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Almond Crowshade was the last surviving human in a dying world whose people failed to conquer the Grand Abyss Labyrinth's 30th floor in time. The world was getting destroyed, and Almond was the last one challenging the 30th Floor multiple times despite the imminent destruction of the planet. He ultimately defeated the Floor Boss on his dying breath by achieving a true awakening, acquiring an X-rank Trait that signified limitless potential. Alas, he won but there was no home or future for what he fought. But a mysterious figure arrived there, feeling pity and amusement. "This is too precious and fun of a toy to let it rot here. You shall reincarnate and climb up to make things interesting." [Transfer to another world commencing…] [Your memories will be sealed, and you will reincarnate in another world that has welcomed Grimworld’s tutorial like this one. Clearing each floor of the Grand Abyss Labyrinth will unlock a portion of your memories, until the 10th Floor upon which you will gain your full memories.] ‘I’m giving you a second chance. This time, you must clear the Grimworld’s tutorial and step onto the big game to make things instresting and entertaining.’ [Good luck.]

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost?

[R18+] In a world where strength rules and the weak are trampled, the ancient martial artist Bi Sangook returns from the dead, reborn in the body of a forsaken child. Betrayed and left to rot for centuries, he has not forgotten his grudge — nor has his thirst for vengeance diminished. With dark magic, ruthless cunningness, and a willingness to commit any atrocity necessary, deception, slaughter, and manipulation, he will carve a path of blood and terror. As he rises from the depths, he will become the most evil force the world has ever seen, and those who stand in his way will learn the true meaning of despair.

The world ended, seven days of earthquakes, volcanic eruption and then came the meteor storm, bringing something worse—mutation. Now, survivors are group into Shifters, mutated humans and normals. Ava Zhang was supposed to be a Normal. Useless. Disposable. Thrown into a military-controlled bunker, she is sorted into Level Three—the bottom rank, where the weak are left to rot. Starving, overworked, and surrounded by desperate scavengers, she realizes that in this world, strength decides survival. But Ava isn’t as powerless her hidden System activates. The Blueprint System—an ability that lets her design and invent anything, from weapons to high-tech defenses. Release Rate (Contracted): Weekday 2ch/day Weekend 3ch/day BONUS: Every Review +1ch (use +)

Hwayeong’s Hilarious Struggle to Flunk Out of the Crown Princess Selection! Hwayeong’s peaceful life is turned upside down when her younger sister, inspired by rumors about the Crown Prince’s less-than-stellar appearance, submits her name for the Crown Princess selection without her consent. For Hwayeong, who loathes the very idea of stifling palace life, it’s a nightmare come to life. So, she comes up with a cunning plan: To delay her arrival at the imperial palace no matter what! However, her carefully laid plans are thrown into chaos when, out of nowhere, a galloping horse nearly tramples her. Furious at the reckless rider, she takes off after him through the bustling streets, her anger fueling every step. It’s only when she skids to a stop, heart pounding, that she looks up and realizes she’s standing before the towering gates of the very place she swore she would never go. “I won’t let this slide. Just you wait!” Confronting the rider later that evening, Hwayeong demands an apology, but instead of showing remorse, he arrogantly dismisses her complaint. Enraged, she impulsively hurls her shoe at his back in an act of defiance. Days later... Her frustration turns to horror when she learns the man’s true identity—he’s none other than the Crown Prince himself, the very focus of the competition she’s been dragged into. Though initially panicked, Hwayeong refuses to give up. Her new goal? Become such a nuisance to the Crown Prince that he’ll have no choice but to kick her out and send her back home! Unfortunately, the Crown Prince has no intention of playing along with her schemes... “You’ll rot here for six full months—completely, thoroughly, and absolutely!” Now caught in a battle of wills, Hwayeong must decide: Can she outsmart the Crown Prince and escape the confines of the palace, or will her rebellion only tighten the chains around her? #Romance #Comedy #Romanticcomedy #History #Loyalty #Prince #Unrulyheroine Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by JeongHyun All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 정현, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

Once a notorious death row inmate, Crazy had no memory of his past. Only a life spent rotting away in a padded cell, his only concern, the Rats. His reality was a gray blur, defined only by isolation and confusion. But everything changed when he was suddenly dragged into a fantasy world, summoned as a 'Hero', and got a mysterious 'System' painfully and forcefully integrated into him. Now, free in an unfamiliar realm, Crazy is determined to unravel the mystery of his past and the strange yet familiar world he’s been cast into. But with his fractured mind, godlike strength, and a hidden, terrifying secret... He may be more dangerous than anyone realizes. What kind of man is he, and what does he truly want? Survival? Redemption? Or something far darker? But still, crazy is crazy, after all. (Rewrite)

In a world where tombs hold the relics of forgotten gods, only the strongest raiders survive. Han Mujin was supposed to die. Sacrificed in a ritual, left to rot in the depths of an ancient tomb. But instead of death, he awakened the Attack Raider System—a power that lets him grow stronger the more he fights. Now, he doesn’t just raid tombs—he kills the gods inside them. Survive brutal tombs where the dead don’t stay dead. Battle hunters who kill raiders for their loot. Crush rogue deities who see humans as insects. Climb the ranks—from C-Class rookie to the executioner of gods. When the Elder Gods descend, demanding his head, Mujin’s response is simple— “Let them come. I’ll kill every single one of them.” help boost the novel with Power Stones! Drop comments, share theories, and let’s make this story legendary together! The hunt begins. Will Mujin conquer the tombs, or will he be buried inside them?

-----[WSA 2025 ENTRY]----- I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me. The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength. Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power. For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me. Then I woke up. Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed. Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it. The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both. They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune. Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

Having spent her childhood confined in chains, Alice was a child who knew neither love nor joy. Scorned by her family while being tortured in the name of the greater good for years, she grew numb to all feeling and thought. That is, until one day, a man in black offered her a chance to escape. There were once rumours widespread of an endless hell, a land of glorious death and dreadful opportunity. Fools went in search of it, and the clever never ventured into it. Only when its baleful mysteries spilled unto the earth did all hear its name — the Abyss. A single drop of its blood could give someone the power to control shadows, move faster than sound, or strength greater than the strongest man. Yet, it all came at a cost; the blood would always make sure those who consumed it became part of the Abyss, with one exception — Alice. Cast away by her own blood, it was her destiny to rot in a gilded cage. But, that fateful day changed everything. Gifted a second chance at life, a chance to turn her life around and claim vengeance against her family, a chance to dive deep into the Abyss and gain the power to govern her own fate, Alice took his hand, unaware of the destiny unfolding before her. Discord: https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va Author Notes: This is my third book, going to take what I learned from before to improve. This book will be focusing on plot, action, depths of character bonds and overall a darker tone/take on this cruel fantasy world I've cooked up for this book! If you give this book a try, I hope you enjoy! A very different experience and tone to Nanomancer Reborn.

ABGESCHLOSSEN! Schnipsel: Vor einem Jahr wurde Raine aus der Nervenheilanstalt entlassen und musste im Waisenhaus leben. Es war nicht der beste Ort. Zumindest nicht für jemanden wie sie. Bis sie eines Abends auf ihn traf. *** Er hielt den Wagen an. Sie klammerte sich fester an die Decke und Raine fragte sich, ob sie etwas falsch gemacht hatte. Sie konnte es spüren, als Torak seine Hand nach ihr ausstreckte. Wird er mich schlagen? Raine schauderte bei diesem Gedanken. Torak zog ihr den Kapuzenpulli vom Kopf und strich ihr sanft das Haar hinter das Ohr. "Tu das nicht." Sagte er fest, "Ich will dich sehen, versteck dich nicht..." ************** "Der Geist des Schutzengels wird dem Menschenkind neues Leben einhauchen. Drei Schutzengel werden wieder in die irdische Welt hineingeboren werden und ihr drei werdet ihre Beschützer sein." "Beschützer!!!?" Jedrek schnaubte. Schließlich blieb er stehen, drehte der Mondgöttin den Rücken zu und blickte sie aus der Ferne an, seine Augen glitzerten rot vor Zorn. Seine Wölfin war wütend. "Warum glaubst du, dass wir dir helfen werden?" fragte Kace und verengte seine obsidianschwarzen Augen, während sein Wolf die Kontrolle über ihn übernahm. Er war der Jüngste der drei und der am wenigsten temperamentvolle unter ihnen. Die drei waren von Selene verflucht worden, weil sie mit ihrer Wildheit die höchste Macht und Autorität anstrebten. Die Mondgöttin segnete sie zur Strafe für ihr grausames Verhalten nicht mit einer Gefährtin und zwang sie, sich an diesem tödlichen Krieg mit den Dämonen zu beteiligen. "Ihr wollt uns zu Sklaven für diese kränklichen Kreaturen machen!?" fragte Torak ungläubig. "Habt ihr keine Angst, dass wir sie in zwei Hälften reißen?" Der Schutzengel war so zerbrechlich und sie als Lykanthropen wussten die Schwächen nicht zu schätzen. "Nein, das werdet ihr nicht." sagte Selene geduldig. "Du wirst nicht ihr Sklave sein und sie nicht verletzen, du wirst sie in jeder Hinsicht wertschätzen." Jedrek lachte bedrohlich, als er das hörte, die Wiederauferstandenen der Bestie waren ihnen egal, sobald sie ihr Territorium betraten, mit oder ohne Schutzengel, würde er ihren Körper in Stücke reißen. "Ich werde der letzte Mensch sein, den sie sehen werden, wenn ich sie finde." Er bezog sich sowohl auf den Schutzengel als auch auf den Dämon. Aber die nächste Stimme von Selene war von Heiterkeit durchzogen, als sie sprach. "Du wirst deiner Gefährtin nicht wehtun." ============================ Sitzung 1 (Kapitel 1 - 394) : Torak Donovan - Raine (abgeschlossen). Sitzung 2 (Kapitel 395 - 628) : Kace Donovan - Hope (abgeschlossen) Sitzung 3 (Kapitel 629 - 1083) : Jedrek Donovan - Lilac (abgeschlossen) Session 4 (Kapitel 1084 - in Arbeit) : Nebengeschichten ============================ Dies ist eine Werwolfgeschichte und natürlich eine Fantasy! Da jeder seine eigene Version des übernatürlichen Lebens hat, versuche ich hier, meine zu schreiben. Wenn du schon andere Werwolfgeschichten gelesen hast, wirst du wissen, dass es Ähnlichkeiten und Unterschiede gibt. ============================ ***Vorsicht! Englisch ist nicht meine Muttersprache, daher besteht die Möglichkeit, dass Sie grammatikalische Fehler finden (ich habe es nicht absichtlich getan), wenn es Ihnen unangenehm ist, lassen Sie es mich bitte wissen, damit ich es korrigieren kann. *Du bist gewarnt worden ^^ Jede konstruktive Kritik ist sehr willkommen! .......................................................................................... ##Meet me on instragram : jikan_yo_tomare ##Cover by: @Gisel.arts Schau dir meine anderen Geschichten an: **PURPLE DAWN TILL DUSK: am liebsten durch die Zeit **DIE GESCHICHTE DER DÄMMERUNG

Alan Yokob was a name feared in the underworld—a ruthless hitman, a ghost in the night. But even ghosts can be hunted, and he is also hunted by his enemies. However, his story did not end here. Because death was not the end. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer on Earth. Instead, he found himself in another world known as Kirath, a world once saved from destruction, now rotting under the weight of human greed. Hundreds years had passed since the fall of the Demon King, and without darkness to balance the light, mankind had spiraled into chaos—warring, polluting, and forgetting the gods who once protected them. Alan was not reborn as a hero. He was brought here as a harbinger of vengeance. Not to save Kirath, but to punish it. His mission is clear: raise the demons, restore the balance, and remind humanity of the fear they have long abandoned. They thought they had escaped the darkness. They were wrong.

The dead don’t lie. But sometimes, they whisper things you were never meant to hear. Forensic pathologist Orion Blackwood has spent his career cutting open the dead. But there’s something he never tells anyone—when he touches a corpse, he hears its final words. A dying breath, a muttered name, a cryptic warning. The problem is, they only speak once. And if he doesn’t understand them in time, the truth rots away along with the flesh. One night, a mutilated woman is wheeled into his autopsy room—no fingerprints, no ID, as if she never existed. As Orion reaches for his scalpel, the corpse’s bloodless lips part, and in a ragged whisper, she speaks: “Don’t let him find you.” Then, her jaw snaps shut. Her body goes cold. And Orion realizes something is very, very wrong. The next day, she disappears from the morgue. No records, no evidence, no proof she was ever there. Even the security footage shows only Orion, standing alone in the room. As he searches for answers, the whispers of the dead become more insistent. A faceless figure watches from the corner of his eye. His own reflection moves a fraction of a second too slow. At 3:33 AM, his phone rings from an unknown number—on the other end, he hears his own voice, whispering something he cannot understand. The deeper he digs, the more the truth unravels. And buried at the center of it all is a terrifying secret: Orion Blackwood is not supposed to be alive.

In the neon-drenched slums of Galvaris Prime, survival isn’t just a struggle—it’s an art. Sol, a resourceful young tech scavenger, has spent his life outsmarting gangsters, corrupt enforcers, and the ever-watchful eyes of the megacorporations that rule the city. But when a job goes wrong, he finds himself on the run, caught in a web of secrets far larger than he ever imagined. With only his wits, his skills, and an experimental system whispering in his mind, Sol must navigate a world where power is everything, and those without it are left to rot. The deeper he delves into the underbelly of the city, the clearer it becomes—his past, his future, and his very existence may hold more value than he ever realized. To break free, he’ll need to become more than just another forgotten remnant of the slums. (Usually post 3 chapter every night, sometimes more)

"In order to survive the future great war, we must take drastic measures. We need to summon warriors and train them before time runs out." Thus, millions of earthlings were reincarnated in an alien, medieval world governed by swords and magic to save its prophesied doom. Among those individuals, one's situation inexplicably deviated from the others. Thrust into a rotting house in a ghostly body, Adam found himself bound to a wailing baby. With a heavily damaged soul and the snarky remarks of a system, he began his years-long quest to recover his body. Armed with his mind, he'll educate the baby and slowly watch him turn into a good youth. However, he would have to make a choice: suffer as a ghost until he finds an alternative that might not exist, or possess his body and reincarnate. He was far from imagining how dangerous this world full of possibilities could be, prompting him to question everything he knew... Including himself and this world's intentionally blurred history. ********************************************** Discord server: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp Note: The MC is not a supporting character or hidden master. It's his story, motivated by his choices and battles, not the baby's. Please don't fall for prejudices like 'I know where this is going,' because spoiler: you definitely don't. ********************************************** What you can expect: -A living world with its own lore. -Each character has their own motivations and desires. -Moral grey story. -An MC who grows and learns little by little. -A long but epic quest.

Chen Huaian's Story (Modern World) Single HeroineInnovative ConceptVirtual Companion + Pay-to-Enhance "I'm Chen Huaian, terminally ill with stage IV cancer. These final days found me obsessed with *Eternal Companion* - a VR girlfriend simulator. I emptied my savings buying her cultivation manuals^3 and magical artifacts through in-game microtransactions^2. Though bankrupt, I smiled watching her pixelated form flourish... until the day she gifted me a Nine Revolutions Golden Core Pill. When the glowing elixir materialized in my palm, I realized - this was never just a game. My digital darling might hold the key to cheating death itself." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Li Qingran's Story (Cultivation World) Fallen ImmortalWorld Fusion CrisisReverse Harem Potential "I'm Li Qingran - disgraced prodigy stripped of cultivation^3, left to rot in a thatched hut. When death seemed certain, an anonymous benefactor began transmitting divine energy through my jade slip. Under their guidance, I rebuilt my spiritual roots^3 and ascended as Cangyun Realm's Sword Sovereign. Now cosmic forces conspire to merge our dying world with an emerging spirit-rich dimension^1. Even celestials face annihilation in this coming convergence. I'll scour the nine heavens to find my mysterious patron. They saved my dao - I'll shield their mortal form through the apocalypse... and claim them as dual cultivation partner!"

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.

**This book is in the viral competition. Support me by adding to library, gifting power stones, and golden tickets** . . Perhaps out of mercy, Ava Whitlock found herself reborn before all the tragedies - before her public image was ruined, before her career ended, before her real family disowned her existence and she was brutally murdered by the fake daughter her family had. . . All Ava Whitlock ever wanted in her whole existence was to have a family of her own, one which adored her and reciprocated her love. Her adoptive family were abusive, and when her real wealthy family descended from heaven, Ava thought the universe finally answered her prayer. Her prominent family were the owner of the Whitlock's conglomerate, the largest conglomerate in Lebron City. She had three powerful brothers: Jerome, the general manager of the conglomerate; Noah, the director of the conglomerate's firm; and Caspian, the best software engineer in all of Lebron City. Ava thought she had it all, but what she never expected was that her real family wanted nothing to do with her. They saw her as an eye-sore who was here to claim the position of their fake daughter, and they made no attempt to hide that they preferred the fake daughter to their flesh and blood. . On her death bed, Jerome, Ava's eldest brother asked, almost laughing, "Ava's at the point of death?" Her mother hissed before replying almost immediately, "Good. Let her rot." "Why are we being informed about this?" Noah, Ava's second brother asked. "Ava is no longer part of the Whitlock household after the little stunt she pulled. It's sickening that she still bears my household's name legally, but don't call me even if she's dead," her father said dryly. . . In this life, Ava had another mission. To stop her name from getting ruined publicly, and to earn her family's respect instead. She didn't care about her family's love anymore. But a lot of things changed in her new life that she didn't have answers to. How did she end up with three other guardian angels?! And why did they address her as their lovely little sister?! Also, how did she have a fiance in this new life who was dotting on her?

[Congratulations! The system will guide you to find a handsome and kind husband in the apocalypse!] After being killed by the demon king, the demon queen had a second chance to live in the body of a woman in the apocalyptic world, Medeia Vega. Their planet has apparently been hit by cosmic radiation, causing living things to mutate and develop unique abilities. People with weak mental states couldn't keep their humanity and turned into monsters, while the survivors had to fight those monsters endlessly to stay alive. Her main mission in that world was to find a kind-hearted husband, but it just so happened that Medeia also built a safe haven for people. Would she be able to find the man of her dreams in the apocalypse? ———— [Before dating a kind hearted man, you should also have a pure heart!] "Fuck." [Foul language detected! Penalty minus 20 points!] "Damn you—" [Foul language detected! Penalty minus 30 points!] "You shitty system, how dare you keep reducing my point?! I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!" [Foul language detected! Bad curse detected! Penalty minus 100 points!!!] ——— NOTE: This is not HAREM story The story is set in a post-apocalypse mutated world, so there will be; - monsters - mutant abilities - action - romance - smut?? let's see~ ––— The cover is mine, please don't use it!

WARNING: [R-18] SOME CHAPTERS MAY INCLUDE MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT! NO RAPE! Long ago, the Sun and the Moon fell in love with each other and flew around the world together. Until the Sun deceived the Moon and slept with the Morning Star. The Moon's heart was shattered and decided to hide herself in the darkness of the night. With regret and to seek forgiveness, the Sun stayed and set on a never ending journey by day in search for his long lost lover. It was said that the stars were the tears of the Moon, illuminating the night to conceal her grief. And for a thousand years, she waited to meet the Sun to inflict the same pain he had given her. It was believed that when the two finally meet, the Moon will turn into bloody red to bring death and chaos. ********************************************* Betrayed. Murdered. Abandoned. She despised the existence of the werewolves and vowed to destroy them in her next life, but only to be reborn as one of them. ********************************************* Amelia was the eldest daughter of Magnus Stanford—the noblest King of the human race. She was once the famous Luna of the most powerful pack in Terraria. Although considered just an average beauty for a princess, her kindness and purity were remarkable. To maintain peace between races, she was sent to Alpha Lucian of the werewolf clan to be his wife and Luna. But just after three months of her ascension, her world turned upside down. She was betrayed by none other than her husband. Murdered and left to rot in an unknown place, her wish to be reborn was granted eighteen years after, only to find herself in the body of a werewolf—a rogue and a fugitive. Even though she had nothing, her new self had an exceptional beauty, enough to capture the heart of any man who takes a glimpse of her. Learning about the downfall of her father's kingdom and the near extinction of the human race, she had to find all means to enter the Kingdom of Elysium, the one who truly holds the power among all the immortal race. Her goal? To be the bride of Elias Lagerfeld—the next Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and heir to the Elysian throne.

Eternal Dusk – A Dark Apocalyptic Fantasy The world is ending—not in fire, but in an endless twilight where the screams of the fallen are swallowed by the void. The gods are gone. The heavens have rotted. All that remains is war. In the heart of this dying world, Modred stands at the edge of oblivion. A warrior born from the ashes of a broken past, his crimson eyes burn with a fury that even death cannot smother. He does not fight for hope. Hope is a lie. He does not fight for justice. Justice died long ago. He fights because there is nothing else left. Beyond the walls of Astria, the last kingdom standing, the forces of the Pantheon tighten their grip. The gods may be gone, but their shadows remain—whispering, corrupting, devouring. When the call for war echoes once more, the Deicida Squads—executioners of the divine—are sent into the abyss. Some will rise as legends. The rest will be forgotten. But in a world where death is a certainty, Modred knows one truth: You don’t pray for salvation. You carve it from the corpses of those who stand in your way. Eternal Dusk is a dark apocalyptic fantasy where brutality and vengeance walk hand in hand. In this world, there are no chosen heroes—only those willing to kill before they are killed. And when the dusk finally fades... will your name be remembered, or buried with the fallen?

I couldn't sit and watch my parents rotting bodies. I did what they did. Suicide. But I got reincarnated to a different world where adventure happens. My mission is simple. Since my parents died. I figured they might be here. I will find them. Even if it means it's costing my life. I wanted answers. Wait, wouldn't they be a different person? My age? Oh no this is not going to be easy.

The world of Anexia is rotting. The Mist has taken hold over entire continents and continues to spread, not content until the entire world is under its control. Raorka, along with his mother Zoe and father Zack, are thrust into this world after an accident. However they wake up at different parts of the world. Raorka wakes up near the Domed Town of Temuril, where inhabitants speak of the cursed dragon in the woods and the exiled witch who teaches magik...for a price. Zack wakes up near the town of Odania where the red cloaked Chianti Hunters battle against the tyrant mayor and the last Great Kingdom. Zoe awakens near the abandoned Church of Laments, where the cries of persecuted nuns echo, praying for the return of their Goddess and her blessings. Now they journey separately, desperate to reunite with each other amidst the chaos of a dying world.

The most mighty of the Known have used the others, and themselves, to create a final sanctuary against that which cannot be understood. The only working defense against the ever-changing is what it cannot be. Something static. The stability of existence. * * * Referred to by the Known as [All], and Firstborn of the [First Foul], Leon Oaken. 'I have Integrated... but what is my Rank? My Skills? The [Status] doesn't even display my Stats...' The boy who was meant to command reality, was revoked of this right. Instead he was forced to wield the idea before existence. 'What is [Null]?' ============================= In a world bound by illusions, he seeks the truth. Among those who inherit might, he forges his own path. And in an existence steeped in stagnation and rot, he dares to bring change. Even if it means becoming what should not be. ============================= *WSA 2025 ENTRY* Hi! I recommend reading until chapter 15. Leon did not reincarnate, transmigrate, or regress. The story follows him since his birth, so I have to establish his character first. And that will take a few chapters, so, the side characters will have more screentime at the beginning.

Varfaún is on the brink of war. The once great kingdom now rots under the rule of King Arrand Galborn, a tyrant whose hunger for power has twisted the land and its people. His armies march under a banner of blood, and in the blackened depths beneath his fortress, something far more sinister stirs. Delwyn Aldsund was once Galborn’s sworn bodyguard, until she betrayed him. Sentenced to death, she awaited the executioner’s blade, only to be rescued at the last moment by a mysterious cloaked elf, Vaelor. Now hunted by the king’s elite ‘Black Hounds’, she flees across the fractured realm, burdened by questions without answers. Why did Vaelor save her? And what horrifying truth lies at the heart of Galborn’s growing power? With the rebellion rising and dark forces creeping into the world, Delwyn and her unlikely allies must make a desperate journey to Ember Peaks, the last bastion of hope. But what awaits them is beyond anything she imagined, a hidden stronghold, a council of leaders who know more about her past than she does… and an ancient weapon of legend lies beneath the mountain. The war for Varfaún has only begun.

In den letzten drei Jahren hat Ariana Ari Harlow alles für ihren Mann gegeben. Die beiden haben geheiratet, weil ihre Schwester in der Hochzeitsnacht weglief, weil sie den Gerüchten glaubte, dass die Nelson Corporation bankrott sei. Ari liebte Noah, seit sie sechzehn Jahre alt war, sie dachte, ihr Traum würde wahr werden. Sie wusste jedoch nicht, dass ihre Schwester ihr eine Falle gestellt hatte, und es war nicht der Beginn ihres neuen Lebens, sondern ihre neue Hölle. Sie war gezwungen, ihre Ausbildung zur Ärztin aufzugeben, weil die respektvolle Mrs. Nelson nicht wollte, dass ihre Hände voller Blut waren. Ari war einverstanden. Noah zuliebe wurde sie eine perfekte Ehefrau, die sich um ihre Schwiegereltern und ihren Mann kümmerte. Ihr Mann schämte sich für sie, und ihre Schwiegermutter glaubte, dass ihre Schwester Ariel gut zu ihrem Sohn passen würde. Doch Ari ließ nicht locker. Sie dachte, dass sie eines Tages das Herz ihres Mannes erwärmen würde. Aber sie erwischte ihn dabei, wie er ihre Schwester küsste! Mit gebrochenem Herzen beschloss Ariana, sich von ihrem Mann scheiden zu lassen, doch irgendwie fand sie sich mit Nicolai verstrickt. Dem Feind und Rivalen ihres Mannes. Sie waren nicht füreinander bestimmt. Aber Nicolai scheint sich nicht um die Widrigkeiten zu kümmern, die gegen sie sprechen. Vielmehr war er entschlossen, in Aris Leben einzubrechen und alles in Brand zu setzen. In seinem Vollrausch hielt er sie einmal an der Kehle gegen die Wand einer schäbigen Kneipe: "Du kannst es leugnen, so viel du willst, Prinzessin, aber du willst mich." Sein Blick schweifte über ihre schwere Brust, und seine Augen verdunkelten sich, das Rot wirkte ungelenk, besitzergreifend, als wolle er ihr die Seele aus dem Leib reißen und sie in seinen eigenen einbetten. "Ich wette, wenn ich einen Blick darauf werfe, wirst du tropfnass für mich sein." Hitze flammte auf Arianas Wangen auf, als sie knurrte: "Halt die Klappe." "Zwing mich", sagte Nicolai, als er seine Lippen auf ihre presste. Seine Küsse brannten sich in ihre Seele, und seine Wärme versengte ihre Haut jedes Mal, wenn sie sich berührten. Sie dachte, dass es ihr größter Fehler war, sich mit Nicolai einzulassen. Doch Ari merkte bald auf die harte Tour, dass es viel schlimmer als ein Fehler war, von einem so schönen Albtraum begehrt zu werden. Und die Dinge werden noch komplizierter, als ihr Mann die Wahrheit über alles herausfindet. "Schieß mir ins Herz, Ari", sagte Noah, als er die Mündung der Waffe dorthin brachte, wo sein Herz lag. "Denn ein Leben ohne dich ist eines, das ich nicht will, also töte mich oder komm zurück. Ich flehe dich an." Jetzt, da Nicolai sie vor die Wahl gestellt hatte, würde Ari sich in ihn verlieben und sich in ein Leben voller Gefahr stürzen? Oder würde sie zu ihrem Mann Noah zurückkehren, den sie liebte, seit sie sechzehn war? Und würde Ariana der Gefahr ausweichen, die im Dunkeln lauert und darauf wartet, dass sie einen Fehler macht und alles verliert, was ihr lieb ist? Würde sie den Schlüssel zu all den Geheimnissen finden, die sie an Noah und Nicolai sowie an ihr verdrehtes Schicksal binden? ******* Auszug: "Es geht nur um Geld, nicht wahr? Nimm es und verschwinde", rief er und warf Ariana die schwarze Karte ins Gesicht. Ariana traute ihren Ohren nicht, als sie hörte, wie ihr Ehemann oder ihr zukünftiger Ex-Ehemann sie so demütigte. Drei Jahre. Ariana Harlow gab Noah Nelson drei Jahre, und doch, als sie ihn dabei erwischte, wie er ihre ältere Schwester Ariel küsste, sagte er genau das zu ihr. "Ich werde mich von dir scheiden lassen", erklärte Ari und ging. Sie ging mittellos, aber Ari stolperte über Nicolai. Der Feind und Rivale ihres Mannes, der Mafiaprinz der Lonest City, ein berüchtigter Bastard, der für seine gewalttätigen Neigungen bekannt ist. Das unglückliche Zusammentreffen brachte sie in Nicolais Weg, und schon hatte er ein Auge auf sie geworfen. Als sie sich das erste Mal trafen, bat Nicolai sie, ihn zum Essen einzuladen. Als sie sich das zweite Mal trafen, übergab er ihr eine Million Dollar. Als sie sich das dritte Mal trafen, erklärte er: "Du wirst gut in meinen Armen aussehen, was sagst du, Prinzessin?" ********

I was nothing but a mindless, rotting corpse, shuffling through the darkness—until a party of adventurers cut me down. That should have been the end. But instead of eternal rest, I woke up in the body of a noble. Fancy clothes, a sprawling estate, and servants calling me "Young Master." Sounds like a dream, right? There’s just one problem… I still have zombie instincts. Table manners? A nightmare. Holding a conversation? Harder than dodging a fireball. And apparently, calling the meat "too fresh" makes people really uncomfortable. Just as I start adjusting to this bizarre second life, my battle-hardened siblings return with unsettling news—monsters acting strangely, whispers of an ancient hunger awakening. And when I take my first bite of monster meat, I realize something terrifying: My hunger isn’t fading. It’s only growing. But the deeper I dig, the clearer it becomes—this hunger isn’t just mine. The Tower is waiting. The heavens are watching. And hell is ready to welcome me. https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/106105/i-died-as-a-zombie-then-woke-up-a-noble-and-became https://www.scribblehub.com/series/1440061/i-died-as-a-zombie-woke-up-a-noble-and-became-an-adventurer/

Billy Black never expected much from life, but even he didn’t think his own parents would sell him to demons for a sack of cursed gold. Betrayed and sacrificed, he awakens in the depths of Hell—not as some chosen hero or prophesied warrior, but as property. Stripped of his humanity and thrown into the lowest pits of the underworld, Billy is sold to a band of demon slavers and dragged into the Blood Crucible, a brutal gladiator arena where the damned fight, die, and rot for the amusement of their infernal masters. Weak and outmatched, he is nothing more than sport for the crowd—until starvation pushes him to do the unthinkable. In a moment of desperation, Billy devours the flesh of a fallen demon, its corrupted essence seeping into his bones. The transformation is slow, agonizing—his body warping, his mind darkening, his humanity slipping away. But with each bite, with each kill, he becomes stronger, faster, something not quite human anymore. His unnatural evolution catches the eye of Lady Vaelith, a widowed demon queen with a throne to protect and enemies circling like vultures. Intrigued by his potential—and aroused by his growing ferocity—she buys him from the pits. But not as a warrior. Not as a champion. As her consort. Billy refuses to be tamed, but the abyss is patient, and Vaelith knows how to turn fire into something even deadlier. As he spirals deeper into the pleasures and horrors of Hell, the question remains: is he still a man fighting for freedom, or has he become something far worse?

The Cataclysm. The end of the world. When one wakes up in a world destroyed with rot and overtaken by the undead, survival should be one's number 1 priority. However survival is no longer an option. As he awakens one day, Marcus finds that he is no longer alone in this world. Ever. [It is only through experiencing death and destruction... that you will truly know the meaning of suffering.] [And the demented nature of humanity.] [And what better place to experience such things... than in a world which has been ruined?] This is the story of a man and a monster. [Man and monster... are they not one and the same?] This is the story of Number 7. A Note to the people of Scribblehub and Royal Road: I have posted this story on all of the above sites, and this statement can be taken as proof of ownership to the story for approval purposes.

Zombies appeared all over the world after the planet was subjected to a culture shift caused by an enigmatic mystery party. But out of this apocalypse those with 'powers' started to emerge, can civilization rebuild itself and prove that Science should remain the foundations of humanity or would another avenue be more successful in these trying times?