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Dawn Of Glory
Fantasy
They had her surrender and snarled at her with their sharp, long teeth. She knew she was doomed. She has finally met her end. Even if everybody forgives her and lets her go, Delta Logan won’t support them. He is dangerous.
She examined her surroundings, her eyes wondering for a way out. However, it was a dead end. They were in the middle of a jungle. The only thing she could hope for was an unexpected miracle.
Delta Logan strides forward, followed by Rebecca, and her witch friend, Rachael, while the rest of the lycans pack moves behind her.
Instantly, an idea crept into her head. Rachael is a witch. That means she was not fast like those lycans.
“You can do this,” she assured herself.
As Delta Logan dived at her, at the last minute, she stepped aside and the Delta collided with a tree instead. Before any one of them could react, she dived at Rachael, her elbow aiming straight for her teeth.
Before Rachael could blink, Joy’s elbow collided with her mouth and the force removed the front teeth in the process. She pushed her out of the way and then grabbed a tree branch she had seen earlier and used the force to propel her body on top of the tree.
Joy was sure of one thing, she couldn't outrun Delta Logan and the pack on dry ground. But she could do it on top of trees. Dan had taught her that. He had been training her for a day like this.
She swung her body on top of another tree, and then swivelled her body midair, did bar hop skills, and grabbed another branch.
She could hear the rustling of leaves behind her which suggested that they were now chasing her. Yet, she did not panic. She has been in this wood many times without number, and she knew her way better than them.
After jumping for what seemed like forever, she could see the exit of the woods. It was a few metres ahead of her, and that made her double her effort. She was sure that Dan would be waiting for her at the exit of the woods.
She was ten yards away from the exit when Joy felt her body hitting an invisible shield. Without being told, she knew it was Rachael who cast that invisible shield.
As she collided with the shield, Joy felt something she hadn’t felt before in her entire life. She felt herself getting stronger. It was like the invisible shield had just ignited something in her. However, she ignored it.
She came tumbling down, ten feet downward with her head coming first. Seeing this, she closes her eyes and braces herself for the impact.
Joy had expected her head to hit the earth. To her surprise, she docked with her feet. She couldn’t believe it. She opened her eyes, and they were now red.
“Impossible,” Delta Logan and the rest of the lycan pack yelled in shock. “Inform Lord Darius that the half-breed is alive." Delta Logan yelled at the pack.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Before any one of them could blink, she had already brought down the heads of three lycans.
She was faster than anything they had ever seen. She’s indeed a ruthless half-breed. They had just brought doom to the middle land. The half-breed is back. Once Banished
Adventure After the death of Alpha Rey Reed Smith, he opened his eyes, only to find himself in another realm; the realm of the ancient gods.
Rey Reed Smith opened his eyes and found himself on the salt sea shore with no memories of his past life, where he came from, or where he was going.
However, he was lucky to be adopted by two brothers, Garry and Gaius.
As Rey started seeking a way to recover his lost memories, he was caught in the affairs of the middle land. He discovered that everyone in the middle land was suffering from the curse of their first Alpha. Slowly, the curse started generating, affecting the two brothers that helped Rey on the beach, leaving Rey no choice but to help his friends.
When Rey was deeply engrossed trying to break the curse, he discovered that it might be the key for him to return to his realm.
But with the multiple trouble from Sebastian, the dark Alpha of the middle land, and Dylan, a distant cousin of Xavier Knoll who is back to avenge his brother’s death and unleash the wrath of Xavier on the people, Rey might find himself biting more than he can chew.
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Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
Reborn Heiress: My Family's Bitter Karma
Miss Demeanor On my eighteenth birthday, the celestial pact hiding my aura finally expired. I stood on the rotting steps of the trailer, watching my foster family celebrate my eviction like they’d won the lottery. Brenda threw a liability waiver at me to sign, ensuring I’d never ask for a dime of their welfare checks again. Worse, her daughter Regina stood there smirking, flaunting the heirloom emerald bracelet she’d stolen from my secret stash—unaware it was a spiritual artifact soaked in fifty years of blood magic. "Consider it payment for room and board, freak," Regina sneered, forcing the silver band over her wrist. They thought they were discarding a burden. They didn't realize I was the only dam holding back a tidal wave of their own bad karma. As I signed the papers, voluntarily severing our ties, the air pressure plummeted. The bracelet began to constrict like a snake, turning Regina’s flesh a necrotic purple as the protection I offered vanished. Before they could scream, a matte black helicopter bearing the Sterling Industries crest descended onto the muddy lawn, blowing their plastic lawn chairs into the neighbor's yard. A man in a bespoke charcoal suit stepped out, ignoring the filth to bow before me. He looked at my terrified foster family and announced, "We are here to retrieve the Sterling heiress." I smiled at Regina, whose arm was already beginning to rot, and whispered, "Keep the bracelet. You'll need it to pay for the amputation." The Empress's Second Chance
Sutton Horsley The imperial selection, a grand affair that could secure a family' s fortune, was upon us.
But in the Thompson household, excitement was replaced by a chilling demand.
My mother, Mrs. Thompson, gripped my hands, her face a mask of strained concern.
"Sarah, you have to do this for us. For the family."
She wanted me to go to the selection in my cousin Emily' s place, "fail gracefully," and return home a nobody.
I looked at her, her words a haunting echo from a life I' d already lived.
The last time, I believed her.
I failed as instructed, but nobody ever came for me.
I spent three years as a low-ranking intern, enduring humiliation and grueling labor, clinging to the promise of my family.
When I finally scraped enough money to return, I found red lanterns and festive decorations.
My cousin, Emily, was marrying my fiancé.
My mother saw me at the gate, tattered and starved.
"What are you doing here?" she spat. "You' re an embarrassment. Go away."
The gates slammed shut, laughter from inside filling my ears as I collapsed in the snow, my life bleeding away.
Then, I woke up.
Back in my room, my mother' s voice a poisonous murmur.
"Sarah, you have to do this for us."
A bitter laugh almost escaped.
I was back, at the very moment of my ruin.
But this time, things would be different.
I pulled my hands from her grasp, a cold resolve settling in my heart.
"I will go. But I will go as Sarah Thompson. And I will not fail." Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny
Zaccaria Linn The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard.
I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes.
It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother.
It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer.
Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged.
As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality.
She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown.
My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me.
She helped me escape, or so I thought.
She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor.
The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim.
They closed in, their rage contorting their faces.
Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time.
But death was not the end.
Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise.
The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart.
They had taken everything.
Then, I woke up.
Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again.
It was my birthday, the day it all started.
This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me.
This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany.
I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart.
This time, I would not be the victim. Justice for the Vance Heiress
Tango I woke up on my wedding day, the morning sun streaming into my opulent Charleston bedroom.
But the taste of asphalt and blood was still in my mouth, memories of screeching tires and a crushing impact vivid in my mind.
My stepfather' s perfect plan: a staged hit-and-run, his neat solution to inherit my mother' s fortune.
Because I had died.
Now I was back, alive, staring at the date-my wedding day, the day he had me killed.
A wave of phantom pain, of broken bones and crushed hope, washed over me.
Then I saw her: my stepsister, Brielle, in my custom wedding dress, admiring herself in the mirror.
The sight was a physical blow, a reminder of the humiliation and betrayal I endured in my first life as they drugged me and locked me away.
He walked in, Senator Richard Thorne, playing the concerned father, but his eyes were cold and full of the disappointment I' d known my whole life.
He gaslighted me, painting me as hysterical, just as he did before, controlling everything.
"Your mother is gone," he hissed, "And I control you. Don\'t you ever forget that."
I was trapped, again, the crushing weight of powerlessness threatening to suffocate me.
Rage, so profound it burned, replaced the despair.
Why did I have to relive this nightmare, this perfect setup for my destruction?
But something was different this time.
The naive girl died on that dark road; I was what was left.
If he wanted to control the Vance family, there would be no Vance family left to control, not the way he expected.
I found my mother' s hidden failsafe: an encrypted flash drive, her "in case of Richard" file.
It held years of meticulous corruption, a dossier so damning it would send him to federal prison for life.
With a grim smile and a single click of the send button, I launched the nuclear option, sending it to the FBI, SEC, and every major news outlet.
The game had changed, and they didn' t even know they were playing. Frozen Heart, New Start
Diversion The last thing I remembered was freezing to death in my garage, alone.
My fiancée, Jenny, had taken all our savings, not for us, but for her lover Mark Todd's son, Leo.
She didn't even seem sad when she found me, just annoyed my death inconveniently interrupted Leo's birthday plans.
I gasped, my eyes flying open to a warm morning sun in my own bed.
The date on my phone was a full year before my demise.
A second chance.
My old auto shop teacher called, offering a full scholarship to an automotive engineering program in California.
In my first life, I turned him down, sacrificing my dreams to stay with Jenny in our small Ohio town.
But this time, a cold, hard resolve filled me.
"I'll take it," I said, my voice firm and clear, my heart an ice block.
Just then, Jenny walked in, laughing with Mark and Leo, acting like they owned my house.
Leo, the spoiled kid, demanded I make him mac and cheese, and Jenny instantly defended him, whispering, "He's just a kid! Don't be so petty."
I watched her doting on them, making them dinner with practiced ease, completely ignoring me and my own cold meal.
Why did I let her walk all over me, drain my bank account, and destroy my future?
This time, I felt nothing but a powerful decision.
I was already gone. They just didn't know it yet. Reborn to Claim My Harbinger
Emma I was Sarah, my powerful Aura marking me as the next Harbinger's mother, a sacred role in our Havenwood Commune.
But my first life ended in the cruelest betrayal.
Now, reborn to relive that very day, High Elder Josiah, his gaze seething with reborn malice, declared my Aura "tainted" before the entire commune.
He brazenly chose my jealous sister, Eleanor, instead, cementing her false claim as our future' s mother.
The humiliation was a raw, burning brand.
They paraded Eleanor, pure and radiant, while I was publicly cast aside, forced into a "humble" bonding with a groundskeeper, and secretly cursed with a barren charm by Josiah.
Eleanor, wearing my own face through dark magic, mocked me as she performed sacred rituals with Josiah, reveling in her stolen power.
Then, in a vicious final act, she shoved me into the dreaded Whispering Chasm, a deep abyss rumored to hold restless spirits.
As I plunged into the darkness, the bitter truth echoed: my first daughter, Abigail, dismissed as "blighted," was the true Harbinger; my rightful son, Daniel, stolen and presented as Eleanor' s own "blessed" child.
My death in the first life, Josiah' s perverse obsession, Eleanor' s venomous jealousy – why was this nightmare repeating?
How could I, the true vessel, be so utterly condemned again?
But just as oblivion beckoned, I landed.
My quiet groundskeeper, Liam – mocked by all for my 'lowly' choice – was there, unharmed.
He revealed himself as a powerful Seed Guardian, protector of the Harbinger line.
The dreaded Shadowcat, whispered to be a monster, was the Harbinger' s dormant form.
And with a single touch, he shattered Josiah' s cruel barren charm.
This wasn't oblivion.
This was my second chance.
And this time, I would fight. His Downfall, Her Design
CHRISTINE ROBINSON Fresh from a C-section, my baby girl Lily safe in the nursery, I awaited my husband, Mark. He was the celebrated CEO of Innovatech, our startup, built on my algorithms, his stage presence.
But his arrival brought no warmth, no questions about Lily. Instead, he presented divorce papers, flatly stating his intern, Chloe, was pregnant, and he needed to protect them.
The words stung deeper than surgical pain, awakening a past life memory: refusing, then dying with Lily in a "car accident" Mark orchestrated. This time, I signed. Yet, the nightmare escalated: Chloe grabbed fragile Lily, taunting me by an open window. Mark, believing her lies, had me, bleeding, dragged from the hospital. Days later, seeking my belongings, he smashed a mirror over my head, abandoning me on our doorstep.
The raw betrayal, his calculated erasure of my contributions-my intellect, my love, years poured into our company-returned only with cruelty. How could he be so utterly monstrous, so blind?
But this was my second chance. My precious Lily was alive, needing me. Fueled by that agonizing past and his brutal abandonment, a cold, new resolve set in. I wouldn't just survive; his spectacular downfall would be my meticulous design. Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Lian Shuang Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her… …and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge. But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? Watching My Family Burn
Shi Liu I woke up floating.
Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare.
My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up."
My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene.
Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise.
Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home.
What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten.
Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley.
My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily?
The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream.
Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River.
But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths.
My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin. 
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