline secrets that summon elder horrors, and toppling rival kingdoms in escalating wars of ink and iron. Moral grayness reigns—friends become fodder for power-ups, lovers fuel the void's hunger—in this epic saga of endless progression, guild intrigue, and god-slaying ambition that hooks from the first crimson splash.

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!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.