

Tyrese Mayer is a prodigy of Blueland until his own cousin Jody Hodson covets his kirin Bone and conspires to have him stripped and thrown into the Beastgrave. At the bottom, nearly dead, he finds a dying black beast and seals an ancient blood bond with it. The beast is a Voracity cub, a primordial devourer from myth, capable of consuming anything and converting it into power it feeds back to Tyrese. They survive the tomb by eating everything sent to kill them: demon beasts, pursuers, whatever comes. Tyrese rebuilds his body, awakens abilities he wasn’t born with, and the cub he names Baemon grows stronger with every meal. When he walks back out, it isn’t to flee. It’s to settle every account, dismantle every lie, and let the sect learn exactly what they threw away.

For a thousand years, the Twin Serpents of Willowell Monastery on Mount Aetheron have guarded the sacred grounds—until a treacherous abbot strikes. Kane Black dies, his Aurum Core is stolen, and Ivy White,enraged, unleashes floods and the dead to avenge the monastery. With the spider fiend’s schemes surfacing and the monastery itself at risk, she must choose between vengeance and protection as Mount Aetheron’s fate hangs in the balance.

Kidnapped and brutally dismembered, Nora's ghost returns home to find her police-parents doting on their adopted daughter. But karma hits hard when they're called to autopsy a mutilated corpse. The horrifying truth shatters them: it’s Nora—their neglected biological daughter. Their agonizing regret comes far too late.

I've gotten reborn into a mecha. Furthermore, I'm the type with just a metallic shell without an actual body piloting it.But I still manage to secretly help my pilot many times with my powerful battle intent so that we can save the world, which has gotten infiltrated by monsters.I'm supposed to be hailed as a hero, but instead, I'm used as a trashed mecha that's meant to serve as a practice mecha for newbie pilots. This is all thanks to the fact that I've gotten my core damaged during my last battle with a monster, which has caused my functionality to drop rapidly.But just as I'm thinking that I should spend the remainder of my years in peace, little do I know that it's only the start of my nightmare. After all, my latest pilot is a teenage girl with a violent side to her. She doesn't take my personality into consideration in training, which often causes my gun barrels to overheat.

Joanne Yates, the badass female Chief Instructor of the Navy SEALs, was betrayed and murdered in a classified nuclear trap engineered by her clout-chasing ex-boyfriend, Brandon. But death couldn't hold her. She wakes up reborn in a dark, abusive terrorist bunker, trapped inside the frail body of a 14-year-old angelic girl. An innocent face, but a bloodthirsty war god's soul! With pure muscle memory and tactical supremacy, she silent-kills her captors, pulling off impossible blind shots that leave Brandon's reinforcement unit trembling in shock. From the ashes of the Middle East to the corrupt elite circles of North America, she adopts a new identity, secures the ultimate protection of an Alpha warlord family, and signs a dangerous pact with a seductive arms billionaire. Watch her crush her toxic ex's dignity and ignite a tactical nuclear strike against the Deep State itself!

After the great war between humans and beasts, both sides agreed to let the half-beasts govern the world. Every hundred years, a union between humans and beasts would be arranged. The first half-beast child of the generation would be the next ruler of the Human-Beast Alliance. In my past life, I chose to marry the eldest son of the wolf clan, renowned for his unwavering devotion. I was the first to bear him a child—a rare half-beast white wolf. Our son was named the next ruler of the Human-Beast Alliance, and my husband, by extension, rose to immense power. My younger sister, who had chosen to marry into the fox clan out of vain admiration for their beauty, was not so fortunate. The fox clan's heir, a notorious philanderer, eventually contracted a disease and lost his ability to father children. Jealous and resentful, my sister set a fire that burned both me and my young white wolf son alive. When I opened my eyes again, it was the very day of the human-beast mating ceremony. This time, my sister was quicker—she climbed into the wolf clan heir Jacob's bed before I had the chance. I knew then: she had been reborn too. But what she didn't know… was that Jacob's nature was cruel and violent. He worshiped bloodshed, not love. And he was anything but a worthy mate.

After my fox shifter scratched me again, I went to the hospital alone. The nurse looked at the gash running from my wrist to my forearm. "That is going to scar. Did your shifter even go through socialization training?" I smiled. "He did. He was top of his class." My phone lit up. Lucian rarely messaged me, but today he did. [I barely touched you. Was the hospital really necessary?] [I have plans tonight. When are you coming back? I need you to press my shirt.] [Also, can you do something about the laundry smell? It is embarrassing.] [I do not even want to tell people you are my sponsor.] I stared at the screen for a moment. So that was how he saw me. Then I walked down the street to the shelter: "I would like to exchange my shifter." The worker opened my file, and her face went pale. Lucian had always believed I was a broke, ordinary sponsor who was lucky to have him. He did not know I was the only heir to the family that built the Shifter Registry.

I spent millions supporting my fiancé Ethan and his greedy family for six years, yet they treated me like a servant. On the eve of our Maldives wedding, they downgraded my parents’ first-class tickets and gave the seats to Bianca’s family—Ethan’s first love. That was when I finally saw them for what they really were: parasitic and completely ungrateful. So at the wedding venue, I revoked every payment authorization and took up with a new shifter, Edward. When Ethan couldn’t cover the bills and called me in a rage—“The wedding’s about to start! Where the hell are you? Hurry up and pay for everything!”—I calmly told him the wedding was off. I’d already switched to a new shifter.

The alien bugs invaded, and humanity retreated to the "Ark" mobile fortress. Four years ago, hero Kevin piloted the mech "Silver Scar" to defeat the swarm, but retired after his entire squad fell. When the bugs returned, Kevin reapplied—only to show 0% compatibility. Spy Marshal Sam framed him for treason, sentenced him to death, and sent his mech to the scrapyard. As the swarm breached the gates and Kevin faced execution, "Silver Scar" self-activated, rescued him, and synced at 100%. Kevin repelled the swarm, and the whole city witnessed the war god's return.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”