Legend of the Great Saint - Chapter 1682: Heavenly Tome

Born as a lowly goblin, Leav refused to accept fate’s cruelty. Through sheer will and tactical brilliance, he clawed his way up—evolving, battling, and commanding monsters who once saw him as nothing. But power comes at a cost. As war rages and enemies lurk in shadows, Leav faces betrayal, brutal losses, and the cold truth—strength alone won’t forge a kingdom. With ancient magic resurfacing and rival factions closing in, can he rise above mere survival and claim true dominion? In a world where the strong rule and the weak perish, Leav must choose: remain a pawn or become a king.

The entire world knows that the heir of the Jiang family is smitten with Miss Lu, but Miss Lu doesn't see it that way.Lu Jing thinks Jiang Ye has too many unbearable traits and doesn't want to indulge him.One day,the heir runs to the Lu residence.“Lu Jing, when will you finally grant me a formal status?”“Lu Jing, don't accept their things, whatever you want I will give you!”“Lu Jing, you are mine, and you can only ever belong to me in this lifetime!”Lu Jing: “Scram~ Stop disturbing my sleep!”(1v1, reunion after separation, pursuing wife to the crematorium.)

When Logan and his classmates are suddenly transported to a world teetering on the brink of destruction, they find themselves thrust into a desperate battle against a relentless demon invasion. In this new realm of magic and peril, each student discovers unique powers to aid humanity's fight for survival. However, Logan's ability to tame creatures is deemed the weakest among his peers, earning him scorn and ridicule.Despite the doubts of those around him, Logan's determination never wavers. As he bonds with mystical beasts and uncovers their hidden strengths, he begins to realize that his power might be the key to turning the tide of war. With every creature he tames, Logan grows stronger, proving that true strength lies not in raw power but in the heart and courage to stand against overwhelming odds.Logan's journey is not just about battling demons; it's also a personal struggle against his own loner personality. Having always been an outsider, Logan must learn to trust and connect with others, both human and beast. His solitary nature is challenged as he forms unlikely friendships and alliances, discovering that unity and cooperation are essential in the fight for survival.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.