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Seraphina's Revenge: A Rebirth In The Apocalypse Novel

Zombie Apocalypse? Been there, done that. Got the mutation inside of her to prove it. Seraphina made a wish, a chance to die human and be reborn a year before the world ended. She thought that if she could just go back to the life she had before, to the body she had before, then everything would be fine. That was what she was promised when the lab burned down. That was what she was expecting. But wishes never go the way you wanted them to. Instead of having a seed inside of her to keep her safe, Sera brought back the creature that had been trying to take over her body. And it was stronger than ever before. When the apocalypse came this time around, it wasn't the zombies she had to worry about. Blizzards, a new ice age, shifting temperatures, and a summer from hell were all become part of the course for the inhabitants of Country N. But when she tried to help a friend, secrets that should never have been exposed come to the surface. She told them that she was just lucky. That it really wasn't as heavy as it appeared, that it really wasn't as far as it appeared, that she really wasn't as purple as she appeared, she lied. Betrayed and taken back to live in a cage and be experimented on, Sera isn't going to forgive or forget the betrayal that she had experienced. And when an old friend from a past life shows up, ready to spill everything so that a new human race can emerge from the ashes.... well, Sera just isn't having it. She didn't survive what they did to her in Country M, but this time, she wasn't in it alone. More than willing to take on the government, the survivors, the zombies, and the elements, Sera will carve out her own place in the world. A world that she was never supposed to survive. Details: RH (No MM) Military Betrayal Zombies And a hybrid that never should have been reborn Other Books: Apocalypse Series: Rebirth In The Apocalyse: Third Time's A Charm Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel Star's Universe: Star's Ships Part Of Your World Stand Alone: Dancing With Monsters The Witch In The Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis
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[Romance] Lord Black Dragon Still Hasn't Hatched Today

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 12.2k Views

Win, and I’ll tame the witch. Lose, and I’ll become one myself

[Undead Synthesis | Entry Fusion | Ruthless | Witch Transformation | Slight Yuri Undertone] This world is insane. Gods who’ve lost themselves. Witches who’ve stolen divinity. A Church that publicly worships gods — yet secretly covets their power. Nobles who appear honorable — yet devour people whole behind closed doors. If one were to summarize the entire continent’s history in a single phrase, it would be: “The weak are prey, and profit rules all.” Earthling Hemu reincarnated into such a rotten world — as a minor lord despised by all nobles. Assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, false accusations, rebellions — there’s no “most devious,” only “more devious.” Fortunately, the Transmigrator Administration Bureau hadn’t forgotten to hand out cheats: the ability to plunder others’ entries, fuse entries into stronger ones, and raise an invincible army of the undead. Since the ruling class refused to play fair, she decided to flip the entire board instead. “Assassinate me? Fine — I’ll slaughter your whole family.” “Frame me? Then don’t blame me for framing you back.” “Rebel against me? Too bad — I already control your soldiers.” Manipulating souls, rewriting minds, constructing a Soul Network and building an Underworld in another realm, using alchemy to forge titanic giants, modifying bloodlines to create the ultimate race — and when technology wasn’t enough, she’d simply fuse entries to break all limits. Step by step, she ascended the path to godhood. Yet, who could have foreseen — that the world’s calamity, the ruler of death, the “Little Western Lord” of Heim, the eternally youthful Loli Reaper, the legendary Death Witch, Hel Heim — would one day come to regret most of all the moment she placed upon herself that damned [Witch] entry.
Priest_Violet · 74.3k Views