Marissa Haze

"M... Marissa! Sind das meine Kinder?" Rafaels Augen wichen nicht von den niedlichen Gesichtern der Kinder. "Nein, Rafael. Das sind sie nicht", sagte Marissa mit einem gespielten Lächeln, "Es sind nicht deine. Weißt du noch?", sie klimperte dramatisch mit den Wimpern, "Wir waren nie verheiratet!" Marissa Aarons ältere Schwester Valerie Aaron hat ihren blinden Freund an ihrem Hochzeitstag sitzen lassen und ist abgehauen. Um ihr Gesicht zu wahren, flehte Marissas Familie sie an, Raphael Sinclair zu heiraten. Die Ironie dabei? Sie durfte ihrem blinden Ehemann nicht sagen, dass sie nicht Valerie, sondern Merissa Aaron war. Am Tag von Raphaels erfolgreicher Augenoperation erfuhr Marissa, dass Valerie zurück war, um ihren rechtmäßigen Platz als Sinclaires Schwiegertochter einzunehmen. Marissa versuchte ihrem Mann zu erklären, dass sie diejenige war, die mit ihm verheiratet war, aber er glaubte ihr nicht. Anstatt ihn weiter zu überzeugen, beschloss die untröstliche Merissa, die Stadt zu verlassen, ohne ihm ihr Geheimnis zu verraten. Raphael Sinclair war die klassische Definition von umwerfend schön und der einzige Erbe der Sinclair-Industriegruppe. Was würde er tun, wenn er erfuhr, dass die Frau, die ihm die ganze Zeit ihre Liebe und ihren Körper angeboten hatte, nicht Valerie, sondern ihre jüngere Schwester Marissa Aaron war? Wie würde er reagieren, wenn er erfährt, dass er der Vater der Babys ist, die Marissa in ihrem Bauch trägt? Würde er Marissa nachgehen und sie zurückgewinnen? Und die Millionen-Dollar-Frage! Würde Marissa ihm jemals verzeihen und ihn wieder lieben können?

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan wakes up in a mysterious world, bound by a curse that clouds his judgment and forces him into choices he never wanted to make. Struggling with guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the consequences of his actions while uncovering the truth behind the curse and his place in this strange new reality.

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

follows Samuel Viddic, a detective burdened by loss, guilt, and an unrelenting past. When his beloved wife Charlotte dies unexpectedly, his world fractures, leaving him lost in a haze of memories and sorrow. But grief does not grant him solitude. An old acquaintance, Sir Harold, pleads for Samuel’s help—his daughter, a journalist, has vanished without a trace. As Samuel searches for her, he is drawn into a labyrinth of secrets, where truth is elusive, reality warps, and unseen forces seem to manipulate fate itself. His pursuit forces him to confront his own demons, his wife’s enigmatic final words, and the possibility that the world he thought he knew is a carefully constructed lie. With each step deeper into the mystery, Samuel finds himself at the precipice of something beyond mere human understanding—where faith and reason collide, where the dead whisper truths, and where destiny is not just written, but sealed. Can Samuel unravel the secrets buried beneath time itself? Or will he, like so many before him, become another lost witness to a fate he was never meant to escape?

Thrown back into the fragile body of her 15 year old self after a near death experience, Nnenna wakes up in a cold and loveless household, an adopted child meant only to keep the true child company. Rejected, ignored, and treated like a shadow, she had once quietly accepted her fate. But this time, things are different. Armed with a mysterious Love System, Nnenna gains the power to turn hate into love, one mission at a time all over the world. From mending broken friendships to healing hearts torn by betrayal, she earns "Good Points" that slowly transform the world around her. Yet, as her actions ripple outward, so do the echoes of her past life. Forgotten secrets resurface, her true origins, her parents' fates, and the shocking truth about those she left behind. Along her journey, two figures emerge from the haze of her past and present, a soul she thought she had lost forever and another who had been by her side all along. Both bring the promise of love, but will either of them earn her heart when she finally learns to love herself? With every mission, Nnenna discovers that love is a powerful force, not just for others but for the girl she’s becoming. But what happens when the cost of love threatens the second chance she’s fought so hard to build?

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

"M... Marissa! São meus filhos?" Os olhos de Rafael não se desviavam do rosto adorável das crianças. "Não, Rafael. Eles não são," disse Marissa com um sorriso falso, "Eles não são seus. Lembra?" ela piscou os cílios de maneira bem dramática, "Nunca fomos casados!" A irmã mais velha de Marissa Aaron, Valerie Aaron, abandonou seu namorado cego no dia do casamento e fugiu. Para salvar a aparência, a família de Merissa implorou para que ela se casasse com Raphael Sinclair. A ironia? Ela não podia dizer ao seu marido cego que não era Valerie, mas sim Marissa Aaron. No dia da bem-sucedida cirurgia de olhos de Raphael, Marissa ficou sabendo que Valerie havia voltado para tomar seu lugar de direito como nora dos Sinclair. Marissa tentou explicar ao marido que era ela quem havia se casado com ele, mas ele não acreditou. Em vez de tentar mais convencê-lo, a desolada Merissa decidiu deixar a cidade sem contar seu segredo. Raphael Sinclair era a clássica definição de galã e o único herdeiro do Grupo Sinclair de Indústrias. O que ele faria ao descobrir que todo esse tempo a mulher que lhe ofereceu amor e seu corpo não era Valerie, mas sim sua irmã mais nova Marissa Aaron? Como ele reagiria ao saber que era o pai dos bebês que Marissa estava esperando? Ele iria atrás de Marissa e reconquistaria seu amor? E a pergunta de um milhão de dólares! Marissa seria capaz de perdoá-lo e amá-lo novamente?

"M... Marissa! Apakah mereka anak-anakku?" Mata Rafael tak berpaling dari wajah anak-anak yang menggemaskan itu. "Tidak, Rafael. Mereka bukan," Marissa berkata dengan senyum palsu, "Mereka bukan milikmu. Ingat?" dia berkedip dengan dramatis, "Kita tidak pernah menikah!" Kakak perempuan Marissa Aaron yang lebih tua, Valerie Aaron, meninggalkan pacarnya yang buta di hari pernikahannya dan kabur. Untuk menyelamatkan muka, keluarga Merissa memohon kepadanya untuk menikah dengan Raphael Sinclair. Ironisnya? Dia tidak diperbolehkan memberitahu suaminya yang buta bahwa dia bukan Valerie melainkan Marissa Aaron. Pada hari operasi mata Raphael yang berhasil, Marissa mengetahui bahwa Valerie telah kembali untuk mengambil tempatnya yang seharusnya sebagai menantu perempuan keluarga Sinclaire. Marissa mencoba menjelaskan kepada suaminya bahwa dialah yang menikah dengannya, tetapi dia tidak percaya. Alih-alih meyakinkan lebih lanjut, Marissa yang patah hati memutuskan untuk meninggalkan kota tanpa memberitahunya rahasianya. Raphael Sinclair adalah definisi klasik dari sangat tampan dan adalah satu-satunya pewaris grup industri Sinclair. Apa yang akan dia lakukan ketika dia mengetahui bahwa selama ini wanita yang menawarkan padanya, cinta dan tubuhnya bukanlah Valerie melainkan adik perempuannya Marissa Aaron? Bagaimana reaksinya ketika dia mengetahui bahwa dia adalah ayah dari bayi-bayi yang Marissa kandung di rahimnya? Akankah dia mengejar Marissa dan memenangkan hatinya kembali? Dan pertanyaan senilai jutaan dollar! Akankah Marissa bisa memaafkannya dan mencintainya lagi? ```

"M... Marissa ! Sont-ils mes enfants ?" Les yeux de Rafael ne se détachaient pas des visages adorables des enfants. "Non, Rafael. Ils ne le sont pas," Marissa dit avec un sourire forcé, "Ils ne sont pas les tiens. Tu te souviens ?" elle battit des cils de manière assez dramatique, "Nous n'avons jamais été mariés !" La sœur aînée de Marissa Aaron, Valérie Aaron, a abandonné son petit ami aveugle le jour de leur mariage et s'est enfuie. Pour sauver les apparences, la famille de Merissa l'a suppliée d'épouser Raphael Sinclair. L'ironie ? Elle n'avait pas le droit de dire à son mari aveugle qu'elle n'était pas Valérie mais Marissa Aaron. Le jour de la chirurgie oculaire réussie de Raphael, Marissa a appris que Valérie était de retour pour reprendre sa place légitime en tant que belle-fille des Sinclair. Marissa a tenté d'expliquer à son mari qu'elle était celle qui avait épousé, mais il ne l'a pas crue. Au lieu de le convaincre davantage, le cœur brisé, Merissa a décidé de quitter la ville sans lui révéler son secret. Raphael Sinclair était l'incarnation même de l'homme incroyablement séduisant et était le seul héritier du groupe d'industries Sinclair. Que ferait-il lorsqu'il apprendrait que tout ce temps la femme qui lui offrait son amour et son corps n'était pas Valérie mais sa sœur cadette Marissa Aaron ? Comment réagirait-il en apprenant qu'il était le père des bébés que Marissa portait en elle ? Chercherait-il à retrouver Marissa et à la reconquérir ? Et la question à un million de dollars ! Marissa serait-elle un jour capable de lui pardonner et de l'aimer à nouveau ?

Clouds are mist in the eyes of Immortals...... The divine gaze kept as the witness by the weavers of destiny brings forth judgement upon the crown of Celeste. Yet the rising waves and breaking tides in the sea of stars are all but a drop of tear in her eyes. A journey of eons through three realms, when the overseer peers through the haze in those eyes........ What does she find? This is the tale of the Overseer journeying through three realms as she redefines the fate that belongs to her and her destiny.

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

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."

Einar Stonbrol's life in modern times was a bleak one. A struggling alcoholic, he wandered aimlessly, void of purpose or direction. His days blended together in a haze of cheap liquor and broken dreams. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Reborn in a fantasy world, Einar finds himself in a realm where magic and mythical creatures reign supreme. At first, he's as lost as ever, but something within him stirs. Perhaps it's the thrill of battle, or the camaraderie of his newfound companions, but Einar begins to awaken to his new life. As he navigates this strange new world, Einar discovers that his past experiences – though marred by alcoholism – have granted him unexpected advantages. His tolerance for pain and hardship serves him well in the face of danger, and his sharp wit, once dulled by alcohol, now proves a valuable asset. Determined to make the most of his second chance, Einar sets out to become the strongest being in this realm. He faces formidable foes, forges unbreakable bonds with unlikely allies, and uncovers hidden secrets about his past and the world around him. The mantle of "The Forsaken" follows him, a reminder of his past life's struggles and his newfound purpose. Einar's journey is one of redemption, as he battles to overcome the demons of his past and forge a new destiny. Will he find a way to balance his ambition with the bonds of friendship and the greater good, or will the shadows of his former life consume him once more? In "Einar the Forsaken," the lines between legend and reality blur, and the fate of a world hangs in the balance. Join Einar on his epic quest to reclaim his life and forge a new legacy.

About two hundred and fifty years ago, Earth was a thriving planet filled with bustling life. Having been governed by humans for thousands and thousands of years, if not a million. They had advanced through the ages, continuously creating and making all sorts of inventions in their search for knowledge and power, till they had enough to destroy the world. And yet these things weren’t what almost ended the world, wiping out entirely ninety nine percent of Humanity, and led them to the depth of extinction. Instead it was the Reckoning. The Day Of Reckoning as they called it, took Humanity on a bright lively day like any other. Manifesting Diabolical Creatures across the world as Earth’s atmosphere became corrupted, their lands soiled as it devoured them… Yet in the midst of all these, while the future seemed bleak and non-existent. Along with the disaster brought to Earth, A New Era Opened. A world where most Humans chose to Inherit the Will of their Predecessor and become Bearers, thereby gaining special powers, bizarre abilities also known as Will. … And here we have Flynn, an orphan without any tiresome sad past who could have just lived his life like a common person, protected from the horrors of the world. No ambitious or vengeance quest to seek strength. But after living through the Tribulation, he somehow Inherits two Will. -Only to be thrown into a haze of ancient mysteries, and lurking dangers that hoped to claim his life. Striving hard as he could, he hopes to confront the Unseen Beings behind the wheel... and kill them all.

Esterio Caelan’s a visionary, a tech savant forging a device to hurl humanity into a perfect dawn. His mind’s a furnace of brilliance, his invention a heartbeat from revolution. But there’s a shadow in the static—a voice not his own, clawing at the edges of his sanity. The world’s warping fast: spires of bone and light stab the sky, runes pulse like wounds in the dark, and the air hums with menace. Something’s stirring. Something older than gods, sealed beyond the stars when angels still sang and demons bowed. Esterio’s creation isn’t salvation—it’s a lockpick for a cage that’s held since creation’s first scream. His allies see glory, deaf to the cracks splitting the earth, blind to the wings and horns flickering in the haze. He sees it now: every circuit he solders isn’t a step forward—it’s a drumbeat summoning a war between heaven, hell, and something worse. Gods whisper promises, angels sharpen their blades, demons lick the shadows—and Esterio’s the fulcrum. One spark left. He could crown humanity’s future—or crack reality wide open for a reign that predates light itself. Time’s bleeding out, and the choice is his.

In a world where power and ambition reign supreme, Lina Ray stands as an unshakable force. A cold, ruthless woman who has carved her empire in the worlds of fashion and music, she refuses to believe in love. Hardened by experience, she sees emotions as nothing more than distractions, weakness she cannot afford. Christian Romano, the formidable Charming ASURA of the underworld, a man of pragmatism and ambition. When their worlds collide amidst the grandeur of Italy, fate weaves a tangled web, drawing them inexorably closer together. As Lina and Christian embark on a tumultuous journey of collaboration, their connection deepens, transcending the boundaries of their disparate lives. As they navigate a ruthless battlefield of ambition, betrayal, and control, their partnership is tested at every turn. But when dark forces threaten to dismantle everything they've built, will Lina and Christian remain adversaries, or will their connection become their greatest strength?

Ray's world narrowed to the searing pain as the whip cracked against his back. He sat in the darkness of his jail cell, hands tied together with heavy chains. His older brother, fueled by rage, stood over him, the whip raised for another strike. "You're useless, Ray!" his brother spat. "If you hadn't been born, I wouldn't have lost the Battle of Terrestria! You're a curse, a plague on our family!" Ray's mind recoiled in confusion. What was his brother talking about? He hadn't even been there... wherever "there" was. He didn't know what the Battle of Terrestria was or why it mattered. The only thing he knew was pain. As the whip cracked again, Ray's thoughts dissolved into a haze of agony and hatred. He was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who wronged him. Against his family, who treated him like trash. Against the world, which seemed determined to crush him. But Ray's story is far from over. As he found an ancient, mysterious tome hidden away in the depths of his prison. The book's yellowed pages held secrets that would change Ray's fate forever. As he dives into the book, he may be dragged on a path to ruin or greatness... a path that would lead him to be a teacher, a conqueror, a leader, a general, a soldier, a protector... a path that will make him the most sought-after man in the entire... well, we'll get to that later

Dark events occuring in Sadie's life will cause her skills tree to awaken and sprout with stats as long as she's able to cultivate them properly. #antihero #litrpg #progression ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep within the dilapidated Sinclair district of the city, amidst the crumbling remnants of a nameless temple, an intrepid archaeologist delved into its ancient catacombs. He unearthed an otherworldly artifact near one of the sealed coffins—a muddied relic emanating an eldritch aura that stirred unease in his excited heart. Upon peeling the layers, he found it to be a vase crafted from porcelain and jade and identified strange writings on its side. With each careful stroke, more details unraveled. The letters were that of a forgotten tongue, seemingly appertaining to an extinct civilisation, but what was clear is that it was wrought by a master's hands. Then suddenly, the dark of the cave seemed to spread, as the archaeologist attempted to escape the encroaching darkness that seemed to materialize from naught, a desperate fumble caused the artifact to slip from his grasp. The precious vase, steeped in the weight of forgotten wisdom, tumbled through the air, its delicate form shattering upon impact with the jagged rocks. In that fateful moment, a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and pulsating energies burst forth, dispersing through the atmosphere. as if a rainbow pierced the heavens and rain poured forth on unwitting denizens. The city's population inhaled the strange color particles, their very essence became entwined with the mystical forces unleashed. Thus, a metamorphosis unfolded—a phenomenon that bestowed upon the citizens a tapestry of extraordinary powers, each intricately tied to the primal instincts of the animal kingdom. Some found themselves endowed with awe-inspiring abilities, harnessing the strength of lions or the agility of cheetahs. Yet, amongst the transformed throngs, a young woman named Sadie awoke to a different reality. As the veil of slumber lifted from her weary eyes, Sadie discovered herself transformed into Sloth Girl—a being defined not by raw power, but by an unparalleled languor that seemed to stretch time itself. While others were psyched in their newfound might, Sadie found herself sedated of care, a somnolent haze permeating her every fiber. She had gained the knowledge that when a civilisation collapses, spirits reincarnate in other lifeforms and all had to be redone again. Dreading such a restart from scratch. Her purpose became to slow the frantic pace of a world always rushing headlong towards its own ruin. The weight of her eternal existence and the burden of time's unending flow tested her resolve. She wished to understand the true purpose behind evolution and sought to unravel the mysteries of the relic as a gateway to learn the secrets animating her strange universe. Hoping that one day, she will gain respite from the eternal cycle of chaos and creation.

In the heart of a ruthless city where power and ambition rule, Selena Carter, a brilliant but struggling architect, crosses paths with Adrian Wolfe, a cold and calculating billionaire with a mysterious past. Their meeting is accidental, but their connection is inevitable. Adrian offers Selena a deal—one that could change her life forever. He needs a temporary fiancée to silence his enemies, and she needs funding to save her late father’s collapsing firm. But neither of them expects the lines between pretense and passion to blur so dangerously. As they navigate a world of secrets, betrayals, and high-stakes business rivalries, an unexpected enemy emerges from Adrian’s past, threatening to tear them apart. Will their love withstand the storm, or will the ghosts of their pasts destroy them?

"Accidentally hitched to an ice-cold tycoon," Isabella, fueled by a night of revelry, unknowingly signs a contract with a cold and ruthless billionaire, Ethan Vanderbilt. As the haze of alcohol clears Isabella realizes the grave mistake she's made.

Marie always thought her life was meant to be spent as an afterthought. As a girl whose parents favored her boyfriend, whose final sacrifice to save him led to her downfall, and whose life ended in a painful haze of regret, she'd convinced herself that her existence amounted to nothing. Even her own death was a decision she made—not out of courage, but despair. But death, it seems, wasn’t the end. When Marie awakes, she’s no longer the broken girl on a hospital bed but Elisha, the young daughter of a fallen dukedom in a world unlike her own. With beauty and noble blood, Elisha’s face is a reflection of a life of privilege and expectations, in contrast to her sad and pathetic life from before. However, this new life of hers is at risk. The dukedom teeters on ruin, enemies close in, and her position as a noblewoman shackles her to the whims of others—this time in a medieval aristocracy. Will she be able to protect her future and great life once and for all, or will she befall the same fate she has already faced?

Within a desolate realm, where discarded worlds were stitched together, a rupture tore open, releasing a small child into the fragmented expanse. Above him, the sky revealed three eerie moons, while an ominous black mass loomed ominously in their wake. Disoriented and engulfed by a putrid stench, the child awakened amidst a swamp, its twisted trees groaning under an oppressive haze. In the distance, the echoing caws of crows intensified the sense of foreboding. A haunting figure emerged, laboring behind a cart laden with lifeless bodies. Fear and confusion gripped the child's heart as he began to grapple with the enigma of his own existence. Who was he, and what dire fate led him to this grim landscape? The grinning figure drew closer, exacerbating the boy's terror. Unbeknownst to him, his journey would unveil a profound transformation—an ascent to become the embodiment of fear itself, or perhaps... a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

1000 years ago the ether caves gave the earth what it need to heal, the ether crystal. The next great industrial revolution began! But as we all know, everything comes at a cost...but this cost out weighed most. The planet healing, and the uses for the different types of ether crystals being discovered payment came do 500 years ago when the haze beast attacked; Taking with them a quarter of the worlds population over night! But the blessed decided it was time to reveal themselves to the world, teaching others the powers of the gods! The saint family being the first to step forward and protect the unburdened from the beasts. The beauty of the world began to come back as the haze beast were pushed back enough and giant walls placed around there dwellings, making it easier to deal with their numbers. Half the population of the human race dead. * * # * * But this isn’t a story about the gods and their blessed! This is a story of myth, the story of the hunted, the story of the damned. This is the story about the things that go bump in the night. This is the story of the families who go back to the time before we drove in cars, before we destroyed the world, the time of dragons and magic, knights and paladins! The stories of those that started at the beginning of time itself. The story of the primordial families, the cursed families. But let’s start with the story of the Blackwaters, the story of Ayden, the story of the Primordial Lycan!

Born as a Yūmenka, cursed with the Four Paths of the "Lesser Revelations of Light," Haze's life was marked by fear and captivity. Seen and treated as a weapon, a mere pawn in a game, he dreams of breaking free from the chains of his demon-possessed fate. But when whispers of power and divinity emerge, Haze faces an impossible choice: remain bound to his cursed origins or defy the world to seek rebirth and redemption. Can a soul forged in darkness rise to claim the light?

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.*

In a world where dangers constantly threaten earth, and monsters lurk just beyond.. Heroes rise up, and stop these calamities from happening. Gifted with special powers, these Heroes defeat evil beings called 'Hazes.' and protect the world total destruction and the evil that lurks. Max, our protagonist, has been cursed from the beginning, he was born with no powers and yet always dreamed of becoming a hero, yet he was super smart, so he got into a gifted school. there he was bullied, and ridiculed. Max gets a vision about a place that could get him what he wanted, upon arriving he was caught by a strong entity. Giving up all hope, he h uttered his last words. "I curse this existance." Now Max has the power to protect those he love and show what It means to be a true hero, but what's a hero without hardship? Read more to find out what happens to our protagonist, and how he overcomes his problems. 4 chapters/week Saturday or Sunday

Woken up with no memories, mind in a vague haze, can Yugo find purpose to his existence? His life up to this point had been brutal, spending his time locked away in a room that might as well have been his coffin, undergoing pain after pain, trial after trial. Perhaps he could escape his confines, but that was a long shot away.

is the realm of Tenebrous, where the skies were perpetually shrouded in a deep, blood-red haze, the demon lord Xorax ruled with an iron fist. His power was feared throughout the land, and his legion of demonic minions trembled at the mere mention of his name. But Xorax's greatest treasure was not his army, nor his dark magic, but his eyes. For they were the windows to his very soul, and they held the power to see into the hearts of all who dared to oppose him.