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Depuis des siècles, la prophétie annonçait la chute successive des grandes races : les elfes, les nains… et bientôt les humains. À la fin de cette ère, Xarosh P’Taen, l’Archiliche immortel, devait régner sur des cendres éternelles. Cid, un vétéran usé par mille batailles, est l’un des derniers champions à se dresser contre lui. Mais son épée, malgré sa puissance, ne peut rien face à l’immortel. Terrassé, il est sauvé in extremis par la Pierre de Destinée, un artefact qui l’emporte dans la chambre de l’Oracle. Là, la vérité lui est révélée : La prophétie ne peut être brisée qu’en acceptant la bénédiction d’un dieu et en renaissant sous une forme angélique : Séraphin, en servant Solaryn, dieu de la lumière. Nephilim, en se soumettant à Ogrimath, dieu des ombres. Mais Cid refuse les chaînes divines. Ni dieu, ni maître. L’Oracle soupire, mais lui laisse une seconde chance : il renaîtra en simple humain, fragile, limité. Pourtant, même sans bénédiction, il pourrait un jour trouver la clé pour déchirer la prophétie.

This is a story of a gifted boy who was killed only to be reincarnated in order to go for a mission literally for his life. The balance of their universe is put in the hands of a young boy Read on You won't regret........i think lol

The first instalment of the Preternatural series: Abhorrence Set in a semi-futuristic dystopian world on the brink of collapse, in a time of great strife, unrest and the inception of rebellion. Creed is plunged into a chaotic and unfamiliar world that abhorrently rejects him following his awakening.

The world that was once normal, transformed into a fantasy straight from a book. Monsters began to appear everywhere on the planet, and governments began to dispatch armies to protect cities, but powerful monsters were unaffected by common weapons. When despair was about to make humanity destroy itself, people began to awaken powers that made them strong enough to deal with the mighty monsters. These people were called "Cultivators." Years passed and society got used to dealing with monsters. Children who once dreamed of becoming actors, musicians, or YouTubers, now dream of being cultivators to receive powers, fight monsters, and receive the fame and money that came with this dangerous profession. Reacher was also like those children, and when he turned 17 his powers also became a cultivator, but very different from what he imagined they would be. [Congratulations, you have awakened the Creation and Sound power. Your first two skills will be ⌜blackhole⌟, and ⌜creation⌟] [Creation: Create anything you desire your imagination, and will is your limit, so let your mind wander to new heights.] [Blackhole: Users can create black holes, a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that nothing – no particles or even electromagnetic radiation such as light] The stronger Reacher got, the more powers he would unlock. ... ... ... "I often heard people say that the world is a playground for rich and powerful people, now this will become my playground!" Reacher told himself a few years ago as a joke, but no one could have imagined that those words would start his journey into the unknown…

He ripe his light grey shirt in one jerk. Taking a small piece, he turns it around my wrist. A low hiss escapes from my lips causing his beautiful grey eyes to move from my wrist to my own green eyes. His breathing was calm and fanning lightly on my face. The way his eyes were looking at me make me feel dizzy. A tingling feeling boom in my stomach and that was so calming. But I know I can't think these things right now, not develop any feelings for him. Because he is emotionless, arrogant, and dangerous. Not only dangerous but danger himself. Without him, my life was okay because I was surviving. My past was dark, full of secrets. I want to make it bright but fails every time. But when I landed in Hawaii, my life changed. From there my story begins. I never thought my journey in Hawaii would end like that. But it starts again differently. Because their I met him. Copy right 2020© All rights reserved

Fat hungry sigma boy get's into trouble

Sent To DC to become a ROB

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"We don't know where they came from, what they are, or how much longer we have." In the spring of 2036, hordes of abominations sprung from the ground and drove humanity to the edge of extinction. The world governments that survived the initial assault pooled what resources they could into large strongholds that could hold off the hordes of the unspeakable. After 452 days of endless violence and a death toll of over 8 billion, the hordes finally halted. Humankind questioned their purchase, but they have not wasted it. After nearly two decades of relief, what remains of civilization is tentatively stable under the United Coalition. They hide in their strongholds at the end of the earth, fearing what walks the land that was once theirs. After the first appearance of these creatures, an event mankind would later refer to as "The First Breach," a small portion of the population started to be born with a genetic abnormality dubbed the Paradox Gene. Children identified as carrying this gene, are taken from their homes, and their lives are erased. They are taken to a UCN black site to be moulded into an elite fighting force; the only hope of going toe to toe with the mind-bending horrors that stalk the wastelands on earth.

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!