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***[Setting]*** By the early 26th Century humanity had exhausted all resources that could sustain human life. Fortunately, in a science experiment in 2008 something unexpected occurred ripping open a portal to a completely different universe. Humanity spent the next 500 years preparing for their migration to the planet of Agartha. Humanity couldn't bring any of their advanced technology. However, they managed to create a system that allowed humans to develop themselves and gain abilities similar to the native sentient species of Agartha. To humans this system appeared and functioned almost like a video game. ***[Plot]*** After living on Agartha for ten years our MC dies under the blade of the person he was desperately trying to find and protect, his brother. However, through some twist of fate he wakes up alive and back on Earth, returned to the day he migrated to Agartha. A time before he suffered through unspeakable hardships and adversity. A time before he witnessed the cruelty of humanity. A time before he was used and tossed away by others. Our MC decides that he cannot allow the injustices of his past life to repeat themselves. That he will use what he has learned over his ten years of struggle to become someone who cannot be ignored, cannot be trampled, someone with real strength. Follow our MC as he struggles to overcome his weakness, faces the enemies of his past, uncovers the truth about his brother, and confronts situations that make him question his humanity.

NOTE: This book contains a lot of Violence, Blood and Gore. If that would repulse you, then this book is not for you. *** After being treated like scum by his overly proud and arrogant father because of the Animal Spirit that he summoned, see how Xiao Lin, who after being kicked out from his dad's mansion and gladly accepted an ancient devilish expert's legacy when he survived an incredible fall to his death, which was due to the unspeakable degrees of bullying and torture by the arrogant disciples from his Sect, will journey to the apex of power and fame by climbing on their decapitated lifeless bodies and on the massively towering piles of corpses formed from the thousands of slain righteous and heroic cultivators who will try to block him in his path to universe-wide popularity and hegemony. *** "With the Twin Silver Blades of Doom and Sorrow in my hands, and the uncanny Vampiric and Werewolf powers bestowed upon me by my ominous Animal Spirit, I will slash apart Kings, Gods or Deities, and dominate all Fiends, Demons or Devils that I will ever come across in my path of world conquest and ultimate power." "I, the Demonic Blade King, will reign eternally supreme in the sea of continents in the endlessly vast cultivation world." *** "Can't cripple or incapacitate him? Shatter your dantians and cut off your limbs yourselves!" "Can't kill him? Lick his boots for his mercy!" "Can't subdue him? Become his proud slave!" "Can't charm him? Might as well surrender your puny, insignificant souls to him!" *** TAGS: --> # EVIL & DARK MC --> # RUTHLESS MC --> # STUBBORN MC --> # SMART MC --> # CAREFREE MC --> # OVERPOWERED-MC --> # VAMPIRE MC --> # LYCANTHROPIC MC --> # OP-ENEMIES --> # ACTION (Epic-Level) --> # ADVENTURE --> # HIGH FANTASY --> # BEAST COMPANIONS --> # SPIRITS SUMMONING --> # WAR & STRATEGY --> # CULTIVATION --> # BLOOD & GORE --> # EXTREME VIOLENCE --> # NON-HAREM --> # SLIGHTLY FAST-PACED STORY I hope my book would be able to entertain you. Have a fun time reading! And don't forget to leave your powerstones and reviews as support. Thanks! _ DISCLAIMER: I don't own the cover photo. If the owner wants it taken down, I will do so immediately. *** If you would like to contact me, do so on Discord @: Kolade!#9863

Drunk, she forces a man to sleep with her and does some unspeakable things. He's the king of the business world and a prominent figure in the political world. He's widely known as the chief but even the president has to kneel down and kowtow to him when he meets him. She is fooled by him into visiting the Civil Affairs Bureau and fooled into getting into his bed. That's when she realizes that he's mysterious, wealthy, ruthless, and impotent. "What do you want? No! It hurts." Gentlemanly? Impotent? Everything's a lie. He even finds 13 times a night too little for him! She runs away in fright because of her husband's powerful virility. However, she is carried back and 'tormented' every night. She kneels down and begs him, "Please kill me." "Hmm?" The man has just decided something for her... (An extremely sweet novel)

The most feral of captives hits on the most righteous of commanders. Background: Low-fantasy cultivation, fictional empire. Long-winded summary: The traitorous general Gu Mang once again returned to his home country, and everyone was quick to exclude him. It was said that the one who hated him the most was once the closest of his brothers — The cold and stoic Young Master Mo. Prickly furred top x Fluffy furred bottom1 Rumour on the streets: Young Master Mo had prepared 365 ways to interrogate him via torture and was waiting to try it on Gu Mang. The rich variety of comprehensive methods he had were more than enough to play with him for an entire year without repeating. But the rumours were soon prohibited by Young Master Mo, using the reason that they painted him as a lunatic and were gravely inconsistent with the truth. So what was the truth? The truth was even more unspeakable— Mo Xi’s Identity: The cleanest, most honourable commander of the Empire. His relationship with the traitorous Gu Mang: They’ve slept together before. ------------ Title: YuWu Alternative: Remnants of Filth / Stains of filth Author: Meatbundoesnteatmeat English Translation: Seal Upload here by: Sleepyslyfox

The Night Killer was a notorious serial killer with an indestructible reputation transcending across all nations, targeting corrupted nobles and their subordinates. His resilient ambitions to exterminate the monarchy and destabilize the relations between the nobility and its monarch made him do unspeakable things, going as far as to bed the Queen with the aim of controlling the royal court. Due to his 'carelessness', he was ultimately arrested and brought to kneel among the people, ending his bloody reign of terror. Having foreseen his inevitable doom, he had made preparations in advance. He had ordered his closest companion to end his life on the day of his execution. Having been reborn into the body of Ren Ye, he was met with the presence of an adorable little girl in his life, calling out Papa whenever she sees him and giving kisses on his cheeks. Likewise, a system was awakened inside of him, and evil transmigrators ascended on Earth, threatening the safety of him and his beloved. Follow along his journey from a callous and ruthless murderer to becoming a warm and loving father to his daughter, while fighting off evil forces and keeping Earth a peaceful place for his family to live. Note: Cover belongs to the rightful owner and the story is entirely fictional. If certain topics offend you, please do tell me. The author isn't a native speaker and is trying to improve, therefore you can expect some grammatical errors in the novel, do inform me of them as well.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Will soon be published on Amazon (linked with kassimbadani@live.com) Falling prey to the machinations of his younger brother, Jonas IV Helen Hadin III was quickly disowned by his father, Duke Hadin, then shipped away into exile in less than a week to a colony of the Motherland. Worse, it was in the Orcish Continent.  Now, war is on the horizon with the orcish tribes and clans. Jonas hopes to prepare a stalwart defense to survive with those he cares about and he would if he didn't have to face a million other issues. From crazy pirates, power-hungry mercenaries, entitled nobles, famine, ancient cities filled with unspeakable horrors and much much more.  How he is supposed to deal with this all...? Well, we will find out together. Oh, did we mention he has been having weird nightmares about an America and a Corporate life?

William Reginal was once an insignificant figure following the flow of a mundane society without leaving any noticeable mark of existence. During a sleep no different from any other, William came in contact with the unspeakable, and unimaginable for a mortal, demon or even a god. Something greater. Far greater. When he awoke from his slumber a changed being, it marked the beginning of a legendary time in which he would be at the core of events that would be etched into the annals of time. ---------------------- Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc, are the property of their respective owners, William Reginal, Vincent Helin, and others. The original characters and extended plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

Voldemort’s death was meant to be the end of an age of terror and strife. But things rarely ever go according to plan. Voldemort’s death instead turned out to be the catalyst that revealed new and more dangerous threats. In a world more dangerous than ever first imagined, Harry finds himself at the forefront of fighting these new threats. = = = = = = = = = = This takes place post-war and will take characters and organisations from various franchises. Some of these characters will be similar to their actual characters, but others will be used more for their name and appearance, so more as a reference point.

My name is Akira Onjo, and this is the story of how I hypnotized my wife when we were kids. But I'm not evil, even if I did something unspeakable to her.