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Earth, thousands of years after the apocalypse. A boy with amnesia woke up in the middle of the Dregs, the worst part of Crimson Fungus City. The boy grows up and manages to become strong enough to pass an exam for one of the most prestigious jobs in existence, a Zephyx Extractor, someone that can harvest the powers of Specters. Zephyx Extractors have the power to travel kilometers in seconds, read minds, and destroy mountains. In this oppressive world, they are the only ones who can change their destiny. Sadly, the boy had already gained a power from a Specter in the past, which made him ineligible for the position. His dream was dead. Or was it? Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/EfePH46Aru If my patreon gets more than 1000€ per month, I will increase the word count of my chapters! Join my Patreon: patreon.com/user?u=27791050

#DARKFANTASY #FANTASY #SUPERNATURAL #URBANFANTASY In a world where the dead refuse to rest, the living fear what lurks beyond the veil. For centuries, humanity believed all spirits(ghosts) were vengeful, mindless entities seeking destruction. But the truth is far more terrifying—some spirits exist to devour, corrupt, and break the boundaries between life and death. Others, bound by fate, offer unimaginable power to those they deem worthy. Arman never wanted to be a hero. Struggling with social anxiety, he preferred to keep his head down, avoid trouble, and live a life that meant nothing to anyone but himself. But everything changed the day he became bound to a force beyond comprehension. Now, with an ancient spirit entwined with his very soul, he’s dragged into a hidden war waged in the shadows—a battle between those who harness the power of the dead and those who twist it into something monstrous. As ancient forces awaken and the boundaries between the worlds fracture, Arman faces an impossible truth: the power within him is both a gift and a curse, one that could consume him if he fails to control it. With enemies lurking in every shadow and unseen forces pulling the strings, he must uncover the origins of his power, the forgotten secrets of the past, and the role he is destined to play in a war that has raged for centuries. Because if he fails—if he breaks—this war won’t just claim his soul. It will unravel reality itself. A journey of power, fate, and the unseen begins… but can a boy who fears even simple conversations truly rise to become the strongest Spiritbound?

In the cruel world of Ranas, normal people are considered nothing more than trash. Blaze is also one of those trash. He and his mother has been treated like animals by his loser 'superhero' stepfather. But then everything changes when the SYSTEM gives Blaze a mission to kill him in exchange for superpower. Blaze does not hesitate. Short-form: Kill him. Kill her. Kill them all. Kill for powers.

I claimed to be better than the MC. An Eldritch entity decided to put my claim to the test and reincarnated me into the world of the novel I read. But, I’m not alone. There are five other reincarnates? Wait, wait, wait! Why is the MC a regressor now? That wasn’t part of the script! ... Contact me (Discord): anvelope Discord Server: discord.gg/BR5kt99dhV

When ex-detective Liam Voss finds a journal hinting at his sister’s unsolved vanishing, he’s thrust into a nightmare of cryptic clues and carved words—each marking a life stolen by a ruthless secret society. Teaming with a rogue journalist, Liam races across the globe to unravel a conspiracy tied to an ancient entity that feeds on disappearances. But the closer he gets, the more his reality frays—nightmares bleed into daylight, allies turn to enemies, and the truth claws at his sanity. With the clock ticking to the thirteenth hour, Liam must face the ultimate question: save his sister or stop a god from rewriting the world? Dive into a pulse-pounding thriller where every word could be your last!

Nolan swayer is there use army soldier doing his service in delta force, when he came to his home town on military leave have unfortunately died on his way to home,when he woke up he was in a different world where those in power is everything can nolan in this survive world ? will he be a good guy or a monster? let the fate play it's game

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there. Then, the sky cracked open. A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive. People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this: [Limitless Weapon Mastery] "Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential." No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill? But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth: It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs.

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do. Excerpt; Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter. What the hell was she doing? His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully. "Your fever seems to be coming down," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "My blood really did the trick, I see..." His jaw clenched. Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers. She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her. She looked up at him, startled. "If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way," he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. "Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?" Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it. Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense. "What if I am?" she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip. Rhydian's breath caught. The last of his control snapped. "You asked for it," he growled. In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor. She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him. He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him. He was already rock hard, aching with need. He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

Note: The system activates after 60 chapters, allowing for deep character and world-building before its arrival. #FANTASY #SYSTEM #LATESYSTEMAWAIKINH #ACTION #BEASTS [You have been chosen by Aloka, The Creator, to stand against the coming catastrophe.] [The war has begun. You must rise beyond mortality.] [For this reason, you have been granted the most powerful system—] [WAR-BORN ASCENSION SYSTEM.] In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity stands on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void. Aamir Singh is no chosen hero. He is a warrior forged in battle, relying only on skill, grit, and the will to survive. While nations fall and legends crumble, he fights—undaunted, unbroken. But when an unfathomable enemy arises, even his strength is not enough. Then, sixty chapters too late, the Warborn Ascension System awakens. With power beyond human comprehension, long-buried secrets, and a destiny he never asked for, Aamir is thrust into a war far greater than he imagined. Alongside Riya, a prodigious magic wielder, and a band of warriors bound by fate, he must rise beyond mortality itself. The world does not need a hero. It needs a Beastgod. But as the system unravels the truth of his existence, one question remains: Will Aamir’s newfound power be the key to salvation—or the catalyst for the world’s doom?

In a world where words breathe and letters morph into monsters, Nullus discovers he is no mere guest in this body... but the ultimate target of mysterious forces seeking to erase every trace of him before he deciphers the code of his existence. But beware: every chapter you read here is a step closer to the trap. Are you ready to hear the voice whispering behind the lines? “Look around you... this very sentence could be an eye watching you!”* As Nullis digs into the depths of his past, he realizes something terrifying: The story writes itself, and the reader... *you*... are part of its game. Will you save him by etching these pages into your memory? Or will you fall victim to your own choices? Time is running out, and **the book begins to devour itself."

Zarek never dreamed of being a hero. His only wish was a life without hunger, without beatings, without contempt. Born with the white hair of a Nen, a marginalized minority with no magical affinity, he grew up in an orphanage where cruelty was commonplace. Only Rose, a fragile but unbreakable girl, reminded him that it was still worth moving forward. When he saw a conjurers' tournament on the screen of a run-down bar, he knew what he wanted: recognition, power and the security of a decent life. But the world wouldn't make it easy for him. After years of abuse, humiliation, and a brutal banishment from the orphanage, Zarek and Rose survived on what little they could scrape together in the shadows. But his destiny changed the day he turned 19 and took the Physioflora Aptitude Test. To his surprise, it was no simple Nen. He was a Covenant. The first in decades. But his gift was not the summoning of mythical beasts or the control of devastating elements... his power was... creating bubbles?!

Along time ago there were scientist working on a project when everything failed its created A huge explosion everyone almost died some of the scientist or people died from the explosion there are some survivors in Japan

In a world taken over by darkness, a blue moon hangs in the sky, in the night vicious calamites roam the earth in search of victims to feast on. Luca a hardworking but untalented magician tries his utmost to find peace in this world of suffering through slaughter. Will his unrelenting thirst for slaughter lead him astray and insane or grant him the peace he's been seeking ever since that fateful day in his childhood?

Cradled by self-ness, a new-born God came forth. The god, perceived as a phantom, wept as tears dripped across the waters. Thus came about its phantom heart. The weeping spirit, a solitary, god that could create anything with its right mind. However, there lay a message that told it one thing; Kill the Light. An unease built inside its heart. A dead thing, not even an echo that reached any god, nor creature alive. If not, then what was the God meant for? What else was needed of him? Thus, he wandered, days upon days, until he met a single, decrepit woman. The first contact he had since over a thousand years. -------- Discord: discord.gg/7NcJYeTUbV

Joonwoo stood there, frozen in despair, as the King of North India dragged his daughter away from him. he saw the tears streaming down her face, and he felt his own eyes welling up with tears. As he watched, helpless, the King of North India grasped his daughter's arm and pulled her away, his face twisted in anger. The Princess of North India stumbled, her feet struggling to keep up with her father's pace. he felt a surge of rage and desperation. he wanted to rush forward, to grab the Princess of North India and pull her back into his arms. But he was frozen in place, unable to move or speak. As the King of North India dragged his daughter away, he felt a sob rise up in my throat. he tried to hold it back, but it was no use. The sob burst forth, and he felt tears streaming down my face. he stood there, crying like a child, as the Princess of North India disappeared from view. he felt like his heart was being ripped from my chest, like he was losing the only person he had ever truly loved. His father's voice was distant, a vague echo in his mind. "Joonwoo , come," he said, his father's hand on his shoulder. "We must leave." But he couldn't move. he was rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on the empty space where the Princess of North India had last stood. he felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair, like he would never find my way back to the surface. Jun Joonwoo( king of half of the korea , Bukhan to Deagu )

When we defeat the gods, we are just pawns

As I found myself thrust into this bewildering situation, I couldn't help but wonder if fate had a strange sense of humor. Here I was, once the top A-rank agent, now trapped in the role of a notorious villainess in a reverse harem novel. But why did it had to be the villainess? Well, I don't care! But now that I'm here, I'll enjoy my life to the fullest that I couldn't before. Plus, my family is real rich. Though an issue soon occurred. The female lead keeps sticking to me! I tried to get rid of her by distancing myself since I don't want to end up in the chaos like in the novel… But the female lead is just so adorable!! What would happen if the once fearsome antagonist was now trying to protect the very person she once tormented?  "Sabiiiii!" Ann's voice chimed, her eyes sparkling with innocence. It was hard to resist her charm, and I found myself softening despite my initial intentions. And it seems the so-called main suitors are suffering from collective amnesia. They flocked to me, oblivious to the fact that Anne was the true focus of their affections. "Stay Away! I will not give you my lovely Ann," I declared, my frustration mounting. "Who said I wanted her?" The chaos continued with the supposed fiancé as well, who seemed convinced that our engagement was set in stone, "You are my soon-to-be fiancée! Please compose yourself"  "I refuse to get engaged to you and to compose, whatever that is". "Don't you think you're quite rude to your soon-to-be Fiancé?"  "I'm not rude, you're too nice! And I told you I'm not getting engaged to you" "Thank you, my Lady"  "…Are you dumb?!!!" What in the world of strawberries was going on indeed? It was a baffling and comical twist of fate. But as the days passed, I found myself navigating this bizarre world with a newfound determination. If I was going to be stuck in this story, I might as well do it my way. And who knows, maybe I could turn this chaotic tale into something truly extraordinary.

In a world of swords and sorcery, Su Qing isn’t the chosen one—he’s the villain. But that’s not a problem; it’s an opportunity! Why fight fair when he can manipulate from the shadows? Why be noble when scheming is more effective? With divine maidens and royal beauties in his grasp, Su Qing will forge his own legend.

"I may just be a mob character, but with this system, I’ll survive no matter what!" Ralph Cliffscar, a part-time worker, dies and wakes up in the world of Arventia, a fantasy series he watched. Now he’s Nicodeim Thorne, the duke’s eldest son. But there’s a big problem: in the story, Nicodeim is supposed to be killed by the villain, Livius Sarrafort, who he used to bully as a child. With the help of a strange system that shows critical events, Ralph must stop Livius from turning evil and find a way to change both their fates. Can he survive, or will the story end just like before?

In the final battle against the Demon King, the protagonist is betrayed by his leader and dies. However, he wakes up in the past with all his memories intact, gaining a second chance to avoid the betrayal and change his fate.

I was reincarnated in a game-like otherworld. [ Warning! When acquiring an active skill, all stats will decrease by 80% for each active skill! ] ...What the hell.

Darian Weisz was nothing more than a forgotten extra—the weakest son of a noble house, mocked, bullied, and doomed to fail. At least, that’s how the story was supposed to go. But when a reincarnated soul takes his place, everything changes. Armed with knowledge of Academy of Legends, the world’s greatest fantasy novel, Darian refuses to play the role of a loser. He knows where the hidden artifacts lie, the secret skills waiting to be claimed, and the untapped power buried in his veins. This time, he won’t be cast aside. He’ll rise beyond nobility, beyond heroes—stealing the destiny meant for the novel’s protagonist. And as for the heroines the so-called "hero" ignored? Darian has no intention of letting them go to waste. He’ll claim everything this world has to offer. Strength. Power. Love. After all, why settle for being an extra… when he can rewrite the entire story?

In the war-torn world of Val, where nine ancient clans wield the elements of Qi — the life energy balanced by Yin and Yang — a hidden terror brews. The Void, an unrelenting force of corruption, creeps into reality through fractures, birthing monstrous Voidspawn and threatening to consume the world itself. At the center of this cosmic struggle is Shinji Mitsume, a prodigy of the Mitsume Clan — one of Val’s top three clans — known for their devastating Third Eye abilities. Shinji’s Ethereal Third Eye grants him a unique power: the ability to break down any technique, mutate its properties, and turn it against his enemies. But beneath his strength lies a secret — a fracture in his Third Eye, a curse from the Void King that links him to the very corruption his clan fights to destroy. This curse gnaws at him, slowly warping his abilities and threatening his mind. Alongside his older brother Junri Mitsume — a calm yet lethal warrior capable of creating clones, manipulating lightning, and phasing through matter — Shinji is drawn into a spiraling conflict that extends far beyond his own curse. The Mitsume brothers fight not only to survive but to uphold their clan’s legacy and prevent the Void from overtaking their world.

Alex Wright was born into a situation that would make anyone jealous of him, the child of two of the strongest superheroes in the world. Alex was lucky to have inherited both of his parent's powers, which made him an anomaly. People wanted to use him to get to his parents or wanted to be him. After tragedy strikes Alex changes, follow him on his journey to become something great and live up to the expectations or to create chaos for the sake of chaos. ---- This is my first time writing anything, so if you find something I can improve on let me know.

Can love survive when memories fade? Riyan's devotion to Meera turns into a never-ending promise—one that defies time, pain, and forgotten moments. A heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the bonds that memory cannot break.