Real Spider Man

He awakend - yet all was veiled. The lilt of birdsong, the hush of falling rain, the argent glow of a solemn moon - all gone. Even the tender smile of his mother, once warm as spring's first breath, had faded into something strange, something forgotten. The world around him... alien. Estranged. As though it had never known him at all. But in the night prior, he dreamt. And in that dream, a pathway unfurled - a treacherous descent into the depths of his own soul. There, amidst echoes and phantoms, he was tested - mind, flesh, and memory - by trials carved of sorrow and sin. But now he wonders If he walks this path to its bitter end - If he remembers who he was - Will it mark the conclusion of his torment... or merely the genesis of a far crueler truth?

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now?

Acompaña a nuestro protagonista en un extraño mundo de fantasía como un LizardMan, donde encontrará varios desafíos y se romperá su percepción sobre lo que creía que sería un Isekai, conocerá la amistad, el amor, la pérdida y el odio, así como su búsqueda del poder para sobrevivir en estas hostiles tierras.

being with a man you know you can never have for yourself is very hard because of the difference in your status siting at my workplace a middle age woman asked me to be with her son for a whole year , though I love that because I have a family in my village that I need to take care being the first child in a very poor family is kind of hard and your father having a poor health I have to give up my dreams for my younger ones when I was just 18

A girl awakens in a vast meadow of violet flowers, a crystal lake stretching endlessly before her. She does not know her name. She does not know why she is here. Memories elude her, slipping through her grasp like water. Yet something lingers—an echo of something lost, something buried. When a chance encounter pulls her into a world brimming with power, deception, and whispers of an unraveling fate, she must confront the one truth she cannot escape: Some things are forgotten for a reason. But in a world where the past refuses to stay buried, how long before it comes for her? Author here: Starting from 2/25/25, I have been updating all the chapters. I recommend that readers who have already read them take the time to reread everything :) UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY.

--- : A War Beyond Meaning Before Reality had a name. Before even Time dared to move forward— There was only Somewhere. A realm beyond comprehension, vast and alien to all things. In this incomprehensible void, a cosmic war raged between two forces: Existence:NOTHINGNESS and the Unknown. This was no ordinary battle. It defied logic, defied order, defied even the laws of contradiction. Blows were struck not with weapons, but with meanings. Each side, infinite and paradoxical, tore at each other with everything they were. And at its climax, something happened. They broke each other. Both wounded beyond repair, Existence:NOTHINGNESS and the Unknown collapsed. The war paused—not ended, merely delayed. It would return, someday, when the stars were right and the cosmos once again stirred with dread anticipation. Until then… EXIN, the embodiment of Existence:NOTHINGNESS, must recover. He must prepare. Before his wounds drag him into dormancy, before he is lost to timeless sleep—he must arrange something. But what? Even the author does not know yet. And that is why you must keep reading. --- Edited with chatgpt

In the fog-choked city of Vullum, death blooms in silence. Lenora is an apothecary wrapped in ritual scars and silk—a masked woman cursed to feel the hearts of others with a single touch. Feared by the living, haunted by forgotten rites, she walks the streets like a myth wearing gloves. When bodies begin appearing with no wounds—only expressions of overwhelming sorrow and spider lilies blooming from their chests—Lenora is forced into an uneasy alliance with Dorian Vale, a cynical investigator with ice-blue eyes and secrets deeper than his sarcasm. Together, they unravel a string of deaths that echo a ritual buried in Lenora’s own past. A past tied to a boy named Cassian. A moon that bled. And a vow whispered by something not quite human. As the city turns against them, and the dead begin to remember, Lenora and Dorian must confront the truth behind the Heartbinder rite—before love becomes the final curse.

Empires rot behind golden walls. Magic flows—but only for those who can pay in blood, coin, or power. Heylel has none. He is a slum rat scraping by on the underbelly of a dying city. He is prey. Until the day he kills the only man who ever showed him kindness. That night, something colder takes root in him. Not regret—resolve. If the world is built on cruelty, then he will master its game. He will weave webs in the cracks of noble halls. Trap lords and mages alike. From the filth, a new predator will rise. The Slum Spider. —————————————————— [A/N: Take the tags seriously. I don't want to here complains about an evil mc doing evil things.]

Meet the world's most powerful protector, American Man. Preparing to retire and embrace a life of leisure, he faces one final mission: to locate his missing assassin demon wife, prevent a body-hopping junkie from selling the planet to aquatic invaders, and rescue his only son from a sinister scheme involving dissection, cloning, and the mass production of American Man T-Rex Murderous Hitlerbots

"High school life: the most memorable phase of life. A time full of joy, happiness, dreams, and excitement. But what if your life's most cherished memories turn into a nightmare?"

The Rebirth: life can be a fucking joke if you where on the other side of life. jamesvon love you be happy and live a simply life regardless of if is rich or not just having the most important and he is ok. so how can life tease him by bring what he never thought of and the take it back with his life as extra.only to found out who he was and his purpose.

[Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme violence, torture, and abuse.] "You are nothing but a toy—a plaything for the gods. Why resist the inevitable?" Alan's voice was laced with contempt. "For a man. For a woman. For a father. For a mother. For a son. For a daughter. For the broken. For the dreamers. For those who prayed and believed. I am their salvation," Hmu Hmo proclaimed. Alan's laughter erupted—Ha! Ha! Ha!—each burst sharp and mocking, amused by the man's resolution. "Salvation? No—you're their ruin. Their reckoning!" He seized the girl's hair, forcing her tear-streaked gaze to meet Hmu Hmo's eyes. "Death doesn't flinch before you...but—what about her?" —Schhhhrrkk. … They said the world is cruel and that the gods—or whoever is up there—are evil. But what is evil? Beasts devour beasts. Men slay men. Is the devourer evil? Is the slayer evil? Or was it the one who was devoured, the one who was slain, the one who lost? In every fairytale, the hero always defeats the villain. But was the hero always righteous and the villain always evil? Indeed, only the purest heart can receive the hero's calling or the blessing from the gods. But if the gods are evil, was it the villain who was called? This story follows the tragic lives of Hmu Hmo, Alan, and a dozen other characters—each connected to them in one way or another, or is essential to the unfolding events of the world. As these characters strive to achieve their goals, they may fall victim to the world's wickedness—or even become the embodiment of evil itself. They will accomplish feats worthy of song, yet commit crimes that make your skin crawl. As the story progresses, the line between hero and villain will blur. Was it Alan? Was it Hmu Hmo? Or was it someone else entirely—someone unexpected? Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, including torture, slavery, sexual abuse, and self-harm. While these elements are not the central focus of the work, they are essential to the characters' experiences and development. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

The prince of the kingdom is actually a vampire who comes to every village to find delicious blood. He came to a village to look for delicious blood and actually finds but the guy wasn't obedient so he tries to kill him but the older brother of that young guy comes and begs to spare him. Somehow, he gets spared but in return, he gets in trouble. The prince finds the older brother's blood delicious.

"After his reckless hunting, a hunter is cursed by the gods, losing his son to a rare illness. But his son is transformed into a wolf, the hunter's worst enemy, and the twisted web of magic, fate, and trials will eventually cross their paths one final time."

Lucky a young man aged 20 suddenly finds himself in the body of a young man called Len fang. Transmigrated to a cultivation world, where he had just been killed, lucky could only feel dejected and panicked that is until he received the system.... The Omni system. One of the thousands of system you would find in a cultivation world. Lucky finally felt happy seeing such a system but it seems he and the systems relationship needs some working. From creating the supreme shura palace which took over the entire world, to travelling across dimensions and universes, to visiting the most bizzare places all to satisfy his desires. This is a story left for your wildest fantasies. .................... This novel will be filled with a lot of weird things as well as languages. The mc will be chaotic neutral and he will have no remorse for all of his actions. He will have no leeches Cough! Cough! I mean female leads who will be of his time except some few who will say some wise shit and end up getting didified the next. If you love a villian mc with a lot of humour as well as slaughtering, this will be your new wife.

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real

"...cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken...(Genesis 3:17, 19)"