Official Career Storm - Chapter 851

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end.When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul.The naïve Arabella evolved.***“Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child.Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son.She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child.For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay.Until finally… he fell to ruin!With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms.But fate wasn’t done playing with her.All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding.Was it a curse or a blessing?It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do.“I will ruin you in this lifetime too!”This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn.But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth.Who was wrong and who was right?Only time will tell.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.