Brave

In the infinite universe, countless worlds and planets exist. Strength is law, and weakness is a sin. Betrayal is the norm, and pride is nothing more than a worthless currency to be traded. Empires, kingdoms, and factions constantly vie for control, while an endless war rages between the three strongest powers. Yet even darker, more scheming forces linger in the shadows, waiting for their chance. Ethan was only a newborn when he became the victim of a conspiracy against his family—one that left him stranded in a world where he does not belong, forced to grow up in a village where people simply wait for the day they die. Unaware of his true origins, he vows to seek freedom and uncover the truth of who he really is. This is my first ever work, and I hope it catches your attention! Just a heads-up—the story will be a bit slow-paced at first, since I want to carefully explore Ethan’s life in detail.

The year is 2100. Earth is no longer ours. Fifty years ago, an alien race brought humanity to its knees. What remains of us now hides in The Edge, a mirrored illusion of Earth, controlled by fear, lies, and silence. I was born in hiding. Raised to obey. Taught to fear the truth. But when I cross over into the real world and meet a mysterious hybrid girl who shouldn’t exist, everything I thought I knew begins to unravel. The aliens aren’t the mindless monsters we were told. The real enemy… might be leading us from within. Now I’m caught between two worlds: one built on secrets, the other built on blood. And the fate of both may rest on the shoulders of a boy who was never meant to survive. They call me Voidborn. I call this… a reckoning.

The Alchemy Of Souls,An ancient ritual,long buried in legend and fear,is rising again. At Arcadia Academy,where the kingdoms greatest Alchemist,Arcanist and healers train,young prince Eldan who was thought to be weak,must master a mysterious power he barely understands and forged an alliance with the witch Vanya ,who knowledge of forbidden magic could be the world's only hope or its ultimate doom time is running out. Can prince Eldan harness his powers on time to save the world or will history repeat itself in blood?.

Betrayed at the peak of his power, warlord Kael Draven dies with his brother’s blade in his back and his wife’s laughter in his ears. But death is not the end. Reborn fifteen years in the past, Kael awakens with the Devil’s Rebirth System; a curse that grants him strength for every drop of blood he spills. Every betrayal avenged, every soul claimed, brings him closer to the power of a god. But vengeance is never free. The more Kael feeds the System, the more it whispers, tempting him to abandon his humanity. To destroy his enemies, he may have to become the very monster they once feared.

They buried him as a disgrace. He returned as their reckoning. Five years ago, Dominic Kane was the heir to an empire, until his own family framed him for a crime he didn’t commit, murdered his parents, and threw him into prison to die. They made one mistake: he survived. Now he’s back. Not as the broken man they destroyed, but as the nation’s most feared War General, a legend who crushed armies and brought empires to their knees. His uncle sits in the family mansion, celebrating a banquet in honor of a mysterious War God he’s desperate to impress. He has no idea he just invited his own executioner through the door. Dominic didn’t come home for forgiveness. He came to collect blood debts, and he always pays in full. When the past comes for you wearing three stars and carrying the weight of a nation’s military might, there’s nowhere left to run. For fans of revenge thrillers where power, justice, and retribution collide.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

Damien, a humble delivery guy, caught his girlfriend cheating with another man, while delivering a package to an apartment. The man was a spoiled, rich second-generation heir named Orion son of Derick. She didn’t even admit she was wrong. Instead, she hurled insults at Damien and coldly declared she could never live with someone stuck in poverty like him. Crushed and humiliated, Damien climbed onto his bike and rode away. But fate had other plans. On the road, he was involved in a terrible accident. As his vision began to fade, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind: Ding… System Activated. Welcome to the All-in-One Task Reward System. Those were the last words Damien heard before everything went dark.

For three years, Diego Herrera was mocked as nothing more than a “substitute husband.” His wife sneered, “Diego, you were never my man—you were Alejandro’s replacement.” Humiliated, treated like a parasite, Diego endured in silence. Until the night he walked away. What no one knew? The man they despised was the God of Martial Arts, a healer feared in every hospital, and a hidden CEO whose empire made generals and billionaires kneel. “Diego, you’re worthless!” Isabella spat. He looked at her once, cold and final. “Worthless men don’t make CEOs tremble.” From boardrooms to battlefields, his name will shake nations. Doctors, generals, tycoons—every one bows before him. And every woman who once laughed at him now fights to catch his eye. Heiresses, celebrities, even daughters of the most powerful families… all whisper the same thing—they want him. But Diego has no need to chase. He is the storm. The boss. The man untouchable. “You’ll crawl back to me!” Isabella mocked. He smiled faintly. “No. You’ll kneel.”

When Jace, a battle-hardened survivor, rescues Ana from the horrors lurking in Creek Falls, he believes he's just saving another life. But Ana is no ordinary girl. Her blood is the key to an ancient ritual that could unleash something far worse than the monsters already stalking the ruins. Hunted through the collapsing streets, haunted by voices that mimic innocence, and stalked by creatures that wear human faces, the two must forge an unbreakable bond to survive. As Ana learns the truth of why she was captured, and Jace faces the ghosts of his own past, one thing becomes clear: in Creek Falls, survival isn't mercy... it's war.

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.