action

Author: |Status: Completed

In her previous life, Stella Sterling struggled bitterly in the apocalypse for seven years. When she opened her eyes again, she was back one month before the apocalypse, being cornered and beaten up by people hired by her adopted sister. Given a second chance, how could she still let others beat and curse her? You want my life? Heh heh, you'll have to pay with your own life first! Rolling up her sleeves, she charged forward, grabbing a club and smashing it at them. Of course, the most important thing was still to hoard supplies. No money, what to do? Win the lottery, sell jewelry, sell, sell, sell everything useless, and then buy, buy, buy. If that's still not enough, it's time for some “zero-dollar shopping.” In this life, she wouldn't have an empty dimensional space with no supplies; she wanted to be the wealthiest person in the apocalypse, and the most ferocious blade! What, those thugs still want to sue her? It's the apocalypse, so I'm going to be lawless, so what!!! Everyone said the young lady of the Sterling Family had gone mad overnight, selling off gifts from her elders to frantically amass wealth, disrespecting her elders, and becoming despised by all. Stella Sterling laughed loudly, “That's right, I'm mad. I don't just want to be despised by all, I want to be feared by all!”

Author: |Status: Completed

“Strip.” The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

Author: |Status: Completed

Dale Han was humanity’s final hope—and its final failure. In a world scorched by war and haunted by the Demon God's shadow, Dale reached the legendary Primordial Flame… only to lose everything. But the flame did not consume him. It gave him a second chance. Now seventeen again and back at the bottom of Reynald Hero Academy, Dale is no longer the weakest cadet mocked for his meager mana. Armed with future knowledge, refined swordsmanship, and a terrifying secret—his mana grows every time he dies—Dale is determined to rise. But nothing is simple. His once-beloved Saintess doesn’t remember him. His future allies see a stranger. And within him burns a fire that defies the gods and could unmake the world itself. Can he reshape fate without losing himself in the flame? From disgrace to legend, from death to destiny—this is the story of a fallen hero who refused to fade, and the inferno he leaves in his wake.

Author: |Status: Completed

My father is the Sheng’an Magistrate, holding the third rank of officialdom. My family’s matriarch is a member of the Cui Clan, one of the Five Prestigious Families of the capital—nobility among nobility. Their son is even more remarkable: elegant and talented, with the bearing of dragons and phoenixes. Before even turning fifteen, he passed the provincial examination to become a juren. Every aristocratic family in the capital competed to betroth their legitimate daughters to him. His boring life has nothing left but endless wealth and honor stretching as far as the eye can see. That’s my younger brother. As for me, my current mission is only one thing—not getting beaten to death by my father. My name is Song Shi’an. When one’s illness has penetrated to the heart and diaphragm, when can there be peace? — T/N: The final line is a wordplay on the protagonist’s name 时安 (Shí’ān), which means “when [can there be] peace.” The full phrase 病入心膂何时安 references a medical idiom about illness penetrating deep into vital organs (heart and diaphragm), asking rhetorically “when can there be peace?”

Author: |Status: Completed

If heaven stands against me, I shall tear the heavens apart. If fate binds me, I shall shatter destiny itself. Long Tian, the man once feared across the world as the Fox King, leader of the strongest mercenary group alive, has returned to China after years of bloodshed on distant battlefields. But the moment he returns, he is forced into an arranged marriage decided long ago by his grandfather. His fiancée? The cold and untouchable queen of the business world, a woman standing at the peak of a billion-dollar empire. To her, Long Tian is nothing more than a worthless man with no achievements, someone unworthy of even standing beside her. Thus, a six-month marriage contract is signed. Two strangers bound by duty. One cold and proud. One calm and unfathomable. Yet beneath Long Tian’s ordinary appearance lies a man who can heal the dying with a single needle, uncover lost ancient knowledge, and shake the hidden powers of the modern world. Divine doctor. Hidden master. A man who walks between ancient secrets and the modern world. As powerful families, hidden martial clans, and unknown enemies begin to appear, the quiet life he planned slowly turns into a storm. But the biggest question remains— When the six months end… Who will fall first? The cold CEO wife… or the mysterious husband she once looked down upon? Discord Link: .gg/82pwzvRhQ5

Author: |Status: Completed

Alaric thought surviving monsters was the hardest part of his life. He was wrong. Because now, the most dangerous creature he has ever hunted… is sleeping on his couch. After a disastrous encounter with an ancient vampire, Alaric expects death. Instead, he wakes up to find himself dragged into an impossible situation: sharing an apartment with Vladira, the terrifying Vampire Queen whose name once made entire kingdoms tremble. She is powerful. Possessive. And completely uninterested in leaving. To the outside world, they are just two ordinary roommates. But behind closed doors, Alaric lives under the same roof as a monster who once ruled armies, slaughtered hunters, and claimed entire cities as her territory. And worse… She has decided that he belongs to her. As supernatural enemies begin closing in and old legends rise from the shadows, Alaric must survive deadly threats, vampire politics, and the terrifying reality of living with a queen who protects what she claims with ruthless devotion. One wrong move could cost him his life. One soft moment could cost him his heart. After all… What happens when the strongest vampire in history decides you are hers?

Author: |Status: Completed

Dean Faust was many things. A disgraced MMA fighter. A lifelong orphan. A man who somehow managed to die slipping on his dog's pee. Imagine dying to Pee-kun. Not exactly the origin story of legends. But when he wakes up in the body of Dean Gray, the only son of a declining blacksmith family. He finds himself in a world where humanity is forced into a single fortress city, surrounded by monsters that want them dead. At this point, legends don't really care about your origin story. In this world, your familiar is everything. Your summon determines your rank, your worth and your future. So when Dean's third and final summoning attempt produces a small rainbow slime that freezes every assessment device in the room, nobody knows whether to laugh or run. The WSA sends an evaluation notice within hours and then everyone knows not to laugh. Because whatever this slime is, the world has no classification for it. No rank nor ability scan. Just one word from a system that only Dean can see. Paradox. Now Dean has to navigate a world he barely understands, a family he never knew he needed, and every major faction in the Fortress City quietly deciding what to do about a blacksmith's son with an unclassifiable familiar and his incredible growth through a system that rewards him for simply choosing to survive. The slime can copy, evolve, adapt and permanently absorb any ability it encounters. The world has no idea what that means yet. Neither does Dean. But they're all about to find out.

Author: |Status: Completed

"Wha—" "You're pregnant!" She squealed, "Ah, young love. Don't worry. I will be with you every step of the way-" Adeline tuned her out and was focusing on the pamphlets that were kept on the other side of the room. Those that had the options of pregnancies. She wanted those, she wanted to know what other options did she have. "Can I have those?" she pointed to the papers and the doctor looked at them frowning. The doctor glanced at them and disapproval crossed her face. "Why? You don't need them." She was a wolf. Adeline realised. Shit. "Um," Adeline got up from the bed but the doctor stood in the way. "I need to . . go . . " The doctor gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Honey, you are in no state to leave but don't worry I will let your mate know and he will come here to pick you up." Shit. Shit. Shit. If he knew then her chances were slim. "No need for that!" They both turned to the door and Noah stood there, her protector as he claimed. "I am here to pick her up." He grinned and his eyes narrowed, compelling the woman. "Let's go." He turned to Adeline who ran along as the woman stood frozen. They walked out of the room and she palmed her belly. There was a life inside and now she had to choose. The child or her? But that is not all. Throw in human sacrifices, vampires, siren, voodoo aunts and of course, every supernatural myth coming true. Who was really going to protect her?

Author: |Status: Completed

Kai Soren was twenty three years old, a dedicated NovelFire reader, and completely ordinary in every way that mattered. He spent his nights reading, his days working a job he did not care about, and his free hours finishing stories that other people gave up on. He died quietly, alone, and without warning. He woke up as Caelum Dravenmoor. Caelum was the Duke's son who started as a compelling side character and ended as the story's primary villain. Intelligent, possessive, and ultimately tragic. A boy who loved the wrong way and paid for it with everything.

Author: |Status: Completed

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her.

Author: |Status: Completed

Waking up in the world of The Boys is a one way ticket to becoming a statistic. Fortunately, my new life came with a silver spoon so big it's practically a shovel, and a bank account to match. Better still, I have a strange ability. Whenever a Supe's career comes to a... permanent end, I get to keep a little souvenir of their power. In a world where the number one hero is a ticking time bomb, there's only one logical path to survival. My goal? To quietly climb the food chain and become a big enough problem that even Homelander has to watch his back. What to Expect: - A weak to strong MC - Brutal fights and a lot of violence - No harem, single female lead only - A talkative and sometimes annoying system - Plundering superpowers and optimizing them into stronger versions Schedule: Monday, Wednesday and Friday (one chapter daily). Also check out my other works: - Marvel Under the Gray Fog - Villain: I am the Protagonist's Goldfinger - Marvel: Reality Bender and the Scarlet Witch

Author: |Status: Completed

Warning! The game is about to descend—humankind, prepare yourselves! Reborn into this life, you still hadn’t recovered from the excruciating pain of having your heart ripped out, when you heard that alarm. “Using me as a sacrifice?” This time, I will make you traitors pay every drop of blood you owe! [Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have bound the Supreme Modification System!] [Congratulations, Host! Initial reward acquired: One system point per second!] [System points can be used to modify any in-game stats!] One hour later… [Host modifies wallet: 0 gold coins → 1,000 gold coins!] [Host modifies newbie dagger damage: 10 → 999!] [Host modifies critical rate 20%, critical damage 50% → Critical rate 100%, Critical damage 150%!] Nice. This time, I’ll show you exactly what a human-shaped calamity looks like! One year later… [Host modifies Slave God Contract: Bound Main Gods 10 → 999!] [Host modifies owned nation territory: 100,000 km² → 100,000,000 km²!] [Host modifies enemy faction disaster countdown: 2 years → 1 day!]

Author: |Status: Completed

Warning! The game is about to descend—humankind, prepare yourselves! Reborn into this life, you still hadn’t recovered from the excruciating pain of having your heart ripped out, when you heard that alarm. “Using me as a sacrifice?” This time, I will make you traitors pay every drop of blood you owe! [Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have bound the Supreme Modification System!] [Congratulations, Host! Initial reward acquired: One system point per second!] [System points can be used to modify any in-game stats!] One hour later… [Host modifies wallet: 0 gold coins → 1,000 gold coins!] [Host modifies newbie dagger damage: 10 → 999!] [Host modifies critical rate 20%, critical damage 50% → Critical rate 100%, Critical damage 150%!] Nice. This time, I’ll show you exactly what a human-shaped calamity looks like! One year later… [Host modifies Slave God Contract: Bound Main Gods 10 → 999!] [Host modifies owned nation territory: 100,000 km² → 100,000,000 km²!] [Host modifies enemy faction disaster countdown: 2 years → 1 day!]

Author: |Status: Completed

Lin Qi transmigrates into a game and becomes the illegitimate son of a noble house. To grow stronger in this world, he begins lurking around the game’s protagonists, stealing the spotlight whenever he can. But after the game’s official launch, things start to go just a little off course... Elaina: “We’re the best partners.” Marina: “If you can’t pay me back, you can always repay me with yourself~” Viola: “Everything in my life belongs to Big Brother now.” Lin Qi: “To live or to die? That truly is a good question.”

Author: |Status: Completed

Rule number one of transmigration: Never let your overly attached girlfriends handle your resurrection. Five centuries ago, Emperor Zen Arclight tried to sacrifice his life to save the realm. But his five lovers had a different plan. They interfered with the ritual, shattered his soul to keep his essence alive, and accidentally ascended into immortal, grief-crazed Goddesses. They’ve spent the last 500 years building a hyper-advanced magi-tech dystopia while waiting for his return. Now, Zen has finally woken up, but not as a conqueror. He’s stuck in the body of a “Low F-Rank” academy loser with a shattered mana core, an empty bank account, but with a [Probability System] that helps him calculate his chances of survival. To fix his core and reclaim his power, Zen has to pull off the ultimate heist against the five most dangerous women in existence. By night, he is the anonymous streamer, Ghost Scrapper, broadcasting his dungeon runs to an audience that challenges and reward him, using his ancient knowledge and Probability System. By day, he plays the pathetic weakling, desperately hiding his true identity while plotting to steal his soul fragments back from their divine vaults without triggering their 500-year-old obsession. Because if these yandere goddesses connect the dots between the fragile student, the trending streamer, and their dead Emperor, they won’t just “protect” him. They will drag him into a golden cage, throw away the key, and ensure he never leaves them again. [SYSTEM WARNING: 'THE SPYMASTER' HAS GIFTED YOU 1,000,000 MANA CREDITS.] [ATTACHED MESSAGE: “You fight just like him. I am coming to find you.”] Clearing the world's deadliest dungeons is child's play. Surviving his yandere lovers? That's going to require the performance of a lifetime.

Author: |Status: Completed

[Warning: R18+ contents are to be expected!] Roman Rings was just another guy trying to give himself a fighting chance. Entering the Badlands, the merciless realm where monsters rule and legends are born, was every youngster’s dream. But only a small fraction were ever chosen. Roman happened not to seem like he was one of them. Strength? Low. Physique? Mediocre. Academy Grades? Average. Financial Status? Broke ass. A nobody among nobodies. At a point, Roman had already given up on ever standing among the chosen. Until the impossible happened. [Infinite Dominion System Activated!] [Congratulations. You have awakened the X Rank Talent: Soulmancy.] [Every living organism you slay shall belong to you.] [You have obtained the Title: Monarch of the Fallen.] [All slain beings have a 10000% chance of becoming your eternal servants.] [Additional Function Unlocked: You have received a Legendary Blessing. Therefore, you may perform every Profession in existence with 100% mastery.] In a single moment, the most overlooked man became something the world had never seen before. An anomaly. And just when Roman thought his life couldn’t get any crazier… His long-awaited invitation arrived. Welcome to the Badlands. For every 300+ Power Stones in a week, there will be a mass release! For every 100 Golden Tickets in a month, there will be a massive mass release! Your supports are appreciated. Your supports are legendary!