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In the vast expanse of existence, where time is fluid and worlds are infinite, one man stands at the pinnacle of power—not by chance, but by design. Armed with the Upgrade and World Travel System, a force beyond comprehension, he transcends mortality, destiny, and even the gods themselves. Born anew in every world, from the ashes of apocalyptic wastelands to the polished corridors of corporate power in Suits, from the chaotic streets of Gotham to the divine realms of Greek mythology, he is always the apex—the strongest, the most brilliant, the most influential. His consciousness awakens even before birth, his talents surpassing the natural limits of any universe. Whether he's reshaping the fate of empires, outmaneuvering titans of industry, or bending the very fabric of reality, he remains an enigma: a god among mortals, an immortal among gods, and a legend etched across countless worlds. Yet beneath the perfection lies a question that echoes louder with every conquest: What does it mean to be human when you’ve surpassed humanity itself? Eternal Ascendance is not just a tale of limitless power—it's an odyssey through the multiverse, where every victory reveals another layer of existence, and every world conquered unveils a new mystery waiting to be unraveled.

Number Nine is a man who exists on the edge of everything. A ruthless killer, precise and calculating, his actions leave no room for weakness or hesitation. But beneath the silence of his cold exterior lies a fractured past-a web of lies, pain, and memories that he himself doesn't fully understand. With a pistol as his only companion, Number Nine drifts through a city teeming with chaos and corruption, an enigma to all who cross his path. He never speaks of his past, never explains his purpose. The world may try to box him in with labels and theories, but he is no one's puppet. Not a monster, not a hero-just a shadow who moves in the space between. As he moves through the streets, leaving only death in his wake, one question lingers: who is Number Nine, really? And will he ever be more than the sum of his fractured past?

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"

[Enigma’s Academy] was a game with potentially hundreds of thousands of hours to experience. It may have been popular as a fantasy RPG game, but its main genre was as a dating simulator. Hah... A dating simulator with the elements of levelling up, killing demons, and somehow even trading with aliens of the greater unknown. And for some psychopathic reason, the developers chose romance as the main focal point of the game. In the end, I still loved it, and of the hundreds of endings, I beat one. However now that I’m here, how am I supposed to prevent love from ruining the world? I swear it now- I will destroy the romance.

In a quaint village, young Mella finds herself ensnared in the mystery of her town’s sudden disappearance. Venturing into the woods with her loyal dog, Rufian, in search of pure water for the stew her mother, father, and little brother eagerly await, she feels a sense of safety in their companionship. However, as the familiar world fades into obscurity, Mella is thrust into an extraordinary realm, confronting a stark reality that challenges her understanding of existence. Amidst this bewildering adventure, a revelation unfolds: Rufian possesses the ability to transform into a being akin to a human. This newfound magic reveals to Mella that her little universe is far more expansive and complex than she ever imagined. Determined to reunite with her family and unravel the enigma of her vanished town, she embarks on a quest filled with wonder and discovery. Along the way, she encounters breathtaking marvels and grapples with profound emotions, forging friendships that guide her toward the path of hope and clarity.

"Naberius, Príncipe de Veridian, é mais do que uma figura de poder. Jovem e ambicioso, ele também é um empreendedor e um detetive perspicaz, em uma época onde a magia e as técnicas de investigação são limitadas. Quando um assassino em série começa a atacar em pleno coração da cidade, deixando suas vítimas em locais movimentados, as autoridades se veem impotentes. Nenhuma pista, nenhum padrão óbvio. Com um comportamento frio e calculista, o criminoso desafia as forças da lei. Naberius, ao lado de seu pai, tenta decifrar o enigma por trás dessas mortes, mas a falta de informações sobre o assassino e seus motivos gera mais perguntas do que respostas. Em um mundo onde a lógica e a intuição ainda são as melhores ferramentas de investigação, o príncipe terá que usar todo seu talento para desvendar esse caso que ameaça abalar as fundações de seu reino.

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, the Galactic Imperium stands as the bastion of order and civilization, its legacy stretching across a millennium. For a thousand years, it has defended the known galaxy against the relentless onslaught of alien invaders and cosmic terrors, holding steadfast against the chaos that threatens to engulf the cosmos. But in the year 3981, a monumental event unfolds at the heart of Neo Constantinople in the Deneb Prime system of the Deneb Sector. A mysterious structure materializes, defying the laws of space and time, its origins shrouded in enigma. This anomaly, dubbed the "GATE," heralds not just a new chapter in the Imperium's history, but an unprecedented era of expansion and discovery. With the emergence of the GATE, the Galactic Imperium finds itself presented with unparalleled opportunities and challenges. Beyond its borders lies an uncharted part of the galaxy ripe for exploration and conquest, teeming with ancient secrets and untold dangers. As the Imperium ventures forth into this uncharted realm, it must navigate treacherous waters, facing foes both familiar and alien, while unlocking the mysteries of the GATE and harnessing its unfathomable power. Thus, amidst the stars, a new saga begins for the Galactic Imperium-one that will test its resolve, shape its destiny, and redefine the very fabric of the cosmos. (AN: Each chapters would be very long. So I suggest you read this while relaxing. Maybe with snacks or drinks, if you will. Or tucked in comfortably in your bed. Whatever you prefer.)

Savin spent all his years living in one of the lowest sectors and unlike most people, he loved it. A peaceful and simple life, what more could be better than that. He never expected that his peaceful life would be dashed to pieces because of one unforeseen encounter. Now he was forced to become one of them, the foul Seekers who were cursed to roam the Arch world in search of the Arch Tree. A battle against humans and Enigmas for his survival, and for the survival of humanity. As he maneuvers his way through this disaster, he discovers that the Arch World, its contents and its connection to his world are more than meets the eye.

Pablo Castillo was the worst, the evilest, the biggest criminal in the whole world. He was the ominous figure known as Criminal X. It’s a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who utter it. His past, a mysterious enigma, shrouded in darkness, only adds to the legend of the world’s most notorious criminal. However, Pablo’s reign of heinous crimes comes to an abrupt end when a specially trained military force, an elite group made especially to capture Pablo, finally apprehended him. The capture of Criminal X sent shockwaves around nations, for this man had defied all laws and moral boundaries. The world watched as he was brought to the highest court to face the consequences of a lifetime of malevolence. The International Court of Justice, in a bid to administer justice that matches the magnitude of his crimes, bestowed upon him the most excruciating execution ever conceived. The world erupted in celebration as news of his demise spread like wildfire. An international holiday was declared, a day of liberation from the tyranny of Pablo Castillo. The day was named with triumphant fervor. They all called it—World Independence Day. Pablo Castillo was a man so evil that even the kindest of Gods couldn’t find pity for him. But… Some Gods needed that man. That too, Desperately. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

Despite being betrayed by her boyfriend, the neglected heiress Lariette Elsher is still forced to marry him – all because her family wants to appease the fake daughter. The one she was switched at birth with. Screw this! She's done playing nice! Devasted and enraged, Lariette seeks her friend's help – to pick the best man at her butler cafe to be her contracted husband. Enter Ruediger Alvord, infamously known as the poor outcast of the Alvord family, the Elsher's family nemesis. He proposes to be Lariette's partner-in-crime, to wreak havoc in both families. While Lariette is busy getting her revenge, she fails to notice her contracted husband's strange behavior. She also fails to recognize him from a distant past. Before> Ruediger: I have nothing much on my name but, I can be a good househusband. Lariette: It's okay. I can feed you. After> Ruediger: Do you want that house? It's nothing much. Only one billion. Lariette: Aren't you just... a househusband? Since when is her husband a billionaire?! ---------- WSA 2025 Entry Exclusive cover illustration by @khaizusan (Instagram) Font and design by LotusLin We'll have two main couples in this story. Their romance will be shown simultaneously instead of in different volumes :) First: Neglected heiress FL X hidden bigshot ML Second: Returned with a bun FL X groveling husband ML

Born into a dying world, Kael’thir—the last of the True Dragons—awakens in weakness and hunger, his body frail, his wings useless, and his power little more than a dying ember. But a dragon does not remain weak. A dragon does not remain grounded. From the moment he hatches, he is driven by one purpose: to devour, to evolve, to ascend. Each hunt sharpens his instincts. Each kill strengthens his core. With every beast he consumes, every battle he survives, his power grows. But Kael’thir is not alone. A silent, golden-eyed fox follows him, her presence constant yet unreadable, her existence an enigma wrapped in patience. She watches him hunt. Watches him kill. Watches him change. And yet, she does nothing—waiting for something only she seems to understand. As Kael’thir rises through the realms, he will face ancient warriors, forgotten bloodlines, and enemies who rule with power stolen from the heavens themselves. He will break through the limits of the Mortal Realm. He will claim the skies as his own. And when the gods themselves stand in his way— He will devour them, too. The path to the apex has begun. And nothing will stop the dragon’s ascent. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first work so please be nice

The gods have fallen silent, but their war never ended. Aldric, a young squire turned fugitive, carries the last remnants of a faith on the brink of extinction. Hunted across a world where old prayers are little more than forgotten echoes, he clings to the words of his fallen master and the sacred texts entrusted to him. In the depths of an ancient ruin, he crosses paths with Lysara, a warrior unlike any he has ever known—her past shrouded in mystery, her presence an enigma. Together, they are thrust into a conflict far greater than themselves, pursued by forces both mortal and monstrous. As corruption spreads and ancient powers stir, Aldric must decide what it truly means to stand for something in a world where faith is no shield and power always comes at a price.

Intrigued by the possibility of quick earnings, Jay Garrick, a 23-year-old graduate student, impulsively accepts a dubious job offer. However, this decision takes a harrowing turn when he is abducted and transported to an undisclosed facility. Unveiling the nature of the task, he realizes he's bound to infiltrate a stranger's consciousness and extract concealed information—an irreversible commitment. Within the enigmatic realm of another person's mind, Jay encounters a mysterious entity named X, the gatekeeper of sought-after knowledge. Despite repeated attempts to extract the information, he fails, plunging into a desperate quest for escape from this mental labyrinth. To break free, he's forced to engage in a series of challenges and games orchestrated by X, revealing a fantastical world teeming with dragons, magic, cities, and spaceships—transcending genres. As the stakes escalate, Jay grapples with unraveling the enigma that binds him to this alternate reality. Hidden within the recesses of his mind lies a profound mystery, intricately linked to his past and present. Determined to escape the clutches of his own psyche, Jay must decipher the underlying reasons for this surreal ordeal, ultimately striving to expose the truth that holds the key to his liberation. The question remains: Will he triumph in extracting the vital information and conquer the illusions within, or will he be ensnared forever in this kaleidoscopic maze of the mind?

The Ji oh Joey Saga offers us a glimpse into life in a mysterious and perilous world. While New York City is often portrayed as a bustling metropolis, the city that never sleeps, it hides countless secrets and enigmas beneath its streets. The saga delves into a world where intelligent AI-powered robots aim to replace humans, shifting the technological balance, while creatures thrive beneath a vast, advanced civilization stretching from New York City to the Atlantic coastline and the heart of the Pacific. These creatures encompass a wide variety of species, from humanoid reptiles that closely resemble humans to hybrid Yokai beings with diverse appearances and personalities, reminiscent of the world of Undertale. One of the most prominent races is the demons, who ruled the earth for over a thousand years in "The Great Rift" beneath the surface. In the Ji oh Joey Saga, adventure, excitement, mysteries, and intricate conspiracies unfold, reducing living beings to mere pawns in a vast, complex game. It’s a journey into the depths of human nature and psychology. If this piques your interest, we invite you to join on these journeys. We promise to make every effort to keep it engaging, even though it will undoubtedly be a long ride.

Within an era of peace and stability, the lands were joyous and gratuitous to the Gods, as the epochs before were clouded in the fog of enigma and mysteries. The Calamities, disastrous beasts of old, have long since hidden themselves behind the secrets of the stars, dreaming of a silent world void of light. All the while, above the clouds in the skies, the great demigods, known as the Great Monarchs, rule with supreme authority, empowered by the will of the Gods. Yet, below the surface of this era, these things appear not as they seem. How will Silver, wield the power promised to him, uncover the hidden secrets unfounded, and slay the enemies of the divine?

Loose cultivator Shi Lang gradually found himself in the realm of invincibility. However, when he finally tried to ascend to the higher realm, the spirit of the world was nearly exhausted. So, between his ascension to a new world or the well-being of his home, he chose the latter and sacrificed his life to save the world. Nobody knew what he gave up for the world, and he told no one. Although his sacrifice had gone unsung, there was still someone who witnessed everything. A treasured artifact he carried on his body preserved his soul and let it escape a tragic end. Eons passed. The human race stepped out from the age of cultivation into an age of stellar conquest. The spirit energy in the world was now scarce, but humans found other means to excel. In this highly-advanced time, Shi Lang's soul has found a chance to be reborn. What happens when an ancient cultivator that neared the level of a deity before his first death gets a second chance at life in the space age? ... Cover Credits: ropreker#8513(discord) Fonts and Final editing credits: Not gonna tell y'all. XD

"Chegamos cedo demais" explora o intrigante Paradoxo de Fermi: a humanidade está sozinha no universo porque surgiu cedo demais no cenário cósmico. É essa crença que prevalece no ano 196 do Calendário Espacial, quando a colonização humana em Marte já é uma realidade. Neste mundo futurista, onde o progresso tecnológico convive com desafios sociais, ficção científica e dramas pessoais se entrelaçam. A história segue Marte-1549, um jovem órfão marciano que, ao atingir a maioridade, deixa o orfanato e começa a desvendar o mundo além de seu domo. Acompanhado de Moisés, um amigo e ex-órfão, ele descobre um planeta repleto de contrastes, desde a precariedade de algumas colônias até a peculiaridade de bares que oferecem bebidas exóticas e artificiais. Durante uma visita a um desses locais, os dois recebem uma notícia que abala todas as certezas: a X Company anuncia a descoberta de uma fonte de radiação infravermelha que pode ser de uma Esfera de Dyson, sinalizando a possível existência de uma civilização avançada, do tipo II na escala de Kardashev. Com um universo rico em detalhes e um pano de fundo fascinante, "Chegamos cedo demais" mistura exploração espacial, desigualdades sociais e o impacto de descobertas revolucionárias que podem mudar para sempre o lugar da humanidade no cosmos

Born into darkness, Lucius is marked by an infernal curse—the Mark of the Abyss. This unholy sigil endows him with powers that defy mortal comprehension, yet seals his fate: servitude, rejection, and a grim demise. Embark on a journey with Lucius as he unravels the hidden truth behind the Marks, battles to carve out a destiny of his own, and strikes back against the cruel fate imposed upon him. In a world that shuns him for his cursed existence, Lucius will forge unlikely alliances to challenge those who scorn him. He is driven by a relentless desire to claim a place for himself and his loved ones, no matter the cost. Prepared to plunge into the darkest depths of depravity, Lucius is poised on the brink of a harrowing journey. The ultimate enigma remains: what awaits him in the abyss of his ambitions? Content: -Includes R18 Content - gore - death - NO NTR - NO YURI/BL

"Between Pages and Memories" is an introspective fantasy narrative set in a magical library, an ethereal space that acts as a bridge between the world of the living and the world of the dead. The plot follows Yuuki, a young man trapped in a purgatory of memories, who, accompanied by an enigmatic librarian and other key characters like Minho, must confront loss, the corruption of his memories, and the enigma of a destiny that threatens to crumble. the stability of time and space. As Yuuki explores her diary, which records every moment of her life, a larger conflict is revealed that endangers not only her existence but that of the library itself.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

SABER-1 is more than a soldier— he is a reflection of the choices made in the face of annihilation and the sacrifices required to carry the weight of hope. A lone figure forged in the crucible of relentless warfare, his existence straddles the line between man and machine, embodying both the potential and the peril of humanity's technological evolution. His hulking frame, adorned armor marred by countless battles, evokes awe and fear in equal measure. Yet, beneath the reinforced plating and glowing visor lies the ghost of a man, burdened by the weight of his mission and the impossible expectations placed upon him. SABER-1’s story is one of paradox. He is humanity’s greatest savior and its most chilling reminder of what desperation can create. But with each victory, a haunting question lingers: where does the man end, and the machine begin? As the lines blur, SABER-1 becomes an enigma—a figure of unparalleled strength and relentless determination, whose actions echo far beyond the battlefield, forcing humanity to reckon with what it means to survive and what it means to be human.

[Content Warning: This story contains several dark themes, including death and gore. Please read with caution.] The female lead may or may not display cruelty. (Proceed with caution if you choose to roast her.) _____________ The art of revenge is often a slow burn - calculated, patient and emotionally restrained. But what happens when vengeance strikes instantly? After being banished and dethroned as Luna by her pack Veronica Gordon is betrayed by her fiance' and is brutally murdered by him and his lover,her body shredded for organ trafficking on the eve of her wedding. Death should have been the end,but Veronica defies it, striking a deal for a second chance. Bound to the site of her deminse and granted the powers for her revenge, she transforms the place into Delilah's Inn,an establishment named after the infamous biblical seductress. Her mission is clear: lure and destroy cheating men and their accomplices. Centuries later, Delilah's Inn becomes a legend, immortalised in a mysterious novel with only 200 copies printed every five years. Adonis McCallum, a 24 year old university student and devoted fan of the tale, devours every edition. But his obsession takes a grim turn when he meets the same fate as Veronica - betrayed and murdered by his lover. Instead of passing on, Adonis is sent to the Inn by The Grim Reaper,who hopes to expedite his soul collection. Yet Adonis,with his innocence intact, proves immune to the Inn's seductive power. To escape and reclaim his life, he strikes an unlikely deal with the Grim Reaper: make Veronica fall in love with him - a woman whose heart has been dead for over a century cursed to feel nothing but cruelty. As Adonis navigates the sinister politics,lies and anguish entangled within Delilah's Inn, he must decide if his freedom is worth breaking through Veronica's icy facade - or if her revenge will claim him too. ______ TROPES: •— Werewolf. •—Dominant FL. •—Isekai x Transmigration. •—Dark Romance. •—Betrayal x Revenge. •—Slow Burn (some what) •—Horror?(I'll leave that you to decide) •—Boss × Employee relationship. •—Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine. •— Possessive x obsessive. •— Morally Grey FL. ______ Recommended Reading Theme: Dark. Recommended Reading Font: Lora Or Merriweather. _____ EXCERPT: I walked into the room, my chest still heaving as I stopped in front of her. She sat there, calm and unbothered, as though she hadn’t just spilled blood in the lobby like it was her second nature. Her crimson-polished nails clicked rhythmically against the smooth table. Her gaze was fixed on the open book in front of her—a book she hadn’t turned a single page of all morning. “I see you love standing, Adonis.” Her voice was calm, almost too calm. She didn’t bother looking up. “It was just a hug, Veronica,” I said through gritted teeth. “You shouldn’t have done that. Maya has served you loyally for years—” “Until she touched what is mine.” Her voice sliced through my words, sharp and absolute. I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “What’s yours? What’s the point of being yours when you treat me like… like I’m nothing?” The book slammed shut with a deafening clap. She rose to her feet in one fluid motion, every step toward me deliberate, predatory. Her eyes met mine, cold and unrelenting. “No one touches you but me, Adonis. Good, bad, whatever label you want to slap on it—I don’t care.” My breath caught in my throat, but I forced myself to hold my ground. “That’s not love, Veronica.” She tilted her head, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. “Love?” She laughed, soft but sharp, the sound laced with mockery. “Don’t insult me.”

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.

Act II - Eternal Night: After the events of The Heaven's War, Elise descended further into the dungeon to find that there were actually more vampires in the world besides her, where Enigma, alerted by the fact that she was the owner of the dungeon, descended in haste, where she encountered the greatest joke of fate. Hate surged within Enigma's heart, for she could not believe that the girl in front of her was the spitting image of her late lover. To which Enigma, in an impulse of anger, lets herself go and kills Elise in such a way as to ensure that she will not return. It is here that Enigma remembered. She remembered her past. And all the hatred she felt towards humanity the day Elise died, to which she required a way to make them all pay for their sins, so she decided to release the "Eternal Night". Inconsistent publication in this platform. Monthly in ScribbleHub.

Nestled in the heart of a bustling city, "The Enigma Hotel" stands as an unassuming yet extraordinary gateway to a magical dimension. The hotel only reveals its fantastical nature during specific celestial alignments, creating a hidden realm accessible through its mystical doors.

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*

"Let me take a look." Mr. Wright’s voice was calm, professional even, but his touch—steady and assured as he lifted me onto the desk—was anything but ordinary. His hands, broad and strong, lingered just a moment too long on my arm as he steadied me, sending an unwelcome but undeniable shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying not to notice the way his tie loosened slightly as he leaned in or the faint scent of cedarwood and worn pages that seemed to follow him everywhere. He was close enough now that I could see the faint worry lines etched into his brow as he carefully slid the strap of my uniform off my shoulder. "Alina," he said softly, his voice low but tinged with exasperation, "why do you always end up hurt?" His fingers ghosted over the darkened skin near my collarbone, examining it with the precision of someone who cared too much but tried not to show it. "You need to stop being reckless," he murmured, his tone shifting, softer now. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office, and I’ll deal with them." It was a simple offer, but I had to remind myself, loudly and firmly, that this was my Mr.. The man responsible for my education, not... whatever my mind was trying to turn him into. "Mr. Wright," I started, trying to regain control of the situation—and my racing heart. "This really isn’t a big deal. I can handle myself." His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might argue. Instead, he stepped back, his hands falling away from me as if realizing they’d overstayed their welcome. --------------------------------------------------------------- Alina Hart, a sharp-tongued high school senior, hides behind sarcasm and wit to mask the pain of fractured family life. Shipped off to a prestigious boarding school by a father who no longer sees her, Alina struggles to find her place in a world of strict rules and academic expectations. Enter Mr. Cristiano Wright, a 27-year-old literature teacher whose calm demeanor and sharp intellect make him both an enigma and a fasciChrision. Tasked by Alina’s older brother Ethan to keep an eye on her, Wright finds himself drawn to the complexity beneath her rebellious exterior. In the backdrop of Shakespearean sonnets and Romantic poetry, Alina and Wright navigate an increasingly fraught connection. What begins as reluctant mentorship soon transforms into a tangled web of forbidden emotions, unspoken words, and an undeniable pull that neither can ignore. Set against the bustling corridors of an urban high school and the quiet corners of a library filled with unspoken confessions, Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths explores the fine line between admiration and desire, duty and vulnerability. As Alina and Wright grapple with their feelings, they must confront their moral boundaries and the cost of their choices. Can they maintain the lines they’ve drawn, or will their emotions blur them beyond recognition?

Gregory Evans is called to investigate a terrorist attack and discovers that a radical Islamic group has been recruiting young people to carry out attacks in various locations in New York and there is only one person who can help him in the investigation, an enemy from the past. In a journey marked by deaths and secrets hidden in political relations, Gregory Evans finds clues that will bring him face to face with a shocking revelation and the astonishing truth that we have ignored for so long. Racing against time, Gregory Evans and the Italian mafia enter into a frantic hunt for religious and political assassins, and unravel enigmas, following a trail that may lead to the secret lair where lies the only hope of saving New York City, before it collapses.