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Douluo 2: Tang Sect Legend – Spear of Wind

Wu Xuan transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, awakening a Wind Element Martial Soul and a mutated Soul-Breaking Spear with Spiritual attributes—two top-tier twin Martial Souls. However, the fatal flaw was that Wu Xuan transmigrated to the declining Po Clan ten thousand years later. In this era of dazzling Soul Tools, hidden weapons were like fireflies compared to the moon. After nearly a thousand years of suppression by the Tang Sect's main lineage, three of the four major single-attribute families had perished, and even the once-powerful Po Clan, possessing the top-tier Soul-Breaking Spear, was on the verge of disappearing from the annals of history. Was joining the Tang Sect ten thousand years ago the right or wrong decision? To prevent her child from following in her footsteps, Wu Xuan's mother resolutely left the Tang Sect. Thus, a new chapter began in the history of the Douluo Continent. An era of zero tolerance for evil had begun! Evil Soul Master: What's wrong with being an Evil Soul Master? Should we Evil Soul Masters all die? Wu Xuan: Nonsense! If you don't die, am I the one who dies? Once you're an Evil Soul Master, you'll be an Evil Soul Master for life!! You dare to suck people's blood today, you dare to eat people tomorrow!! I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to listen!! Today is your last day to breathe freely!! You can beg me, but I won't let you go!! Xiao Xiao: Wu Xuan, what does this book mean by humility? Wu Xuan: Humility............... (Read 50+ Advanced Chapters At Pat Reon [email protected]/FicToric)
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The Weight We Hide

We never asked to be born this way. It just happened. While the world kept moving, some of us learned how to disappear-how to blend into the crowd, how to breathe without making a sound, how to live as if we were never there. For a long time, we believed the danger had ended with the war. That the worst horrors were buried in the past. We were wrong. First came the Paladins-fanatics who believed that only God should wield supernatural power. Then came the Nazis, who hunted us during the war and turned us into experiments. And when the war ended, someone decided the work was unfinished. In 1945, Division was born. A secret organization created to watch us, study us... and eliminate us if necessary. To them, we are not people-only categories: seers, jumpers, psychics, shadows. Cold labels for lives that never chose to be different. For years, the balance remained the same. We survived. They hunted. My name is James Davis. I'm fourteen years old. I'm a telekinetic. I was eight when Division killed my mother. Before she died, she hid me. But she also left me with a responsibility I couldn't escape: protecting a girl. A girl with the number 11 tattooed on her wrist. They say she is the key-either to destroying Division... or to dooming us all. Years have passed, and now I don't know if stopping Division is even possible. All I know is this: in a world built on lies, persecution, and hidden laboratories, the fate of every one of us depends on a girl... ...and on how much we're willing to lose to save her.
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All The Alphas Want The Blood-Hound Princess

After the death of the former Royal General and Resident Blood-Hound, the Kingdom of Dionus descended into chaos. The Second Queen rebelled. The Second Prince vanished. And the sacred balance of the Five Disciples of the Moon Goddess began to fall. As the wolves fought over the throne, one name refused to disappear. Esmeralda Malcolm. Daughter of the late Royal General. A Blood-Hound without a Wolf. Forbidden. But also the infamous red-haired troublemaker. A noble-tamer with a sharp tongue and an even sharper smile. She was never meant to inherit anything. Meant to be forgotten. But on her eighteenth birthday, the ancient contract awakens—and Esme becomes the Mistress of the Seven Dark Lords, beings even Alpha Kings feared to name aloud. Seven Monsters—created by a cunning Entity to represent the Seven Deadly Sins. They were bound to her by her paternal blood, rune, and will. And somehow… life got better. A silver-haired vampire who treats her like a treasure. “My lady, your fists are too precious to touch scum like that. Let me handle him.” A werewolf warlord with a pack of terrifyingly obedient men. "Dear Mistress, what command do you have for me today?” A beautiful seven-star chef insisting on feeding her by hand. "Say a word and a feast worthy of kings will be set at your table.” Best of all? A system left behind by their Creator that showed her how loyal they were to her. However, peace was short-lived. Because the Second Alpha Prince finally returns. An Alpha born to command, blessed by the Moon, feared by Kings yet haunted by a red-haired girl with a sad smile he never forgot. He comes to save her. He comes with Bloodlines, armies, and fate itself at his back. Yet Esme only laughs. After all—what’s more fun than a war between Alpha Bloodlines and Ancient Monsters? Especially when the prize is hers. The rules are simple. Fight. Win. And maybe earn a kiss on the cheek. #StrongFL #ObsessiveML #Romantasy #SmartFL #MultipleLoveInterests #FandM
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The Dragon Reborn:Rhaegar of Fire and Fate

Reborn into the House of the Dragon, a modern soul awakens as Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, heir to prophecy and blood, in a Westeros standing at the edge of quiet upheaval. This is not the mad realm remembered by history. King Jaehaerys II still sits the Iron Throne, Prince Aerys has yet to fall into madness, and the great houses—Dragon, Lion, Stag, and Wolf—remain bound by fragile alliances. Beneath this calm, however, the seeds of disaster already lie buried: ambition, bloodline, prophecy, and the inevitable clash between fate and will. Armed with knowledge of future tragedies yet constrained by the customs of nobility, Rhaegar must walk a perilous path. He cannot act rashly, nor can he escape the weight of Valyrian tradition—incestuous bloodlines, political marriages, and the unyielding expectations placed upon a dragon prince. Every decision, from betrothal to alliance, threatens to ripple through the realm. As dragons stir, ancient bloodlines awaken, and the shadow of the Long Night lingers beyond memory, Rhaegar begins to reshape history—not through open rebellion, but through patience, foresight, and quiet reform. The fall of great houses, the rise of unlikely heirs, and the redefinition of kingship itself unfold step by calculated step. Yet destiny is not so easily undone. Prophecy watches. Blood remembers. And Westeros will test whether a man who knows the future can truly escape it—or only forge a darker, sharper fate.
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Horror Trainee Program

DISCLAIMER: This story is not owned by me. All rights belong to the original author and copyright holder. This copy is provided for offline reading purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended, and if the rightful owner requests removal, it will be taken down immediately. The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.
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