Wailing Preversion

Ren Tai was beautiful. Silent. Misunderstood. Born to a noble line yet discarded like filth, he lived in the shadows of the Mirror Moon Sect—unwanted, underestimated, unloved by all but one. Sarah, the sect leader’s daughter, once clung to him in secrecy. But when a young master from a powerful allied sect visited, ambition outshined affection. She stepped back. The young master stepped forward—jealous, cruel, and threatened by the silent boy she once loved. A single accusation became a death sentence. The young master crushed Ren Tai’s cultivation. Broke his bones. And with the sect’s silent consent, cast him into the Screaming Abyss—a cursed chasm where ancient wails rot the mind. But death did not come. At the abyss’s edge, an immortal soul, long sealed in the darkness to escape true death, reached for Ren Tai’s shattered body—hoping to steal his vessel and return to life. And that’s when the Crimson Cauldron awakened. A relic of legend. A hunger forged in flame. It devoured the immortal soul, saved Ren Tai, and rebuilt him—bone, blood, and beyond. As his strength returned, so did his past: a former life as a master of all sacred professions… and the cauldron that once vanished with his blood. Now, his silence is no longer submission. It is the stillness before a divine storm. He was thrown away like a corpse. Now he rises like a calamity. Would you like to turn this version into a dramatic book trailer script

——If the whole world speaks ill of you, I'll whisper sweet nothings to you from a past life. ....... Although the man in front of her made himself appear exceptionally ugly, it didn't matter because she urgently needed a loveless marriage. Who would have thought that after the marriage, she would discover that her husband seemed to be somewhat 'inconsistent'? Is it still possible to return him now? Li Yanan, an illegitimate son from the Li Family with no real power, is the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle. His unkempt and outdated appearance makes socialites avoid him as if they're afraid of attracting a toad! A toad? Ha! ....... "The picture doesn't match the product, I want a return!" Staring at the breathtakingly handsome face in front of her, Lin Zhenxin couldn't help but wail. ....... [Baby's Diary: My Home] My mom's cooking is really bad. Last night, Dad finally couldn't help but complain, "Even Oscar wouldn't eat the food you make"! Oscar is our dog. Mom got really mad and asked, "If it's so bad, how come you ate it all?" I said, "Because Dad is even worse than a dog!" Um~~ Can someone tell me what the domestic abuse hotline number is? ....... ★The first part of You Are My Sunshine series When you smile, the clouds fade and the wind calms, while my heart is in chaos. It's that time of year to start a new journey, um~ the synopsis is still not great, everyone is welcome to dive in!

In a realm of mortals, a monster stirred into existence. At the beginning, adrift in purpose, the creature resolved to guard its progenitors and the girl who came before, he intended to defend and protect all of them... his only purpose... As times unfolded, the monster adeptly concealed itself behind the visage of a mortal, humanoid in nature, he easily donned the guise, the mask of a human being. Yet, fear not, for the tale did not conclude there. A young man's agonized wail pierced the nocturnal silence, a lament for all he lost, for all he wished to protect, challenging the heavenly realms and defying the very essence of existence. In his rebellion, the world recoiled, deeming him unworthy of breath, a rejection that ushered his drowning into oblivion. Amidst the struggle for survival, an otherworldly entity took notice. "Perhaps…? Let's test the fortitude of his will!" As the youth teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a voice resonated in his mind. [Notice: Legendary Skill Reincarnation Acquired!] [Reincarnation has been activated!] ... In a cosmos where gods, devils, humans, myths, and dreams converge into reality, the monster finds rebirth. Yet, navigating this new existence proved arduous, for the world demanded a toll for every breath he took and every moment of joy in it. And such a toll… it will be paid with his life once more. Will the human-masked monster triumph… Or will he fall just like a hundred times before? Let me see an end to it, but now… will you join me, Mortal!? ----------------------------------- This novel is an extremely slow-burn one... The main story technically starts with Season 3. The first two seasons are something like a prologue to show what happened and who the MC is, so simply, if you want a faster experience, start with season 3; it won't be that much of a difference if you don't. Chapter Length: 1800-2200 words. The Mc is a kind of psychopath who wore a mask throughout his life, but I would not easily condemn him as neither good nor evil. (And before you ask. Yes, the MC is kind of a Yandere obsession type as well.) There will be a harem, but it will be much later or until I start liking another girl character. There is some dark and gore stuff, be it burning flesh, dissection, blood, extreme agony, or whatever else. I just want to say that if you don't like it, be prepared that they are not uncommon and are mostly detailed... A question that arose in me... When does someone become a monster? Where is the edge of humanity? I don't know the specifics either just yet, so let's find out together... And that's it. Have a nice read, my fellow humans. ;)

Suddenly, the door burst open, flying a meter away from its position. A figure stood at the center of the doorway, his chest heaved heavily. His sharp claws glistened in the dim light. His raven black hair was ruffled, and his eyes were silvery grey. “Master…” I muttered, a small smile curved on my lips. ‘He came at last.’ The temperature dropped as his overbearing aura crept into every corner of the room. Damon didn’t charge or growl. He just walked forward slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. But something about him felt like the calm before a storm. “Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was so calm, as if everything was alright. Then came a sharp, horrifying sound like thick fabric tearing. A blood-chilling cry followed. “STOP! PLEASE! I didn’t touch her… I was wrong… please…!” Erik wailed. But another snap came, followed by a heavy thud against the ground.  “Touch what belongs to me…” Damon murmured. His voice was low, steady, and terrifying. “…And this is what you get.” A long silence followed. Then, slow footsteps echoed. “You’re safe now,” he said. He covered my body with his jacket and carried me out. The candle behind us flickered once more, casting one last glow on Erik’s bloodied remains… before it went out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent woman she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.

"In order to survive the future great war, we must take drastic measures. We need to summon warriors and train them before time runs out." By favorable vote of an exceptional world summit composed of kings, emperors, and ancient mages, millions of earthlings reincarnated into an alien, medieval world governed by swords and magic to save its prophesied doom. Chained to their rules, slaves of their whims, they forgot about their civilised lives. Was it a curse or the last blessing from their original world? However, one reincarnation failed to follow the summoning—an anomaly born in error… or by design. Thrust into a rotting house in a ghostly body, Adam found himself bound to a wailing baby: the body he should have reincarnated into. Confused and worried by the remarks of his snarky system about his heavily damaged soul, he began his years-long quest to recover his body. Armed with his mind, he'll educate the baby, watch him turn into a good youth, and weave relationships with this world's magical natives, learning their crafts and skills. However, the moment to choose loomed: Would he suffer as a ghost until he found an alternative that might not exist, or reclaim his life at the cost of the boy’s? He was far from imagining how dangerous this world full of possibilities could be, prompting him to question everything he knew... Including himself, his sanity, and the hands that intentionally blurred this world's history. ********************************************** Discord server: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp Note: The MC is not a supporting character or hidden master. It's his story, motivated by his choices and battles, not the baby's. Please don't fall for prejudices like 'I know where this is going,' because spoiler: you definitely don't. ********************************************** What you can expect: -A living world with its own lore. -Each character has their own motivations and desires. -Moral grey story. -An MC who grows and learns little by little. -A long but epic quest. -Badass female chars later in the story. -Cultivation and magic that makes sense.

From Thief to Champion Javier Restrepo thought the heist would change everything. 400 million in cash, rare boxing memorabilia, and finally enough money to escape the streets. Instead, his crew lies dead in a burning car while police sirens wail through Brooklyn. Then the impossible happens. The explosion that should have killed him sends Javier five years into the past—back to seventeen, back to the Marcus Garvey Group Home, back to every choice that led him down the wrong path. But this time, something else comes with him: the ghost of Vicente "El Martillo" Morales, heavyweight champion murdered thirty years ago. Vicente's spectral presence offers what no living trainer can: the knowledge to transform a street thief into a boxing legend. With supernatural guidance tracking his every improvement, Javier begins climbing from amateur tournaments toward professional glory. But the boxing world harbors its own dangers. Corrupt promoters control the sport's highest levels, and some secrets are worth killing for. As Javier rises through the ranks, he must navigate a system where talent alone isn't enough—and where his criminal past might be the key to surviving boxing's deadliest truths. Second chances don't come free. And champions are forged in blood and sacrifice. Content Disclaimer: This novel contains mature themes including violence, crime, death, and the brutal realities of professional boxing. The story features supernatural elements within a gritty urban setting and explores themes of redemption, corruption, and moral ambiguity. Reader discretion is advised for scenes depicting boxing violence, criminal activity, and intense emotional content. Fiction Notice: All characters, organizations, events, and locations in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, actual events, or existing places is purely coincidental. This story is a work of imagination and should not be taken as factual representation of boxing, law enforcement, or any real-world institutions.

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*

im SO sorry for writing this guys, I hope solace embraces you after the cacophony of anguished wails you will utter. Heavily reliant on dark humor, this story is not to be taken seriously.

When love turned to tragedy and a whispered vow shattered on blood-stained rooftops, she could have let the darkness consume her. But death brought neither peace nor an escape from the betrayal that tore her world apart. Now, lingering between realms, her presence is no longer bound by the frailty of life. As a spectral force of rage and sorrow, her wailing cries pierce the night, carrying the chill of a curse that can’t be silenced. Those who hear the banshee’s call know that vengeance is near, and her killer’s days are numbered. For she is more than a ghost—she is the wrathful bride, haunting his every step, promising retribution with every mournful cry that echoes from beyond the veil.

In a world ruled by hidden societies — from Murim clans to vampire courts, techno-gods to system-blessed saints — Erwin Wail was just a forgotten man. Powerless. Meaningless. Rejected by all. But when the world fell to dungeons and corruption, and the elite rose to play gods, Erwin discovered a darker truth — one not meant for mortals. Denied the system, forged through pain, and trained by society’s outcasts, he rose not as a hero… But as a monster. The Forsaken Crown will be claimed — by blood, manipulation, and fire. Let the gods tremble.

[WPC DEC & JAN 2023-2024 [Fantasy] Entry!] [203,414 WORDS TILL NOW] INNATE CHOAS GOD series: All those who are not chaos gods are ants. Beings trying to climb the ladder shall never see the end and some shall never even know the existence of the ladder. The saints wailed knowing the truth and gods committed themselves to death. only beings born with chaos power shall ever rise to the top. Only chaos gods shall live in peace as nothing is stronger than them and they are always free. They have reached the end and are free to enjoy life. VOL 1|REPLACING SADNESS:INFINITE ENERGY GOD":(40,112 WORDS)[COMPLETED]The world was indeed new to me as I had understood about the basic outline through reading the book. I had come to this new world as a nobility with a powerful innate power. I build enough power to not be affected by worldly issues and then enjoyed life with worldly issues. It is time to enjoy life in another world. After all I am a rare, powerful and smart man. VOL 2|INFINTE REINCARNATION SAGE: ()[COMPLETED]|I, the innate being, created by the chaos god of reincarnation swear by my consciousness that I shall never ever bow down to any chaos being or chaos god. Even if I shall keep on reincarnating I shall keep on fighting for eternity. In front of the chaos god all are ants and I the ant shall stand against you. I am the infinite reincarnation sage. VOL 3|PATH OF THE TEACHER:[COMPLETED]An innate being born with the power of innate skill the path of the teacher. VOL 4| ALL INFORMATION:[COMPLETED]:Innate being with the power to know any information he wanted. He had the power of space and had the copy of all items he saw once in his life in this life and in every new life he was able to get the copy of the items in all the previous lives with a multiple. His body was maintained at peak state. VOL 5| TEN TIMES RETURN [COMPLETED]: Innate being with the power to have ten times things returned that has been consumed, given away or used. VOL 6| UNLIMITED TELEKINESIS: [COMPLETED]:The innate power I had was named unlimited telekinesis. I could lift anything and cut anything and manipulate anything using telekinesis. The specialty was that the more I used telekinesis, the more the limit of the telekinesis grew. VOL 7| ALL SENSING MADMAN: [COMPLETED]: Innate being reborn as an undercover. The madman Jack shall shake the world. VOL 8| UNLIMITED SOLDIER :[COMPLETED] The power of the innate being was nothing more than to create soldiers of any types he had wanted depending upon the information he had seen. He believed in himself more than anyone else. VOL 9| EXPERIENCE SKILL SYSTEM :[COMPLETED][>50000 WORDS] A being born with the power of the concept of growth and the concept of a pure soul being. He will fight to rise to the top VOL 10| CONCEPT BEING OF METAL: [COMPLETED] [>50000 WORDS]: Not all innate beings are born as innate and some become concept beings due to the concepts coming onto to some beings. The being will be able to reborn as their body will be destroyed and rebuilt to fit the situation and their conscious carrier destroyed as the concept carries the consciousness and hence they are immortal.

*Changed Title* He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri is a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

Gu Yunjiao, the daughter of a prominent medical family, was reborn with a pharmacy. She became a young village woman who was widowed on her wedding night. Her biological father disappeared, her mother was a crybaby, her in-laws considered her an unlucky omen, and there were even lustful men with ill intentions watching her closely. Life was tough. Fortunately, her mother-in-law was formidable, and her siblings were supportive. Her family members were very protective of her. Her mother-in-law made a deal with her: if she could uphold her chastity for three years, she would be set free. Three years later, she had become a renowned divine physician and a wealthy woman. She packed her belongings to seek her freedom, but her family members all cried and wailed. A certain incredibly handsome man held her tightly and said, "You can't leave! You've examined my body, so you're responsible for me!" Gu Yunjiao counted on her fingers and retorted, "When I was treating patients, I've seen at least eighty, if not a hundred men." The man covered her mouth and said, "They were all patients; only I am a man." Later, there was a legend in the capital city that the young and handsome Prime Minister was afraid of his wife. "

Tang Shu has transmigrated and became a cannon fodder female supporting character in a novel! And on the first day, she was almost sexually assaulted by a pig-faced director! “No one will come to save you even if you scream yourself hoarse today. It’s better if you are good and do as I say. I promise I'll be gentle, and I’ll also give your sister the leading role.”Tang Shu scratched her ears with a puzzled look, thinking she had misheard. “What did you say?”She was the one getting assaulted, yet the leading role would be given to her sister?“Stop pretending. We don’t have much time, so it’s better to hurry up.”Looking at the 200-pound fat man coming towards her, Tang Shu twisted his wrist and wails burst out from within the hotel suite. The pig-looking director collapsed to the ground, looking like a lump of meat. But the matter was far from over. Tang Shu called in the culprit to let her experience what she just had. However, when the young one came, so did the older one. Just as Tang Shu was happily teaching them both a lesson, the original owner’s brother came along. Tang Shu thought he would reprimand her, and she already had the words on the tip of her tongue to fight back. But then…“Sister, do you prefer this pink gemstone necklace, or this sapphire necklace?”Tang Shu: “This doting manner of his can’t be a trap, right?” As she held her guard up against her brother, she saw the original owner’s poor fiance who picked up rubbish for a living. His waist was thin, and he had long legs and a pretty face. Every inch of him ticked all the boxes in Tang Shu’s book. She walked over to him, flung out her credit card, and said, “Hey, handsome! I’ll take care of you!”

Was he the reincarnation of the Alchemy Emperor? Or a fusion of souls? A boy with nothing—no spirit root, no spirit blood, no spirit bones—Long Chen, once stripped of everything, now rises again. Relying on the divine alchemy techniques etched in his memories, he cultivates the mysterious Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, tearing through layers of conspiracy to uncover a world-shaking truth. With the world in his palm and the stars beneath his feet, he suppresses demons and evil gods alike. In the martial world, a legend spreads: When Long Chen arrives, the earth roars and the heavens wail. When Long Chen moves, ghosts weep and gods cry.

A long time ago the gods made the world, it's filled with magic and unruly beasts. One of these beasts and the last of it's kind Ivy a frost fox. She must escape the hands of the greedy flesh bags and hopefully find a way the revert the near extension of her kind. "In the distance, I hear an icy wail... The frost maiden calls, thy nine tails as cold as ice and as white as snow. She shall answer with her hopeless cry."

~Mr Williams called out his wife one faithful morning, He needed to talk to her about something Important and this thought has been bothering him since the day the towns people mentioned it thinking he wasn't around that he won't be able to hear their conversation. But he did and what he heard made him realise that it wasn't right.~ °My husband, you called for me, is everything okay? You look worried.° °Everything is not fine my dear wife and I'm indeed worried.i heard people discussing about our family specifically our daughter.° °What?? Why? What about? What were they saying? Answer me William!° ~Renata Wailed urging her husband to speak up, she knew she had many daughters but she wanted to know not only which but also why. What has any of her daughters done to deserve criticism from the people she doesn't understand. And her husband was more shocked that his wife called him by his name, it's been 10 years since that had happened and he knew this was making her anxious~ °It's about Adeline. They said she has been making it at a young age than her brother's, they said it's not supposed to be so, they said she's a female so she can't be rich and prosperous that her older Brothers. They said the only way that can happen is if we did something to make her more prosperous than her Brothers.° °That's not right, My daughter just has a great Destiny, she didn't choose this by herself she was given from the moment she came to life. This is her destiny and no one is to change it. But I'm curious about what you're thinking so, what do you think?° °I think i agree with the people, why would she be the only one to prosper at a young age and not her Brothers.° °You're unbelievable, so everything i said went on deaf ears!? Destiny can't be changed, everyone has different destiny in life why do you want to change that of my children, Why!!!?° ~Renata Wailed, hitting her husband on the chest begging him not to go ahead with this fruitless plan. William wasn't listening, his mind has been made up and he has given the go ahead, without his wife's support, he will do this without her. There's no turning back now.~ ~Adeline's destiny would be given to her Brother Aron and vice-versa ~ ______________________________________________________

In 2124, Cebu City stands in ruins, ravaged by the Sunods-mutated zombies born from the deadly Salus virus. Ethan Carter, a once-brilliant scientist, is haunted by the failure of his ambitious time machine project, "Chronos." Designed to rewrite humanity's greatest mistakes, Chronos instead fractured time, unleashing chaos and setting Ethan on a desperate mission to fix the future. A cryptic warning from a hooded figure tasks Ethan with preventing a global collapse and avoiding his own lonely demise-a fate glimpsed just before activating Chronos. But the collapse has already begun. The Sunods, faster, smarter, and more organized than ever, threaten what little remains of humanity. Worse, Ethan uncovers the chilling truth that an alternate version of himself has created a time loop, trapping the world in an endless cycle of destruction. Ethan's fight isn't his alone. At his side are Dr. Marisol Dela Cruz, a determined scientist with her own stake in stopping the Sunods, and Elias, a resilient engineer whose resourcefulness hides secrets that could change everything. Together, the trio ventures into the remnants of the Chronos research facility, uncovering horrifying truths about the virus, the time machine, and the catastrophic price of altering the past. As time unravels, trust frays, and the Sunods evolve, Ethan must confront the consequences of his choices and wrestle with a harrowing dilemma: how far is he willing to go to save humanity? Will he sacrifice himself to break the time loop, or will the weight of his past mistakes doom the world forever? Wails of the Archipelago is a gripping blend of sci-fi and horror, weaving the moral complexities of time travel with the visceral terror of a zombie apocalypse. Set in a vividly reimagined Philippines, it explores redemption, sacrifice, and the enduring question: Can humanity ever escape the shadows of its past?

"Escalabus rev" were the final words of my grandmother. As she lay on her deathbed, her eyes were a myriad of colors like the rainbow. This scenario had been troubling me for a long while now until he found me in the bustling streets of Sif'ur, he introduced me to a bizarre world I never thought existed. A world filled with many hidden dangers, a world where the supernatural graces the lands, deities reign supreme, mortals are blessed or rather cursed with bizarre abilities called, The Konquerors pathways. My name is Timothy, and this is the story of how I altered the fates of everyone in the mortal planes, and a journey to uncover the reason why weavers of fate are so obsessed with me. "The stars are extremely sad tonight, as if they're wailing out to me. It's like a piece of me is lost within the stars, crying out. Every day, I sit like this, gazing at the stars with a sad smile... a lonely stargazer."

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she was going out of the room when she heard. “Lalith! come here.” he roared. turning around she saw the man with eyes red in brim holding the gun on another girl who was standing near his chair. “ Why ? you know I can’t tolerate betrayal. this is my limit and you told me we can’t betray each other in relationship but now it’s over!” she said while holding back her tears and again turned to go out. “If you think I betray you, why don’t you come and took my life with your hands as well as Hers” he said smirking. Lalith stopped and shouted with all her might,” you fuc***g bastard, you cheated on me yet being so righteous.” Listening her wail he pulled the trigger and the bullet made a hole on that girls shoulder with a loud sound.

In a world overshadowed by eternal darkness, monstrous creatures born from meteorite fragments have ravaged humanity, forcing survivors underground into a colony devoid of light. Among them is Zami Agatoru, a young man burdened by tragedy and destined for greatness. Once a promising warrior of his clan, Zami was the sole survivor of a monster attack that claimed his family and clan. Now, he dwells in the vast, oppressive underworld, facing unimaginable horrors while seeking redemption and purpose. Zami’s strength stems not from supernatural powers but from years of relentless training and a cursed ability: revival. Upon death, Zami revives moments before his defeat, retaining memories and honing his skills over countless lifetimes. This ability has allowed him to surpass human limits, evolving both mind and body into the perfect warrior. Armed with a black katana forged from an otherworldly stone and a toxic dagger he crafted from monster bones, Zami ventures deeper into the colony. He faces terrifying Vessels, avatars of powerful entities tied to the meteorites. Each Vessel wields devastating abilities, challenging Zami’s resolve and pushing him beyond his physical and mental limits. As Zami progresses, he unravels the colony's dark secrets: the origin of the meteorites, the true nature of the Vessels, and the essence of the creatures that worship these fragments. Along the way, he uncovers the deeper truth about himself and the entity that dwells within him—Karesh, a being tied to the meteorite’s power. Driven by the need to protect humanity and confront the Vessels, Zami faces impossible odds. From the Abyssal Cradle, home of the fearsome Wailing Dread, to the Forsaken Hollow, where the Silent Agony’s true body lies, and the Withering Spire, where Shattered Dominion warps reality itself, Zami battles creatures that defy logic. Amid this chaos, Zami grapples with his humanity. His stoic, emotionless demeanor hides a young man carrying the weight of loss and duty. Moments of quiet—crafting weapons, preparing food, or reflecting on his clan’s philosophy—highlight his depth and resilience. Through countless revivals, bloody battles, and grueling challenges, Zami inches closer to his ultimate goal: destroying the meteorite fragments and ending the monsters’ reign. But with each battle, the cost of his journey grows heavier, forcing him to confront the essence of sacrifice, mortality, and the question of what it truly means to be human.

“Love me like you want to watch me bleed.” When Elara Voss trespasses into the Thornes’ forbidden forest to save her dying sister, she expects venomous thorns—not a bloodied tyrant chained to a sacrificial altar. Kael Thorne, ruler of the nocturnal Lycan syndicate, wears his patricidal scars like trophies and craves her blood to quiet the silver shrapnel devouring his heart. He gifts her a steel-boned corset laced with silver spikes, yet burns his fur shielding her from flames. He forces mandrake wine down her throat at feasts, but trembles dressing the wounds he carved into her flesh. He smirks as she finds abortion pills hidden in her breakfast tray, yet carves an ice cradle for the “monster” growing in her womb. “You smell like absolution,” he growls, fangs glinting against her torn dress, molten-gold eyes reflecting the wedding band forged from his own bones. “Too bad I sold my soul long before you.” But when Argent Order’s missiles shatter the cathedral glass, Elara discovers the crescent scar on her collarbone perfectly matches the autopsy report of Kael’s deceased sister—whose funeral portrait hangs in his bloodstained gallery. As flames engulf the altar, she drives a dagger into his crystallizing heart, only to hear their bonded bone rings wail in unison. The truth crashes louder than the crumbling chapel: Their fatal bond began the night he dragged her from a fire two decades ago. Now, under a bleeding moon, Kael slams her blade deeper into his chest, crystalline shards spraying like shattered stars: “Feel it, darling… …how this heart that beats for you is slowly turning into the blade that will slit your throat.” WARNING: Contains morally bankrupt aristocrats, mutually assured destruction masquerading as romance, and enough gothic depravity to make Dracula blush. When the blood pact ignites, will you root for the knife—or the throats it dances between?

“Welcome, Soul Fragment [REDACTED]. Please remain still while your essence is reconfigured.” Darkness. Cold, shifting static. A low hum like a machine breathing in its sleep. “Rebooting consciousness layer… success. Applying memory fog… success. Neural bindings established.” A pulse echoed through the void—warmth, confusion, a heartbeat restarting in a body that didn’t exist yet. Then—light. A flickering figure, tall and fractured, stood before the void-born soul. No face, only a jagged crown of glitching pixels where eyes should be. “Ah… another one. You’re early.” The voice warped like corrupted audio, equal parts code and godhood. “I am the Gatekeeper, the Glitched God, the Error in the Architect’s plan. Before you enter the Cosmic Layer, you must choose.” Floating before the soul, two glowing runes appeared, each humming with potential. Flame twisted with shadow. Light fractured into sound. Skill Seed: [Echo fire]———> (fire type) Skill Seed: [Null Thread]———> (dark type) Skill Seed: [infinite mass]———> (Earth type) Skill Seed: [Destructive beam]———> (Destruction type) “Choose two. Combine. Create. Survive.” The soul reached forward. System Prompt: Customization Accepted. Generating Hybrid Tree… The Gatekeeper raised a hand, its fingers unraveling into strings of code. “Remember this: the System lies. Not all stats can be trusted. Not all gods are sane.” Then— [CRITICAL ERROR: SYSTEM SHUTDOWN INITIATED] A siren wailed. The void cracked like glass. Reality blinked out of sync. “Wait—what? No, not now—” the Gatekeeper’s voice was torn apart mid-sentence, spiraling into raw static. BOOT FAILURE: ENTITY DISPLACED COMMENCING COSMIC DUMP And the soul fell—through corrupted skies, glitching stars, and broken laws of physics—toward a world not meant to be seen. Toward a story that had already been deleted.

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary. [Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant] Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp. "Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again! "Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!" The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins. I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

After 27 years of living a rather quiet and steady life, with not many obstacles or... well, not much of anything, Raina's death was in sight. Though it wasn't like she thought it would be, there was no bright light at the end of the tunnel. No hand ripping her spirit from her body. No endless darkness. Instead, she was plunged into a dark reddish pink sack. A weird pressure all around her body, and then she was in a small, soft, and firm... giant's hand? A wailing cry slipped from her mouth and she heard someone calling out in joy. "Congratulations! It's a girl!" What the heck was going on?! Raina has lived a normal uneventful life, letting others pave the path for her. She took small meaningless jobs here and there to make ends meet, but never put much effort into anything. Simply put, she was a lazy and undetermined girl. When she was killed during a robbery at her late night job at a convenience store, she thought it was the end of the line for sure. Her life didn't flash before her eyes like many would assume, but soon she finds out why... it's because she didn't have much of a life in the first place. With this realization always in mind, Raina is determined to take this second chance at life and be the absolute best she can be, no matter what it takes.

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Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

excerpt:"Congratulations, Host! You have entered the world of The Almighty Prince of Arderla!" The voice chirped again. "Your mission? Survive, thrive, and maybe… make your cold, brooding husband fall in love with you!" Ivy Everhart blinked. A fat, chibi bird was floating in front of her, bouncing with excitement. Just moments ago, raiders had attacked her bookstore and—oh yeah—shot her. "Excuse me, what?" Ivy asked flatly. The system continued, ignoring her confusion. "Congratulations, Ivy Everhart! You are now Ivy Everhart, the cannon fodder wife of the villain in the book!" Ivy froze. Then, she wailed dramatically, clutching her long red hair. "Somebody just kill me again!" synopsis: Ivy Everhart was just a struggling bookstore owner until a bullet to the chest landed her in the world of The Almighty Prince of Arderla—as the most hated side character, the villain’s cannon fodder wife. Her new life comes with one mission: survive. But Ivy is already doomed. The original Ivy was a spoiled noblewoman obsessed with the crown prince, humiliating her husband—the powerful and ruthless Duke Lucien Ashburn—until he finally cast her aside. And in the book? That’s when he kills her. Armed with a mischievous chibi system and a lot of desperation, Ivy hatches a plan: make Lucien fall for her and change her fate. But her schemes go off the rails when Lucien—the cold, unreadable villain—turns the tables. He’s suspicious. He’s possessive. And worst of all… he’s interested. Now, trapped between her own survival instincts and the villain’s dangerously growing affection, Ivy must navigate a game where the slightest misstep could be fatal. Will she tame the villain or end up as just another forgotten extra in his tragic story? One thing’s for sure—she can’t afford to lose.