

In a world ruled by magic, one boy was born with none. Branded a worthless outcast, a sudden twist of fate leads Noah to summon Valhalla—a mythical sanctuary long lost to the magical realm. Now, the Frost Queen, the Paladin of Light, and the once-omnipotent ancient spirits of legend bow to his every command. While the entire world scrambles to unearth the enigmatic ""Lord of Valhalla"", no one suspects that this supreme overlord is the very boy they despise. True power can be hidden, but never forever. Will Noah inherit the legacy of these ancient legends, or will he be the one to bring their era to a devastating end?
![[ENG DUB] The Bell of Retribution](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Betrayed by her lover Caleb Lynch and losing both her life and child, the Exorcist Goddess Eliza Aston returns to the day her tragedy began—armed with a thousand years of divine power and vengeance. This time, she lets Caleb’s son drown, making him taste the despair she once felt. But when Caleb and his first love Winnie Stern also return with their memories, a deadly game of revenge and fate begins as they plot to steal her bronze bell.

Six months ago, I was accidentally poisoned by wolfsbane. The poison is deadly, and my days are numbered. My body gradually weakens. Today, my wolf is completely gone, and I have three days left to live. On the last day before I draw my final breath, I agree to donate my kidney to my sister. Thrilled, my mate swears that he'll make it up to me someday. My sister is being swamped with insults on the college forum after she was caught plagiarizing my Belladonna thesis. But I come forward and claim that I'm the one who plagiarized it. Mom and Dad are pleased, saying I've finally become mature. At last, I've become the perfect mate and daughter in their eyes. But why are they crying after my body has turned cold and lifeless?

James Grant was kidnapped when he was a kid and stayed ten years in the orphanage. When he finally found his family, his family made him take the blame for illegally running a casino, instead of his adopted brother, Yale. During the days in jail, James met the Card King, Jack Warren. Jack taught James all his gambling skills and asked James to use these skills against gambling. After getting out of jail, James decided to take revenge and protect his friends from the orphanage.

Betrayed by her lover Caleb Lynch and losing both her life and child, the Exorcist Goddess Eliza Aston returns to the day her tragedy began—armed with a thousand years of divine power and vengeance. This time, she lets Caleb’s son drown, making him taste the despair she once felt. But when Caleb and his first love Winnie Stern also return with their memories, a deadly game of revenge and fate begins as they plot to steal her bronze bell.

Urban security officer Alex Han is beaten to death by vampires. His father's lingering soul uses the Sun Seal to send him back to 1650, where he becomes a legendary demon hunter. Armed with future knowledge—repeating crossbows, gliders, financial futures—he slaughters the blood demons. He rescues his sacrificed aunt, snaps Dracula's neck, and pierces the thousand-year-old Vampire Lord's skull with three silver bolts. But victory comes at a price: all vampiric hunger floods into him, the golden seal transforms into a silver moon emblem, and an ancient "Night King" awakens in the East. The Empire's emperor is revealed as the Vampire Lord's vessel. Alex leads an army of half-bloods to storm the capital and personally breaks the emperor's neck. In the final battle, he uses the silver key to lock the Night King—a giant of pure fear—back into darkness. The curse shatters. Humans and vampires stand together in the sunlight. Selena rides east, saying, "When you return to your own time, I will be there waiting for you."

When the apocalypse arrives and Rosie Dixon is moments from death, a figure cuts through the horde with terrifying precision. The Zombie King's crimson eyes find only her: come with me. It takes her a beat to realize the most powerful undead creature in existence is Henry Miller, the boy who has quietly loved her for years. The horrors don't stop there. At the Miller family villa, his elegantly undead parents offer her raw meat and call her daughter-in-law with impeccable manners. Then her academic advisor calls with the real news: the cure requires the Zombie King's genetic material. Have a baby. Save the world. Rosie looks at Henry—cuddly and clingy by day, lethal and devoted by night—and opens a dating tutorial. First: win his heart. Then: handle the apocalypse.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband before all of Olympus. Everyone thought I would choose Apollo Olympion, the radiant heir of the sun god and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he gained Zeus’s favor, sacred estates, and the right to rise above every divine heir. But after our marriage, he gave his sunlight to Celeste, the dying flower nymph my mother had taken in. When Demeter drove her away, Apollo blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He humiliated me, broke me, and finally let my sacred medicine become slow poison. I died carrying his child, on the night the spring inside me withered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I let them have each other. So before Zeus and every god in the Golden Hall, I chose Cassian Hadeion, the last blood of Hades. The cursed underworld prince everyone mocked. Apollo sneered. “Choosing him just to make me jealous?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, Cassian was the only one who avenged me. Then Apollo stepped closer and whispered, “Funny. That wasn’t who you chose last time.”

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.