Magic System

I transmigrated into the role of a gorgeous villainess, tasked with tormenting my childhood buddies. I forced Maddox, Mr. Tough Guy, into putting on a sexy dress, essentially killing his chances of a social life. I grabbed the bottom of the ever-aloof Zane and made him red in the face. I kicked Damian, the crybaby, into the ground, and all he could do was glare at me through his tearful eyes. My aggressive antics only fueled their resentment. “One of these days, I’ll get you.” I winked at them without a care. “I’ll be waiting.” The day they crossed paths with the female lead would be the day I left this world. Their revenge didn’t scare me one bit. Little did I know, the time would come when I would be proven wrong. While I scrambled to get away in tears, he said softly, “Save your strength. The night is still young.”

After twenty-five years of trying to win over Gus Harding, I failed and died by his hand. But he didn't know that. He kept threatening, demanding I show myself immediately. The real heiress slapped him hard. "Genevieve is dead, and you didn't even care enough to see her one last time." Gus scoffed, claiming it was just another one of my tricks. Only when he saw my cold, lifeless body did he finally understand. I was gone for good. And this time, it drove him mad.

Arianna had not planned on using magic to summon anything, she just wanted to get out of an arranged marriage. She was told of the ancient magic of summoning a guardian but instead she had summoned a demon—the demon king himself. But what would he ask in return for his loyalty to this princess?

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?

I opened my eyes to a dark, windowless room. Overhead, a voice crackled from the speakers. “Welcome to The Judgment Room. Each player will state the crime they committed. Do not lie. After all six of you speak, you will vote. The one with the most votes will be eliminated. “The game starts now.” In this deadly game, whose sins weighed the least?

Chiara Ravensworth is a witch—half Magickal, half Mundane. Her mother, a covert agent for the Council of Magickal Elders, lives in the shadows, while Chiara stays with her father in the ordinary world. Divorced but still in love, her parents’ strange balance mirrors Chiara’s own: caught between two realms, searching for where she truly belongs. Gideon Swan has no memory of his Magickal bloodline. Orphaned, bullied, and fiercely intelligent, he carved out a life in the mundane world posing as a ‘psychic.’ Now filthy rich and famously reclusive, Gideon is haunted by vivid dreams of a woman he’s never met—and by the violent, uncontrolled powers that surge within him, erupting in natural disasters. He hides from the world to protect it. Until Chiara appears at his door on a storm-torn evening—and something within him quiets for the first time. She’s the woman from his dreams. Bound by an ancient, rare bond—twin flames—their connection is both a gift and a curse. Together, they could become the greatest force for good the world has ever seen… or, as twin flames in history did, they destroy each other in the fire of their own making. While in the shadows, something dark and patient waits. It needs only one thing to rise: their union, so it could harness that flame for itself.

The ancient Mother Dragon Neyalha used her magic to help bring life to the world of Edon. Neyalha and her mate Gheyaral then gave birth to a pair of Dragons named Nayara and Ghaeron, and they were tasked as Guardians and advisors to the benevolent rulers of the realm. The people of Edon created two forces to preserve the good: The Black Knights, and the Sorceresses. Together they protected the realm against threats physical and mystical. Despite the Guardians’ efforts, Dark Magic and its practitioners began to rise. The Guardians knew that conflict was inevitable. But they believed there was hope yet for humanity; individuals of rare talent. Randey Edal, son of renowned Black Knights, was one such individual. Keyla Soril, a friend of Randey’s since childhood, was also singled out for her emerging skills as a Sorceress. But can they together help to defeat the forces of Dark Magic?

Shi Tian's soul traveled to the fantasy world and occupied the body of a young body. A world filled of monsters, demons and super strong human, the danger was lurking everywhere. He awakened the sign-in system, and signed in every day and get rewards. He thought he would become an invincible master relying on system while enjoying his easy life, but fate didn't allow it, one after another problems started to appear disturbing his leisure life. ------------------------ Join Discord Server discord.gg/pZVsJWS ------------------------ Release Schedule: 8-12 chapters per week. ------------------------ DISCLAIMER: English isn't my native language, there's bound to be some errors here and there. The cover Is not mine.

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.