Entrail

[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww

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.

Regressor In A Strange World is out guys. Go check it out and be sure to drop a few comments ✨ A/N: can see that most readers on this platform seem to be more eager for instant gratification, same old common plots and overpowered unrealistic characters and perhaps only a few set of readers truly read a book for its plot twist, lore development, mystery and world building expansion. Unfortunately that's what this book is all about. And you might see a mix of dark souls genre, coupled with mysticism, mystery, emotive style of writing, high octane elements, a sprinkle of science and oh the most unique kind of system and so on. But most of this all come into play one step at a time. I am of the belief that a truly peeak novel is made from laying a stable and solid foundation to work with later on. And so, to get to this parts, the first branch which is dark souls: One has to get past the first thirty or so chapters that focuses on psychological and supernatural horror. Anyway: If you enjoy advent of the three calamities by Entrail and Shadow Slave by G3, then this novel is for you. Synopsis: In a mysterious world where various supernatural creatures and forces lurk within the shadows. Upon the age of Awakening- Age fifteen. Dean not only awakens his divinity attribute but also awakens a mysterious, dormant being- it calls itself The Rewind System. Succeeding in entering the prestigious Esper Academy. Dean comes to a realization that apart from espers- humans who awaken their attributes. They are Arcanists- human who make use of the power of belief- Arcana to manifest their wills onto the physical world. Not only that but Transcenders- humans who consume divinity potions at the risk of losing their sanity also exist. Now, Dean comes to the cold realization that his seemingly all-powerful and enigmatic time reset isn't as unique or All-Powerful as he had once imagined it to be. Now tucked in the midst of ancient forces that seek to break out of their seals or ruins, and various forces that fight for supremacy in a world where darkness itself is the closest thing to nature. Dean must make use of his cheat. The Rewind System to his advantage. Making use of his unique time rewind ability, Dean must outsmart his enemies, uncover the secret and lores behind the long lost epochs and most importantly.... figure out the mysteries behind his lost memories. ...So what are you still doing here reading this? Dive into the novel and come back to thank me!

Jared King, un paria et étudiant renié, découvre un artefact mystérieux qui lui confère des pouvoirs étranges liés aux sombres entrailles de Silvercoast City. Plongé dans un monde de complots politiques, de crime organisé et d’ombres surnaturelles, Jared doit maîtriser sa nouvelle force pour restaurer son honneur et transformer la ville—sans céder à l’obscurité qui le tente à chaque pas.

(# horreur) plonger dans les méandres des entrailles terrestre à la rencontre de trois hideuses petites créatures , sous la conduite de la fine plume du jeune Philippe B.kein.

What happens when the authors of The author's POV and the white online get together? THIS IS A NOVEL WHERE YOU GET TO KNOW THEIR INCIDENTS....

The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. "This is it" I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it's not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. The world doesn't revolve around me. The girls don't come flocking towards me. The cheat items don't come to me. "Phew" I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god I'm not the protagonist" I joyfully shouted as tears streamed down my cheeks. Wait, are you curious as to why I don't want to be the protagonist? I did forget to mention the most important thing when I was describing a protagonist. That is... They are calamity magnets. I just died. If I learned something from that, it's that it really isn't a pleasant experience. If possible let me live a long stable life. Thank you, whoever reincarnated me. I would later come to regret these words... ======== Reader Disclaimer : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. ======== Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FNAKgfyky4 Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

La première fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, elle avait fait irruption dans sa chambre juste au moment où il sortait de la douche. Elle a calmement affronté son regard dangereux et l'a taquiné avec audace, "Hey beau gosse, beau corps~" La deuxième fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, c'était lors d'un banquet extravagant. Elle avait été charmante et flamboyante. Juste après avoir torturé quelqu'un, elle s'est penchée vers lui et lui a demandé minaudant, "J'ai entendu dire que tu prétendais que j'étais ta petite amie et que tu m'utilisais comme un bouclier. Alors, peux-tu aider un outil comme moi ?" Depuis lors, Maître Qin s'était trouvé un petit monstre chaotique chez lui qui le rendait fou tous les jours. Tout le monde disait que la vraie fille de la famille An ne pouvait pas se comparer à la fausse fille parce qu'elle avait été élevée comme une paysanne. Elle ne pouvait même pas rivaliser avec les cheveux de la fausse fille. Hélas, tout le monde a été giflé, y compris la fausse fille. Ils ont même été torturés jusqu'à ce que leurs entrailles deviennent vertes. Puis, ils ont affirmé que même si la vraie fille pouvait se comparer à la fausse fille, elle restait juste une fille abandonnée qui n'était pas aimée par ses parents et n'avait aucun pouvoir, qu'elle ne méritait pas Maître Qin. À leur insu, lorsque ses parents s'en sont rendu compte, eux et ses quatre frères la suppliaient de revenir à la maison. Jusqu'à ce qu'un jour, la vraie fille a annoncé qu'elle se retirait de la scène pour s'occuper de son mari et de ses enfants. À ce moment-là, d'innombrables magnats et tycoons ont pleuré, la suppliants de rester... Petit monstre sauvage, féroce et charmant VS PDG abstinent, protecteur et charmeur

Après des années de solitude douloureuse, Phobos s'est approché de moi. Une bête terrifiante, mon âme sœur qui a émergé des entrailles d'une tempête tonitruante impitoyable. L'homme que je convoitais. Il m'a pris par surprise et j'étais sous le sort qu'il a jeté avec ses yeux océan. Un sort que je n'ai pas pu vaincre et à ce moment précis, je savais que j'étais en difficulté. Dès que nos regards se sont croisés, je savais qu'il m'apporterait un chagrin sans fin. Nous étions amis d'enfance, lui et moi. Phobos, le doux et joueur juvenile avec qui j'ai grandi et que j’admirais comme un chiot a disparu et a été remplacé par un barbare au cœur froid, il me terrifiait alors qu'il tuait de nombreux avec un clignement d'œil. Aucun regret, aucune préoccupation, sa bête souvent au contrôle, avançant en consommant ses sens. Ils étaient égaux. Comment puis-je me connecter avec une bête comme lui? Comment puis-je le faire m'appeler sien? Comment puis-je aimer mon ami d'enfance qui est devenu un monstre impitoyable?

An office worker suddenly got hit by a fist size meteor but after that he find himself in an open space and meet the God Adonoxius telling that his life's hardship was a mistake and only punishment for the people with great sins. God then tell him that he'll give him another go in life to attain for his forgiveness. Will he finally live a happy life without being bound to the misfortunes in his past life. we'll see what is bound to happen about this adventure comedic action entrails

The Legend of the Black Warrior of the Northern Realm is something that few people know much about, but they're about to find out how real it is. Alekai Vartis is a throw-away Prince, used as a body-double decoy to keep his younger brother, the true Crown Prince safe. On his first deep space mission in an exoskeleton weapon called a Gear, he and his teammate, a daredevil girl named Jesse, is ruthlessly betrayed and abandoned to draw the enemy fire so that his brother can escape unscathed. Furious, they chase after the Crown Prince to extract revenge. Along the way, they squeeze out giant wasps' entrails, crack huge scorpion shells, and battle against spiders the size of small cars. They gain strength, endurance, power, and the will to survive through the slimmest of odds. They also find out that in their world, Winner Takes All.

The unicorns are being hunted. In a forest protected by elves, several human rangers, and a powerful druid, still they keep finding bloody pools clotted with entrails and the... remnants of unicorns. In a last ditch effort to track down the poachers and with an eye to spreading the protections that are supposed to be enjoyed in this special forest, the druid, and the elders of the elves make a bargain with a reclusive master mage, who also makes this forest his home, to create a new race of men. Combining elves, men, and wolfweres, they successfully bring forth a new breed of guardian.. Set in an unspecified world in the AD&D setting, this story is an exploration of the genesis of one of my favorite custom races that I played and ran in 2nd Ed D&D

Joey Comeau’s first horror outing, One Bloody Thing After Another, is perhaps creepier and more unsettling than this summer-camp slasher. But The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved gets the nod for importing the genre from film into prose while layering in subtle, smart commentary on our thirst for teen blood. Eleven-year-old Martin is used to entrails—his mother does special-effect makeup for horror movies—but would like to keep his inside of his body. A maniac employed at his bible camp has other intentions. The title of Comeau’s previous novel would have worked here just as well: the gory killings are one bloody thing after the other, stacking up as a reminder that we’ve created a prolific genre around watching kids get murdered in inventive ways. —Steve Foxe

Humanity suffered in the 21 century an extintion event wipped 90 % of the population in those times. Humanity mourned their loses and strived to one again rise from the ashes. The countries of old no longer exist, after a brutal fight a single power rose and the Alliance was born from the ashes of old. The alliance cut from root the wastrels of society in those thimes, made a unique lenguage a single coin and new sets of laws commonly known as Alliance Constitution. After all that humanity was finaly a single entity in which the necessity of the masses prevailed, in the 26 century humanity discovered an Alien Artifact in one of the explorations that were made in Calisto at first humanity was entrailed by the discovery but not so much their leaders. What their discover wasn't some super technology or something like that, what their discover was a introduction "book" to what is known as the Milky Way Common Language because in space using different Languages equals to death. The technology of the book still open a few roads to humanity to advance but the brunt was still made by scientist and enginers that developed the very first Fusion Plant. Later was the development of VI (Virtual Inteligence) not as advanced as an AI but also not so dangerous as the later. With that Humanity started to explore ther solar system in earnest. with the development of sub light engines the travel between planets was more efficient. and with that humanity made the first contact with a truly extraterrestial life. Humanity was lucky the first life form that they encountered was agenerous one but according to them their time in the universe was running out so they left to humanity an archive with a fraction of their knowlege because in their own words "Humanity needs to create their very own place among the stars". So it begun the age of exploration and the subsequent age of Conquerors humanity expanded and know humanity stand as the apex form of life in the galaxy. is the start of the 32 century humanity controls half of the galaxy after a brutal war with the other civilizations, know begin again the age of exploration to fully control the very center of the galaxy that none of the apex lifeforms has control of it.

With axiomatic prominences, the God Spílaiaus hung from the Virola from the Ibic Three in the elevations of the Kanthillana at three thousand meters high in the Transversal valleys, individualized Pichi, Chile. Millions of flying masses of Chiropterans unfolded, anticipating Vernarth's visit to the Celestial Regency of these Deities by accidental and hybrid Hellenic prophecy; coming from the Transylvanian Protocol with the Eternity of the Submythological god of Vernarth Aiónius from Ibic 1. These deities came etherealized by the heights of the Nothofagus Obliqua that curved at forty-five degrees from the east, Intoning the melisma of Antiphona Benedictus that this time made the bastion, and the garrison of the Mikhve or Kathartyrium of Vernarth possessing the souls with lurid megalomaniacs boiling internally through the Underworld bringing Hades Speleothemes, such tow rope pulls the Kosmous and humanity into the entrails of Kardiá of the purified Agoge and the Mikveh or Purification of Vernarth in the last Existential Hypnosis hanging on the halberds of the Dorus, Áspis Koilé and Kantabroi waving in the intensity of conifers before Hegira began at Tel Gomel. Vernarth approaches Spilaiaus and utters: "My Lord I had an illusion, It said that I had to fly over the Palace of Arbela at the expense of the followed "Paraps or Othónes" or Parapsychology screens that took me to wastelands full of Ungulates that rested sterile in calcined slag covered with clamoring silica Hoplites and Achaemenides imploring to escape from ominous dawn of Dark Angels, safe from other Shvil Angels, Kalidona´s Souls, Helleniká, Armas Christi and Trouvere. Essentially all of them would beg for the circumcision of the open field and also in openings of thousands of soldiers when I was arranged by all this heavenly light to crack the heels of every Hoplite. Thus leaving the hollow opening of my soul Mikveh, Kassotides and Lynothorax that invaded with satiety to get out of itself and become the destination of all oppressed compassion on the way to the Empyrium". Much less express it from a Gnostic point of view; where everything is reborn and progresses in paradisiacal cycles and messages of the Merkabah, They are of an infinite cohesion of that celestial if it had to appear in the astral journey without taking into account what the same time in question, allows to appreciate how long it has to last or persist to know that you are rooted in this process itself!

A dying world covered in deserts and scorching sun light, a race of beings wanderers one and all praying to their gods for water to quench their thirst, flightless dragons hunted far and wide bringing great rewards to the hunter. Change happened one cold morning before the sun could rise and scorch the earth eleven gods arrived over the world and passed judgment the world would be destroyed its inhabitants exterminated. One lone god took pity on the people’s of this foreign world and fought bringing about the first gods war. Thunder and red lightning drove the inhabitants underground as the surface world became an incomprehensible hell blood rained down from the heavens alongside bits of god flesh mountains rose and shattered alongside the very earth itself. For 4 years as counted by the dwellers the very sky protested existence and the earth trembled under foot. Rivers formed and mountains rising from the trembling earth and lakes formed of blood those few brave enough to tempt fate found themselves transformed utterly as their flesh took on new qualities forming the first new race the blood elves and from the untouched bits of gods rose new plants and trees some devastatingly deadly others amazingly beautiful and beneficial. Those who’s lips tasted the flesh of gods were transformed into all manner of creatures from the first of the race of goblin kind to the mighty orcen race. A time of relative peace passed and 80 years flew by and the lands had settled down some things in flux had stabilized and began transforming the desert into forests and plains. It was a time of peace for 200 years it stood while the world returned to balance and then the second gods war broke out shattering the peace once again. The second gods war lasted only a single year and once more left the world covered in bits of god flesh and blood. New creatures were spawned from the godly entrails and from the abused earth and mud did rise the race of men for the very land gave birth to them. Dragon kind had become extremely powerful and sought to slaughter all that had harassed them through out the ages and so was born the hatred between the dragons and the original inhabitants who were called Dwemhenar or dwarves for short. Our story follows a young mud man 1000 years after the second gods war during the age of conquests.

Sections The 50 Best Horror Novels of All Time By Steve Foxe and Paste Staff | August 30, 2018 | 10:11am BOOKS LISTS HORROR Share Tweet Pin Text The 50 Best Horror Novels of All Time Horror is a peculiar genre. If it’s meant purely to scare, then some of the heftier books on this list would have wracked up a body count, terrifying readers to death over 700 pages or more. And what is scary? What might shock one reader is laughable to another. Ghosts, serial killers, great heaving monsters, the loss of self-control, plagues, impossible physics and a creepy clown all figure into our countdown, with entries spanning from the 1800s to the last few years. One (obvious) author makes five(!) appearances, and easily could have qualified for a few more; another has written just one novel during his decades-long career. We narrowed our focus to prose novels, so please don’t ask after The Books of Blood or Uzumaki. And while we kept an eye on the diversity of our featured authors, the inclusion of women, authors of color and queer creators came naturally as we gathered the best of the best. We’re prepared for you to question our choices, we ask only that you leave the chainsaw at home before doing so. Without further ado, we present our choices for the best horror novels of all time. Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.07.05 PM.png 50. The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved by Joey Comeau (2014) summer-ended.jpg Joey Comeau’s first horror outing, One Bloody Thing After Another, is perhaps creepier and more unsettling than this summer-camp slasher. But The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved gets the nod for importing the genre from film into prose while layering in subtle, smart commentary on our thirst for teen blood. Eleven-year-old Martin is used to entrails—his mother does special-effect makeup for horror movies—but would like to keep his inside of his body. A maniac employed at his bible camp has other intentions. The title of Comeau’s previous novel would have worked here just as well: the gory killings are one bloody thing after the other, stacking up as a reminder that we’ve created a prolific genre around watching kids get murdered in inventive ways. —Steve Foxe Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.07.05 PM.png 49. The Woman in Black by Susan Hill (1983) WomaninBlack.jpg One of the biggest tonal outliers on this list, Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black is crafted like a traditional gothic novel, and could likely fool readers into thinking that Hill is a few hundred years older than she truly is. Published in 1983, The Woman in Black is best known today for inspiring one of the longest-running plays in London’s West End (and a Daniel Radcliffe movie). Structured in the classic British form of a story told around a fireplace, Hill’s short ‘80s anachronism chills thanks to its ominous titular figure, who stalks a house on the foggy moors and foretells the death of children. The Woman in Black may not feel like a quintessentially ‘80s horror novel, but it’s an excellent reminder that, even at the peak of its copycat boom period, the genre refused to be pigeonholed. —Steve Foxe