Novels by DanTheLion

[🥉 #10 System in my real life 🥉 ]"I don't have any powers and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled back. He was going to freak out if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't help himself. He gazed at his hands. Then he started slowly. "This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going."

The story follows Markus Ironclad, a man whose life is filled with conflict. On the one hand, he lives under the scrutiny of his in-laws, who constantly judge him. On the other hand, he must contend with the threat of the god killers, who murdered his father. As the plot unfolds, Markus finds himself in a battle for his life, and a fight for his heart. Can he overcome the odds and find the happiness he deserves?

Dax Edmund's life was a bleak and thankless one. He was trapped in a loveless marriage, scorned by his in-laws, and constantly harassed by loan sharks. Even worse, he was poor and struggling to make ends meet. His life seemed destined for misery, until a shocking revelation changed everything.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

The story follows Markus Ironclad, a man whose life is filled with conflict. On the one hand, he lives under the scrutiny of his in-laws, who constantly judge him. On the other hand, he must contend with the threat of the god killers, who murdered his father. As the plot unfolds, Markus finds himself in a battle for his life, and a fight for his heart. Can he overcome the odds and find the happiness he deserves?

Phoenix Arizona 2 years ago, Maks made a terrible mistake by trusting an "inner voice" who was actually Pandora, the mother of monsters. He unleashed monsters into the world until a war between the awakeners and the monsters started. Pandora wanted a world where the monsters could be included. But she realised that it was never meant to be. Maks with the help of his friends and allies. Banished the monsters back to the null void and peace was restored. ...But not entirely... Maks sat back brushing his black cat's ears. He was finished with college at 23 and he wanted to go to med school. In a funny turn of events, his bully's father would be funding his med school journey. He wanted to do things for himself and that didn't end well. That wasn't to say that he wasn't going to try. "Maks, to the kitchen." His stepmother Doreen Fletcher-Anderson said. She had come into her life when he was 8. She had trouble conceiving for 3 years before she had his half sister Jessica. He was so conflicted and it took him over a decade to come to love her but he couldn't blame his half sister. He took care of her even though he thought she was a burden. He went to the kitchen and his stepmom gave him a tray of sandwiches. "You haven't been eating, you've lost weight." "I lost the football tryouts, of course I'm trying to lose weight." Doreen turned to him and smiled.