wings of fire qibli

Being back as the leader and most powerful warrior in the army [God of war] in Fox River, Miller is set not just to find his missing twin, but to also make the people who ruin his life pay!

Peter Campbell, a brilliant young man from a humble background, secures a scholarship to the exclusive Berrocks University, typically reserved for the elite. His dreams of bringing honor to his family are overshadowed when he falls in love with Angelica Richards, a beautiful girl from a wealthy family. Their relationship faces numerous obstacles, but how many daggers would they endure all because of Love.

Nikole gestured for Michelle and Kelvin to sit up and pay close attention. "Listen carefully," she said, her tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you would change your reality right now, and you might never hear anything like it again." Taking a deep breath, Nikole began her tale: "Two hundred years ago, there were two brothers who ruled different lands. They found a special cup called the Nightshade Chalice, rumored to give whoever owned it incredible power and eternal life, jealousy tore the brothers apart, leading to a fierce battle over the chalice”. "The Nightshade Chalice was made from ancient gods' bones and filled with blood from many sacrifices," Nikole continued, making sure they understood . "Their father gave the chalice to Alaric, which made his brother Leopold very jealous. Leopold wanted the chalice for himself, so he attacked Alaric's kingdom during a lunar eclipse." As Nikole kept talking, Kelvin and Michelle started to feel a bit bored. They yawned a few times, and their eyes looked droopy, like they were struggling to stay awake. But Nikole noticed and stopped for a moment. She knew she had to make the story more interesting to keep their attention. "Wait," she said, sounding urgent, "this part is really important. You need to hear it." "The chalice can only be used by someone special, called the son of light, who guards a hidden realm with a secret seer. For two hundred years, the chalice has been dormant, its dark power sealed away by the seer's magic."

James Donovan, a retired "God of War," his life changed upside down when his wife was almost raped and his daughter got kidnaped, just because his daughter heart was matched to the rich family, they didn't stopped there, they thought poor people lives have no value infront of them. James embarks on a dangerous mission, knowing that in this fight, there are no rules. His enemies may have money and power, but James has something far more valuable: the unyielding love of a father determined to bring justice to the innocent and ensure the rich are held accountable for their crimes. “You tried to play God with my daughter’s life. But let me tell you something, Zhao—no man is not God. And you’ll pay for every single life you’ve destroyed. Justice isn’t just for the rich. It’s for everyone. And today, you’ll feel it.” James is not just fighting for his family—he’s fighting for every life the rich have trampled on, and he won’t stop until justice is served.

Richard Dwayne, who had been leaning on his wife’s family for three years, recently went through a divorce with his powerful wife. His ex-wife was pretty convinced that he’d come crawling back, asking for another chance. But guess what? Richard showed up in style, cruising in a fancy car to pick up his new mysterious wife.

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

The entire Carmichael family looked on in curiosity as the convoy of Fords rolled into the mansion's grounds. It looked like a King was making his entrance. The cars came to a stop and a driver ran over to pull the passenger door open. Luke stepped down from the car and shocked silence swept through the Humsworth family. He looked at them, a smug smirk curving his lips. "L-luke?" His wife, Fiona, stuttered. "In the flesh. Hello, in-laws, your wretched son-in-law is finally home…" *** What would you do if you were insulted and shamed by your wife's family for being poor, but one day, you discover that you're the heir to a lost fortune? Luke Bradford is the average, wretched son-in-law of the rich Carmichael family. He is shamed, disgraced and abused by his wife's family until one day, he finds out that he's the heir to a Diamond empire running into trillions of dollars. Luke returns with one thing on his mind…to take revenge on every single person who dared to hurt him in the past, but the Humsworth family have also vowed that a low class peasant like him will never lord over them. Taking a path through drug money, lies, deceit, treachery…and even the deadly mafia, will he succeed, or will the sneaky Humsworth family clip his feathers before he can even fly?

Abandoned by his father even before birth, Marc Altard grew up with his mother and younger sister, living a normal human life only to come across an elf, Berilan Ethren, who claimed to be his half brother, sent by his unknown father to find him, because of the realm was at the verge of being destroyed by a risen evil, and he is destined to join in the fight against this evil. Will Marc Altard believe the words of a total stranger? Will he join this hidden war? Could this be the reason why he was born? In the end, destiny is all.

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)

In an urban city with dark pasts, on the night of a full lunar moon, a pregnant maid returning from work was raped to death by three drunk men. Her death was enough to nudge them to their senses... They buried her. A day after the corpse had tasted moistures and gloom, a snake crawled its way into the shabbily covered pit. And seven minutes later, out of the pit crawled out a pumpkin eating cute baby; A dark spirit of the past that haunted the land many centuries ago had found an excuse to be reborn; The body of an unborn child... the cuter, the bloodier, it'd thought!