rise of the demon general

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."

As a live-in-son-inlaw of the Dabby family, Danver's life was hell on earth. But his real identity as the heir to the wealthiest business tycoon remained a secret. with an unexpected turn of events,both his mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law crawled down at his feet. His mother-in-law begged “Do not leave my daughter" and his grandmother-in-law said “I was wrong"

Palan is raised in the harsh world of the demons, depending on himself to survive while raising his sister. One day, his sister falls sick and he's forced to make a deal with an angel in order to save her life. Unfortunately for him, that deal sends him a world away from his sister.

Betrayed by his wife and left for dead by her ruthless lover, Jeffery Flamel finds himself hunted and on the brink of death. Against all odds, he survives and stumbles upon the ancient secrets of alchemy, unlocking a power long thought lost to history. Determined to rebuild his life and reclaim his dignity, Jeffery embarks on a journey of mastery and vengeance, facing relentless enemies who will stop at nothing to bury alchemy—and him—forever.

The world is a jungle and only the strong survive. After being framed at work and fired on the spot for a crime he didn’t commit, Dorian is given the hard side of life yet again, but a near-death experience brings him to contact something some would refer to as a blessing and a curse. The unfair world grants him a system. One that holds endless potential if utilized well and exploited to it’s fullest potential. Dorian would have rejected it, but he’s tired of being just another player in someone else’s story, He wants to rise above. Will he be able to? Watch as Dorian surpasses expectations, and becomes the most remarkable, most awesome, and most desirable man in any space he occupies.

Introvert!? Me!? Tha hell am I an introvert. I stay indoors all day because I am afraid to get my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won't be walking freely. This is a promise I made it myself. My name is Ryder and I am a black marked. In the planet where I live, it is dominated by summoners. If you guessed, then you are right, we contracted beast from the Astral Shadow plain and summon it out at will after successfully contracting the creature. Mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after birth, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different colours of mark— the brown, the orange, the red, the black and lastly, the white. Of all the marking, I was marked black. I was marked by a supreme demon monarch of the Astra shadow plain— the Dracogon. There was a 0.5 over 100 percent chance for me to survive in the contraction process but I did. I did and in the process, caused a catastrophe— i opened a link between the beasts of Astra shadow plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone is in my planet is in danger because of me. Now with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made, alone just like I caused it alone. ****

Klein Anderson, a bullied and humiliated orphan and now the live-in-son-law, who everyone looked down on and regarded as a freeloader. Is the heir to his grandfather's multi-Tillion company but all of these remained a secret. In a world where wealth and power is the weapon, Klein promised to outmaneuver and make those who looked down on him crumble at his feets and beg for mercy. A tale of resilience, revenge and redemption. 

Throughout the Myriad worlds, I alone shall stand at the top. Gods and demons shall all heed my summon. Aldrin Draca, the eldest son of the ancient dragon clan’s head, was born without a Zen core, making him incapable of learning the martial and esoteric arts vital to his society. When his younger brother tries to assassinate him, Aldrin unexpectedly unlocks his clan’s bloodline powers and awakens a mysterious spirit system, setting him on a path of growth, conflict, and discovery. With powers that attract enemies from both his own family and beyond, Aldrin escapes into other worlds, where he must learn new abilities, forge alliances, and ultimately return to prevent the destruction of his home.

"Remove this penniless piece of trash from our sight. Miserable college dropout! Shameless thief! Son-in-law my ass!" Penury, Love, Hatred, Betrayal, and Wealth collided! Raphael was accused of being a THIEF! He was termed a son of a promiscuous mother! In a designed scheme against his late mother; Raphael was disinherited and his inheritance willed to his younger step-brother. His late father shamefully threw him and his late mother out of the family house. Raphael's mother, due to depression from the scheme against her, died of a heart attack and left him all alone against the world that mercilessly despised him. Raphael lived in undescribable penury, humiliated by his rich family in-laws, whom he worked under in a five-star hotel as a part-time Room Service Agent. He fell prey to their organized scheme that dirtied his image and had him arrested. Raphael was betrayed by the ones he trusted and shamefully got dumped by the one he exchanged marital vows with. Raphael battled against every obstacle that stood in his way to ensure he exposed the scheme that allegedly stained his image and ensured his oppressors pay dearly. He vehemently fought hard to clear up his late mother's image as a "Slut" Would he successfully achieve his profound life goals when he finally got bestowed with wealth? or would the hunger for revenge limit the progress of his ambitions? Find out in the intriguing chapters of “The Emergence of Raphael Gauthier.”

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.