Douluo : Wuhun Blue Silver Grass, I Can Bring the Dead Back to Life

Steel is my scales, flames cast my bones. The blood of the red dragon and the iron dragon interweaves and fuses in my body, creating a dazzling new life. Flames and steel are my innate talents, and adaptation and evolution are my power to prove eternity. The weak are full of concerns, but the king has no taboos. Anyone who can't kill me will make me stronger. In front of me, those who kneel live, and those who stand die. All things live and die under my control, and I can decide life and death at will. If the whole world is against me, I will burn this world with the power of a dragon, and then rule its ashes. My name is Garros, the world respects me and fears me, and worship me as the eternal and immortal dragon!

Humans...very busybody creatures always looking for ways to defile the laws of the world through science and technology, truly that had been going well, but what do you think would happen when the goal for development becomes a object of greed....but as it is in humans so it is in superhumans. Many seek to see themselves as the one and only true god who sort the envy and worship or those who are not like them transforming them into an occultic group of people filled with unrealistic ambitions and would not stop until it's acheived even if it means burning those who are innocent into black crisp of ash. This is a story of how different group of humans and supernaturals with different beliefs scheme against each other for personal gains while some for domination and the rest for their own peace, meet klaus and his group who hid from the government trying to lead a peaceful life while trying their best to protect their environment so as to enable both humans and supernaturals to coexist while atvtje same time trying to chanhethe world view of them. In this story there would be old traditions of the past which would resurface and most would be fictional. Stay tuned..... 1 chapter per week or 2. but more info. about the scheduled release would be communicated from time to time

Living a story, many wish to enter their favourite book... But what if you actually could? That is the reality that Aether Moirai lives in, where readers bound to the Codex system can enter stories and grow stronger by changing their endings. But while awakening for most is a blessing, for the little Prince Aether, it had been a curse more than anything; he had been given this title at the worst moment of his life, trapped inside an enemy Kingdom that wanted his head, and to make it worse, his powers were those of a God, which, while it might seem like a good thing, had been the opposite. Between having to care about his own mental health and get stronger so his body doesn't get taken over, and trying to find himself, he also has to worry about the past he has no idea about, since it seems he's more connected to the world than he had thought. He has to decide if he wants to step into the role the world has given him, as the Vessel of one of the five gods of the world, or become a person of his own without losing himself. Quite a harsh world for one that seems like a fairy tale on paper... But what if those stories also have something to say about people entering them... that would make it way worse, wouldn’t it... P/S POTA is a novel with a lot of deaths; a lot of characters die. It’s a very dark novel for a reason, with no fear of gruesome and ugly scenes, but also one with a very complicated system and a lot of niche mechanics, and above all, the protagonist himself changes a lot through the story, and every part of his change is going to be shown, even the bad times. When it comes to uploads, there are two new chapters daily.

Woke up in a child’s body after getting hit by a truck? Well, thanks for still being alive! You find yourself not in your familiar world—surrounded by communicators, galonet, and all the other comforts of civilization—but in a place where everyone drives smoky cars running on burning hydrocarbons? Could be worse. At least you don’t have to chase mammoths with a spear. Did the universe throw you some classic transmigrator goodies? I’ll take a hundred! What do you mean, no? Just a couple, but hefty ones… That’ll do for a start. --- This is a translation! Raw: “Ричи”

Lin Yunfeng screwed up. Big time. One mistake. That’s all it was. A stupid, drunken mistake. So why the hell was Ren Muchen chasing him down a creepy-ass abandoned hallway like a maniac?! "You slept with me and ran? Fine! Let’s see how long you last!" Uh, yeah. No thanks. Yunfeng ran faster, heart pounding—until he skidded to a stop. Right in front of a half-rotten zombie. "Oh, come on!" Before he could even process his impending doom, the thing lunged. His life flashed before his eyes. Then—WHACK. A massive axe took the zombie’s head clean off. And just like that, Muchen was grabbing his collar, hauling him up like a ragdoll. "You’re not dying," Muchen said, looking way too smug for someone who just saved his life. "Not today. Not anytime soon." Yunfeng barely got his breath back before Muchen dropped the biggest bomb ever. "Because we’re having a baby." Wait. What?! Yunfeng clutched his stomach. "H-How do you know?!" "You KNEW?!" Muchen shook him like a damn rattle. "And you still ran? Take responsibility, you bastard! We made a life!" Well. Shit. There was officially no running from this.

Zou Yue jumped to the side, dodging an extended claw of a growling zombie. A pair of warm hands gripped his small waist from behind and pulled him over to a sturdy chest. The same pair of hands slowly groped his chest. “Brother fan w—what are you doing?!” Zou carefully looked up at him. Fan Xui smirked mysteriously at him and removed the huge shades stylishly. A clear pair of eyes met Zou’s challengingly. “since I saved you just now, why don’t you give me a kiss?” “you... you can see!!! Aren’t you blind!!!” Zou Yue glanced in shock. He pushed himself for of his body. Fan Xui laughed out loud, gently caressing Zou’s long black hair. “are you gonna leave me now?,” he continued groping his barely their chest through his girly tank top. “Fuck yeah!! Let go you poser.” he pushed him away and started shooting the zombies outside with renewed passion. Fan suddenly caught his wrist. “You bastard, what are you doing, let go of my hand. The zombies are coming!!!” “Hmm okay,” Fan Xui let go. He swiftly snapped a fluffy handcuff snugly on his wrist, tying them both together. “Now we are tied together for live and death,” “FAN. XUI!! Get this off of me!” Zou growled at him, but the young man just laughed happily. “Sigh, you are beautiful even when you are angry, dear,” Fan Xui whispered and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He gently bit those soft lips and moaned. “Delicious,” Letting go, he slowly waved his hand towards the upcoming zombies and they are reduced to ashes.

Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it "Fuck just leave me alone!!!" Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder. "Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!! The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. "Honey, I'm saving your life~" "I had it under control. Now, let me go!" Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. "Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~" Jian rue froze. "W-why are you following me! why me.." Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, "Because you are my betrothed,"

Never would I’ve thought that a simple water ball would awaken those feelings inside of me, as the day passed, memories falling to pieces together to awaken an ability that brings me trauma and dread towards the future. As the day passed, more knowledge and different future that lies ahead of me appeared and scare me. I tried to bear through the world, and see what kind of struggle I can make before stopping at the juncture where I can make a change. In this godforsaken world… I wonder, what change can I make? tldr: Claude was just a brat—a village troublemaker with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind—until a prank gone wrong awakened something terrifying and impossible. Memories. Not from another life, but from many. Futures that never happened. Timelines that fractured. Pain that felt too real to be fiction. Now, armed with fragments of knowledge from alternate realities, Claude knows one thing: the peaceful village of Buena is not safe. A disaster is coming—the Mana Calamity—and no one is prepared. So Claude trains. Under Paul Greyrat's sword. Alongside Rudeus' magic. With grit, secrets, and a plan no one can know.

Heather Potter lived a miserable life that pushed her past her breaking point and beyond… And then she evolved into Amara Black, thrust into a world that wasn’t ready for the rise of another Dark Witch. But she was here all the same. Smut / Lemons Harry Potter / DCU Crossover.

When one has power, they are respected, but that same respect can also lead to hatred and under that hate, there is fear. The god of chaos was a being with power so great the other 11 gods couldn't even try to compare to him. They all respected him but they also feared him. His power alone could destroy reality all together. The only person who could beat him would be the Regulator but no one knows where he is. The god of light Lucifer created a weapon, a weapon which could even strike down the god of chaos Ephraxis. What was the sword made off for it to defeat a god as powerful as Ephraxis. That was the question surging through Ephraxis mind as he layed in the floor of the council room of the gods. As he layed,his so called friend Lucifer whispered something to him, something that made Ephraxis blood boiled for the first time in very very long while. Before he died he swore that he would return and he would kill Lucifer and everyone one of the gods who were with him. His call had been answered and when he awoke, he had been reborn into the family of Morningstar. That last name belonged to Lucifer. It pissed him off to think he was reborn into his enemies family. But how did his enemy even have a family in the first place. There were questions piling on in his head but there was one thing that was clear. He would kill the gods who had betrayed him by any means necessary. Which meant he was going to need to reclaim his weapon. The sword of chaos, Havenhell. He had been giving a second chance, a chance he would not waste.