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The Advent of the Soul Tree

What if you died a nobody and woke up as a tree? Dendron died a nobody. He quit jobs, avoided conflict, and spent his days doing the bare minimum. When a truck ends his unremarkable existence, he expects nothing at all. Instead, he wakes up as a tree: rooted, immobile, and monumentally alone. In a forest teeming with monsters, cultivators, and beast tribes, Dendron discovers he's been given a second chance, and a LitRPG system to go with it. He can absorb soul cores, grow spiritual fruit, and even parasitize other creatures to build a network of avatars. Soon, he builds a network of wolves, apes, and allies who see him as a mysterious merchant, a powerful tree, or even a god. But being surrounded isn't the same as being understood. He is a reincarnator in a world that doesn't know his past. A tree in a forest of beasts. A creature in a world that fears anything it can't name. And something put him here on purpose. Whatever put him here has plans for him, and they may be far more terrifying than being a tree. "A truck hit me five minutes ago, and now I'm a fucking tree?" A LitRPG cultivation fantasy about growth, loneliness, and the quiet horror of becoming something you never planned to be. If you enjoy slow-burn mysteries, hidden organizations, ancient beings, layered worldbuilding, and gradually uncovering the true nature of a world, you may find something to enjoy here. Author's note: This novel is also officially published by me on Royalroad under the username Bryrawr.

Bryrawr · Fantasy · 20 ch

BLOOD AND SHADOWS

His name is Damien Voss Callahan. Lord of the Nightfall Court — the most feared vampire clan in the immortal world. Cold. Calculating. Ruthless beyond measure. He commands armies with a glance and ends centuries-old feuds with a whisper. He has lived five hundred years without once feeling something as fragile as need. But the ancient prophecy carved into the walls of his castle speaks of a fated bond — a mortal woman who will either complete him or destroy him. He wants neither. Her name is Nora Delacroix. On paper, she is unremarkable. A freelance archivist with a secondhand coat, ink-stained fingers, and a talent for disappearing into crowds. She takes temp jobs to pay her bills, keeps no close friends, and prefers the company of old books to people. She smiles at strangers and never lets them see past it. But Nora has a secret identity — one she has guarded since the age of seventeen. A ghost name. A blade in the dark. What happens when the Lord of the Nightfall Court crosses paths with the one mortal the shadow world has been hunting for years? What will Damien do when the universe names a quiet, glasses-wearing archivist as his fated bond? And what will Nora do when her new assignment — cataloguing the private library of one Damien Voss Callahan — puts her directly inside the most dangerous court in existence?

Emily · Romance · 2 ch

Reborn as The Sect Leader's Husband

Lin Xiaoyu died smashed on a Shanghai street, phone still in hand. He wakes up in the body of a minor cultivation world side character, the sect leader's husband, three months married, and roughly one insult away from being discarded to save face. The problem: nobody actually likes this marriage. Not the sect elders, who think their leader married beneath his cultivation. Not the leader's insufferable "senior brother" and one-true-love-that-never-was, who's very publicly still around. And especially not the original Lin Xiaoyu, who apparently spent three months crying in the west courtyard instead of doing anything useful. New Xiaoyu has zero interest in crying. He has modern day pettiness, a business degree, and absolutely nothing to lose. If the sect wants a trophy husband, they're getting one who slaps faces, flips tables, and much to everyone's alarm, including his own, slowly make the terrifying, emotionally constipated Sect Leader Jiang Heng fall in love with the husband he married for political convenience.

WenSun · Yaoi · 1 ch