Can you recommend urban supernatural novels like Like Me Is a Monster or Dragon Division?

Crown Reylin loved three things; flames, fireworks, and bombs. He didn't spare any of these against those who insulted him due to his family. No, Crown Reylin wasn't born in a poor family. He was born into an outstanding family with every descendant prevailing in their industry! But as the first immersive game appeared on the market, Crown Reylin stepped in... to enjoy more of his hobby! Flames, fireworks, and bombs! Empresses, the kings and their princesses, and many more people will feel them! It was Reylin's time! *I, Sixth, have published this story solely for webnovel.com I am not responsible for other illegal copies on other sites* #Support authors on webnovel.com by reading their stories here or on the webnovel's app!

A fellow weeb gets reincarnated in the world of One Piece as Portgas D. Jackson, the twin brother of Portgas D. Ace. His randomly generated cheat is letting him synchronize his battlepower and techniques over time with an anime character, which is also randomly chosen ;). I don’t own anything beside original characters Writing for fun but also trying to improve so pls leave a feedback

There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East. When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble-looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with. Mercenary: “Report, our squad is under attack, suffering heavy casualties!” Commander: “How many enemies are out there?” Mercenary: “Just… just one! There’s a joker card in his hand.” HQ: “What?! Hurry, retreat!”

Act like a saint. Tempt like a slut. Talk like a boss. Kill like a Gentleman. Elliot was given a task, and that was to infiltrate the mansion of the richest family in the country. Of course, he got in, but what he saw inside was a family secret that he was not supposed to find out. "Death never looked so fucking classy."

When the orphaned Yun Bei Fen becomes a disciple of the Teng Yong Sect and meets his senior martial brother Mei he finds a new goal in life: He wants to become a cultivator just as great as him! But unbeknownst to him, Mei Chao Bing is torn between the loyalty to his sect and to his master who betrayed it. Faced with the disgust of all his fellow disciples it's only that sweet little junior of his that keeps him there. But then even this special person seems to turn his back on him. Now it depends on Yun Bei Fen's ability to show him that he will indeed forever be his ray of light in the night of the world. The short story from "Lovely Writing System" now as a full-length novel!

# headmaster # relax When he had failed his college entrance exam, he had decided to build a magical academy with the help of the system in order to avoid being punished by his parents. The academy did not teach normal subjects like languages and sciences, but fortune telling, curses, summons, alchemies, and other magic-related subjects. At first, not many believed the academy existed and only a few had entered the academy. A few of the academy’s students were dropouts or people with childish fantasy. However, when the first semester had ended and the students had returned home for the break, the student of the Spell Department started to move objects without touching them at home. He even started fires without anything. The student of the Summoning Department started to summon pixies to help with his house chores. The student of the Alchemy Department even showed how he turned stones into gold. The student of the Fortune-telling Department hosted a live stream, and because of how accurate his prediction was, he was hailed as the Prophet. When he was interviewed, he replied, “What? A magic academy? No such thing exists. You have to believe in science. I’ll have to excuse myself first. My students want a Quidditch match with me.” He then turned around, sat on his broom, and flew away.