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Iferes: Slaves Of The Gods

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Warning: This story has been dropped. May be revisited in the future, but no promises. Iferes are creatures that roam the world. They are everywhere, and anywhere. From the deepest seas, to the highest mountains. From the heart of volcanos, to the never melting glaciers. Some are weak, some are strong. Some are calm, some are bloodthirsty. What they all have in common, is that they fight for survival. For hundreds of thousands of eras, humans and Iferes lived in a world of war and blood. Ifere against Ifere, Ifere against humans, and humans against humans. But one day, in a very distant past, the twelve Mystic Iferes, and the twelve greatest kings of humanity, joined hands to end that cruel era. Together, they created a contract. A contract that, once made, would bound the two parties, and could only be broken in death. Millions of years went by, and that period of war faded in legends. And I child was born, a child that would change everything. For bad or worse, only time would say. ----------------------------- Hello, everyone! Just a few warnings before you read the novel, so you won't be disappointed. First of all, as you can probably tell, I took more than a few ideas from pokemon and the like. It's almost impossible to write a novel where creatures (Iferes) have a major part in, and not relate it to pokemon. However, as you will see as the novel goes on, I tried (and I think I succeeded) in making a universe of my own. I am sure you will like it. Secondly, compared to pokemon, my novel is a lot darker, as you probably noticed by the synopsis. I also try to give a wild west vibe to it, if you know what I mean. Thirdly, you should check out my fanfic Broke: A Clone Wars Tale. Biased as I am towards it, I think it's a great story, and so do many of my readers. It will also give you a glance at what writing style to expect. Fourth and last, I feel like it's only fair that I tell you I am a student. As much as I love writing, my main priority will always be my studies. After all, writing is just a hobby for me, at least for now (fingers crossed). As such, there probably will be interruptions in the release schedule here and there, but, if you followed me on my other novel, you will know I rarely missed an upload, and, when I did, I always made up for it. So, with all that said, I hope you can give the novel a try, and leave a review. If you are a new reader, I hope we can have a lot of fun along the way. If you read Broke, then we already made a journey together, and I hope you will follow me on a new one. Also, you should check out my patreon, there you can get chapters in advance (although they will all be published normally after a while), and a few other benefits. I appreciate every bit of support you can give me! PS: there will be romance, but no harem or reincarnation. The MC is just someone who was born and raised on this world.
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Ghost in the palace

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.
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One Piece: Two Piece Luffy

I died. Got hit by three trucks. Apparently, some divine idiot named Kyle confused me with a mass murderer. The upside? I got to pick my reincarnation. I chose Luffy from One Piece. Not because I wanted to be a hero, but because I wanted the adventure, the freedom, and honestly? The waifus. Don't judge me. Now I'm seventeen, I'm made of rubber, and I'm sitting in a boat with a kid named Coby. I have Luffy's memories, his power, and all my own cynical, math-brain knowledge of the entire series. The goal? Become King of the Pirates. The problem? I know exactly how dangerous this world is. Admirals, Yonko, ancient weapons. I'm at the bottom of the food chain. So here's the plan. Follow the canon, mostly. Recruit Zoro, Nami, and the rest. But train smarter, unlock Haki early, and use every advantage my twenty-first-century mind can give me. I'll laugh like the original, I'll be the pervert everyone expects, but underneath the straw hat, I'm always calculating the odds. Shells Town is first. A pirate hunter, a tyrannical captain, and a deal with a desperate girl. It's a small start, but every king begins somewhere. Let's see if this mathematician can conquer the Grand Line. [Disclaimer One Piece: Two Piece Luffy is a fan-made work. The original One Piece series is the property of Eiichiro Oda, Shueisha, and Toei Animation. This story is written for personal enjoyment and is not intended to infringe on any copyrights. Look, we all know One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda, and he's a genius. I'm just a person with a keyboard and a very specific set of interests. This story is a transformative, work of fan fiction created because the voices in my head demanded it. It's full of cursing, fighting, and a protagonist with a one-track mind when it comes to treasure and women. If that's not your thing, the back button is your friend. If it is, welcome aboard.]
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Reborn as Natsu

Toshiro Hamada, a 28-year-old data entry clerk whose life was aggressively average, dies in the most absurd overkill imaginable, three trucks. He awakens in the body of Natsu Dragneel, Fire Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail, with shattered memories of the series and a terrifying new passenger: the Primal Dragon, an ancient entity whose awakening has ignited a countdown to dragonification. The only way to slow his transformation is through magical bonding, mates who anchor his humanity. But his first encounter with Lucy Heartfilia is not romance; it is compulsion, the Primal Domain overriding both their wills. Now Toshiro/Natsu must navigate a impossible path: manipulate the women he needs without losing himself, exploit his fragmentary knowledge of future catastrophes, and race against a clock only he can hear. The line between performance and genuine feeling blurs. The dragon waits. And Fairy Tail may never be the same. [Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and all associated characters, settings, and intellectual property belong to Hiro Mashima, Kodansha, and their respective owners. This is a work of fan fiction written for entertainment purposes only. No profit is made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, dark themes, psychological drama, and morally ambiguous situations. Reader discretion is advised. Some content may be triggering for some audiences. The story will be a harem. I don't want to hear complains about this later on. FUCK OFF!!]
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