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In a fractured world stitched from silence and ash, strength is power, and forgetting is survival. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for. Not glory. Not vengeance. Just a reason to keep going. He was cast out before he could understand why. Shaped not by rage, but by endurance. And when he enters one of the last awakening academies on Earth — a world untouched by the hidden powers that rule from the shadows — he carries with him no ambition, no faith, only the will to live. But in a reality layered with masks and myths, survival demands more than strength. It demands questions no one dares to ask. Truths no one survives uncovering. Some claw their way to power to protect what they love. Some walk the path for salvation. But what happens to those who were never given a path at all? Because in the end, he may not be the world’s hero… Only its final witness. ------------------------------------------------ First time writing anything, please bare with me

The world is stitched together by ancient, living forces - luminescent strands known as Threads. Invisible to most, these ethereal filaments bind memory, power, time, and soul. Only a rare few, known as Threadbearers, can perceive and wield them. But the Threads do not merely grant power - they remember, they whisper, and sometimes... they choose. Cael Solari is a drifting orphan raised among the forgotten, scraping survival from a dying land. But when he touches a silver thread in the heart of the Wastes, he is awakened - not only to the power woven through the world, but to the burden that comes with it. Now marked by something older than gods, Cael begins a journey to understand the Threads, and the fragments of history they carry in every strand. But he is not alone. Alaryn Vei - an enigmatic girl who commands flame like music - walks the same path, not as a companion, but as a rival. Her power burns brighter than Cael's, her purpose clearer. And as their threads tangle again and again across the ruinous continent, it becomes clear that one of them will forge the future - and the other may have to fall. As Cael travels through the fractured remnants of fallen kingdoms, he uncovers lost civilizations, meets other Threadbearers - each twisted by their own understanding of power - and slowly learns that the Threads are not tools, but witnesses of something far greater. Something returning. Thread by thread, Cael pieces together the truth behind the Threadfall war, the Forge-born, and the coming unraveling of reality itself. With 100 unique characters - each bearing their own mindset, history, and connection to the Threads - this is not just a tale of magic and might. It's the chronicle of a world fighting to remember what it was... and one boy trying not to lose himself in what it's becoming. In the end, Cael must answer a single, shattering question: Do the Threads serve those who wield them... or do they simply bind the strongest until they break?

Alternate Title: Stray: Beyond The Pale Gates Katsunori’s life was defined by distance—emotional, social, even spatial. A quiet, talented kid with too many ghosts in his house and not enough room in his chest to name them all. He didn’t want to be special. Just seen. Just remembered by someone who wouldn’t leave. But the world moved on without him. The people closest faded first—his father, his best friend, even the girl who used to squeeze his hand without asking. He became background noise in his own life. And then came the alley. The flickering light. The copy of his face waiting at the end of it. The last thing he felt was the ground tilting. Not falling—just… folding. When he woke, his name was gone. His body wasn’t his. And the world didn’t want him. They called him Stray. He was not summoned. Not chosen. Just dropped—into a world built on forgetting, where memory itself could kill, and the only person who didn’t flinch was a girl named Morana who spoke like death but watched like a mirror. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who survives by remembering what should have broken him. Memory as magic. Memory as weapon. Memory as identity. Monsters born from thought. Worlds stitched from emotion. Slow-burn tension, cosmic scars, and grief that bites back. Psychological warfare, emotional anchors, and a scythe forged from love and pain. The long walk toward a name. And the harder truth of earning it.

The world is a lie, stitched together by threads no one dares to see. Except him.” When Klein hart awakens in a world not his own, he bears a Thread that should not exist — a shifting, unstable mark that warps reality around him. In this realm, every soul is bound by the Loom of Truth, an invisible force that weaves the fabric of existence through nine ancient Threads. Most follow the flow. A rare few can weave it. But Klein’s Thread doesn’t belong. Hunted by secret factions, haunted by visions of something watching from beyond the veil, and burdened by a Thread that twists between life and death, he must uncover what he truly is before the Loom unravels him — or worse, before he unravels it. To survive, he must walk the Path of Convergence, unlock the Root Thread buried within his soul, and face the Watcher behind his eyes. Because in a world built on truths... ...nothing is more dangerous than a lie that thinks.

In a world where power is stitched into your skin, having no ability means you're nothing. Leia Crows was born into the most powerful family in the city — and cast out as a disgrace. Branded an E-rank with a worthless thread-based ability, she became a ghost in the shadows of legends. But when a forgotten book awakens her true potential, Leia begins to weave more than clothes — she stitches enchantments, illusions... and rebellion. From the gutters of exile to the halls of elite academies, from combat cloaks to reality-warping garments, Leia will rise through the ranks. Her thread will tie fates, break hierarchies, and unravel the world's greatest secret: Abilities can evolve — and so can legends. This is the rise of The Seamstress.

Love is like a wound at first. Tender. Bleeding. Almost beautiful. But the longer it’s open, the deeper it carves. Until it’s all you are—skin, nerves, obsession. Too late for me. She’s already under mine. They said I was dangerous. Violent. That I craved control. That I liked watching men beg. Maybe I did. But I never touched her like that. Not until she begged me to. They dragged me from our home. Said she needed saving. Said I was the threat. But they don’t see her the way I do. How she watches me from the dark. How she smiles when I break. Now they keep me locked away, stitched in white walls and silence. But I hear her at night. Her voice in the vents. Her breath behind the mirrors. She’s coming back for me. And when she does, I’ll burn this place down. Because love like this doesn’t die. It devours. Discord channel: https://discord.gg/HaY42x5g

In the heart of modern Delhi, where chaos hums beneath every honk and silence carries secrets, Aarvi Kapoor feels everything—too deeply, too precisely. A brush of cloth, a whispered lie, a door slammed miles away—her skin remembers it all. But when her once-normal life begins unraveling with visions she can’t explain and memories that don’t belong to her, Aarvi realizes this is not just sensitivity. It’s something… more. As she drifts through grief, betrayal, and the stillness of loneliness, chance encounters pull her into a quiet storm of others like her—each one tied. Strangers who seem drawn to her, yet connected by invisible threads stitched long before they ever met. But not every thread leads to safety. When old friendships turn hostile and mysterious powers awaken, Aarvi is forced to confront a past that hides more than pain—it hides purpose. Haunted by a girl in a coma, stalked by shadows no one else can see, and entangled in a connection with two boys—Rishi, the soulful musician who hears truth behind every word, and Tanav, the quiet photographer who sees things yet to come—Aarvi must decide: Is she meant to hold the threads together… or is she the one meant to unravel them? Some threads heal. Others cut. The sixth? It never lets go.

"201th, 202nd…" Zhou Can, an Intern of Tu Ya Hospital, a Grade A Provincial Tertiary Hospital, would silently count every stitch he finished. His target today was to complete 300 stitches and fight for a place in the House Officer recruitment two days later. [Congratulations on completing your 100,000th suture and triggering the EXP system. Medical skills and surgery practice can be obtained.] Zhou Can shook his head hard. What the hell is this? Something even more magical happened as he thought about it. An interface appeared in front of him. [Zhou Can, Intern.] [Pathology Diagnosis, Level Two. Current EXP: 89.5/100. Outstanding House Officer-level diagnosis ability.] A surgical legend was in the making.

In the heart of a bustling Nigerian town, Zainab is known as the quiet, modest tailor with golden hands and a perfect smile. Her clients adore her. Her neighbors respect her. Her life seems flawlessly stitched—until a mysterious stranger walks into her shop and unravels everything she’s tried so hard to conceal. Beneath the layers of Ankara and silk lies a haunting past, a forbidden love, and a truth that could destroy her family’s name. As old wounds resurface and new desires bloom, Zainab is torn between duty and desire, silence and survival. How long can she keep sewing perfection when her own life is falling apart at the seams? A tale of secrets, sacrifice, and the kind of love that dares to exist in the shadows. The Tailor’s Secret is a gripping urban drama that pulls you in, thread by thread.

» [SYNOPSIS]: Loading... » [ERROR]: Corrupted / Error... » [SALVAGING]: In 3... 2... 1... A nameless player has been stuck in the same world for an unknown length of time. The system forbids him from logging out, even debuffing him without mercy for his repeated attempts. He failed two cycles and was about to fail his third. On the character 'Daedalus', it was supposed to be a no-death run—but that proved impossible, as the save file 'Daedalus' was corrupted upon dying at the Celestial Tower of Babel's peak, compromising his future cycle. As a consequence of his failure, in his fourth cycle he wasn't allowed to make a new custom character. Instead, the rogue AI-tier system picked an already pre-existing one to transmigrate into. His new body proved to be a lot weaker. Not only that, his memory has missing gaps in it, as the tier system tried its best to stitch together his original self as best as it could from the corrupted fragments. But before the character 'Daedalus' died, he was given a privilege: a 1,000-word allocation budget across 20 different tags encompassing various themes—Love, Hate, etc. This 1.000-word budget is immune to memory corruption. Each Tag, along with its assigned words, grants a buff or debuff based on how high or low his sanity level. Now, it is up to the player to decide how to spend his 1K word budget on five selected tags. He won’t remember what he picked, but they will be revealed to him as he grows stronger in his new cycle. A cycle… in a far weaker body. Trying not to let his Sanity drop below the threshold. » [SYSTEM]: Synopsis End...

In a world where survival is earned through blood and Contract, five strangers awaken in the ruins of a Trial designed to kill them. Silas, haunted by memories that aren’t entirely his. Senya, the sharpshooter with a mind like a scalpel. Jex, fire-born and reckless, burning for redemption. Nira, stitched together by science and ghosts. Torren, the feral giant whose rage speaks louder than words. Together, they survive the Hollowforge—a living nightmare that devours the unworthy—and emerge changed. Marked by the Forge. Chosen by Remnants long thought lost to myth. But surviving the Trial is only the beginning. Labeled heretics by the Tribunal and hunted by the very system that forged them, the newly formed team—now called the Ashbinders—must navigate a fractured world ruled by corrupted Remnant Contracts, forbidden Boons, and ancient gods hiding behind broken laws. As the power within them grows, so does the cost. The Remnants whisper. The Tithe stirs. And at the heart of it all, a long-buried truth begins to surface: > One of them will ascend. One of them will fall. And one of them was never meant to live. In a war between what humanity has become and what it tried to bury, the Ashbinders must decide whether to break their Contracts... or become something far worse.

“If you’re enjoying the story, do tap ‘Add to Collection’ or leave a comment! It keeps me going!” Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the K-pop group SEVENTEEN. The real names and personalities of SEVENTEEN members are used fictionally with the utmost respect and love. This story is purely fictional and is not meant to represent the real individuals. I do not own SEVENTEEN or their likeness. No profit is being made from this story. Two ordinary girls. One extraordinary group. A shared dream that brings them to SEVENTEEN’s world—where friendship blossoms, love quietly takes root, and the line between idol and heart becomes beautifully blurred. Nian and Xuanye never imagined they’d end up living under the same roof as the 13 boys who changed their lives through music. What begins as awe and awkward encounters soon turns into laughter, late-night talks, and memories stitched with music, vulnerability, and love. But the world of idols isn’t easy—and falling in love with one might just be the hardest lesson of all. A fanfic filled with slow-burn romance, emotional bonds, healing moments, and the power of believing in yourself when your heart whispers, “This is real.”

They call themselves Éternel—a troupe of five elegant performers whose charm entrances every crowd. But behind the velvet curtains lies obsession, betrayal, and a plan stitched together with secrets. As the leader’s lost love resurfaces, the group begins to unravel. Some are loyal. Some are liars. And some… have no idea what they’ve been dragged into. In a city of chandeliers and shadows, the real performance is just beginning.

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve. Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish. Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others. In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle. Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper: Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked. If you're a fan of Classroom of the Elite, this is a must-read. This story dives deeper into the mind games, power struggles, and emotional manipulation fans love—where strategy isn’t just survival, it’s everything. Here, trust is a trap, feelings are weapons, and the smartest player isn’t always the loudest. Let the games begin. "Do well to check my other book." "Infernal Ascendancy".

Desan doesn’t know who he is. He only knows how to bleed. Waking in a tomb of ritual, impaled by memory and soaked in the leftover will of things he’s killed, Desan is thrown into a world already broken, drenched in fog, stitched with cults, and ruled by monsters in the skin of men. His only companion is a voice fused to his brain, snide and possibly insane, speaking in riddles and half-truths. As Desan fights to survive, he begins to see the truth buried in ash. He doesn’t just remember the things he slays. He becomes them. Every kill infects him. Every breath is borrowed. And something ancient watches from behind the fog, waiting for him to wake up fully. Waiting for him to fall.

In a world where the dead whisper and memories bleed through time, I wrote of a love that was fleeting—yet forever. He was sorrow stitched in silver thread. She, a name the wind still said. Their touch? A flicker—fierce and brief. A borrowed joy. A shared belief. Now he walks where she once fell, Haunted not by wrong—but well. And in the hush between each spell, He feels her there… all too well. In Veilborne, memory isn’t just a curse—it’s a tether. I created Kael bound to death and shadow, lingering in the spaces Wyrglen awakens—not just drawn to her blood, but to a love that hums like a half-forgotten song only they remember. The past doesn’t stalk them in terror, but in longing. A touch. A look. A name—still said. Their love was brief in time. But infinite in weight. Some bonds don’t break. They bleed.

He only wanted a life where he would stop running from himself. But when Lucian Bowcott goes out drinking with his friends, he dies after taking one sip. He has been summoned into Atreaum as its new court mortician, by the Half-Dead Queen Marguerite. Lucian expects to be knee-deep in embalming fluid and corpses--not a world where death has been removed entirely. But when Lucian rings a forbidden bell in Staesis and breaks the illusion, he awakens something more dangerous than ghosts: memory. Now hunted by the very Queen who gave him his title, shadowed by a stitched girl born from someone else's grief, and pursued by a Spymaster who trades in secrets and souls, Lucian finds himself unraveling both the world’s systems — and himself. As he uncovers the truth behind the Mortician’s legacy, an orchard that grows from sorrow, and a forgotten Daughter who was never meant to choose love, Lucian must decide what kind of death is worth writing… …and which ones deserve to live.

When the moon calls, will she rise—or burn? They expected her to shift. They didn’t expect the darkness to shift with her. Seventeen and still without her wolf, Yvaine Theolux arrives at Moonfire Academy—where bloodlines matter, power decides fate, and secrets are stitched into the walls. But the moment she crosses the threshold, a long-dormant darkness begins to stir. Shadows lengthen. Prophecies awaken. And all eyes turn to the girl with no shift… but too many questions. Whispers say she brought the darkness. Some believe she is the darkness. "When the moon bleeds and fire howls beneath the silver light, the Dragon Wolf shall rise. One howl shall save us. One roar shall end it all."

"What’s the point of love when all it does is break you?" I’ve asked myself this a thousand times. I’ve been carved open by betrayal, hollowed out by empty promises, and left to stitch myself back together—only to be torn apart again. Love isn’t beautiful. It’s a wound that never fully heals, a scar that throbs when you least expect it. So I shut the door. Swore I’d never let it in again. No more whispered lies in the dark. I was free. But the universe doesn’t care about declarations. Just when I thought I’d outsmarted the pain, it found me anyway—not in the way I expected, but worse. So much worse. And now, drowning in a grief I never saw coming, I have to ask myself one last time: Was love ever the enemy? Or was it the only thing that could have saved me? —— After a devastating heartbreak and a near-fatal accident, Eleanor’s life takes an unexpected turn when she begins experiencing unnatural abilities—things no ordinary human should be capable of. Then she meets the enigmatic CEOs of Vexxons, a powerful tech empire, and feels an inexplicable pull toward them, followed by soft voice whispering in her mind. When the Vexxon triplets—the tycoons to the most advanced tech firm in the world—cross paths with Eleanor, their inner wolves recognize her. She is their destined mate. But Eleanor is human… or so they thought. Now, torn between her painful past and a dangerous, supernatural future, and a prophecy, Eleanor must navigate a world of power, secrets, and primal instincts. Can she embrace her true nature and heal from the betrayals that once broke her? Or will the shadows of her old life destroy her before the triplets can claim what is theirs? Fate has chosen her. But will she choose them back?

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

They tore him apart. They burned his body. They thought he would break. But Ash Verlane Didn't meet his end, it was only the beginning. Mangled beyond recognition, Ash awakens in a strange, merciless world. Fate didn't grant him another chance, it was a second wish, a second opportunity... for him to suffer. A forgotten pawn in a grander, bloodier game. Others were sent here too, gifted with powerful systems to survive. But Ash? He was already shattered before he even arrived. Beneath his quiet smile hides a monster stitched together by scars, revenge, and a desperate emotion to survive. To the world, he is weak. To those who know... he is terror. In a land where strength reigns supreme, Ash Verlane will rise — not to be a hero, nor a villain, but something far worse. The mangled never stay fallen for long.

In Echoes of Eternity: Tales Across Time and Cosmos, dive into a mesmerizing anthology where time bends, realities fracture, and the human spirit grapples with the infinite. From a digital utopia where the creator questions immortality to a cursed village where the ocean whispers truths, these 40 stories weave sci-fi, fantasy, horror, and heartwarming tales into a tapestry of wonder and dread. A linguist decodes an alien signal that rewinds time. A raccoon saves a vanishing library. A mech pilot confronts her war machine’s haunting memories. Each chapter unveils a new world—whether it’s a dystopian society taxing rain, a seamstress stitching vengeance, or a high school swapping students across multiverses. With twist endings, cosmic stakes, and emotional depth, this collection explores identity, sacrifice, and the echoes that linger across eternity. Perfect for fans of Black Mirror, Neil Gaiman, and The Twilight Zone, these bite-sized epics deliver thrills, chills, and heart in every serialized chapter. Will you unravel the mysteries before reality itself blinks?

In a city suspended above a bottomless fog that devours memory, sixteen-year-old Cael Isarys has lived his entire life blind—until the day he falls. Instead of dying, Cael awakens in the ruins beneath the world, where the Veil whispers secrets only he can hear. Marked by an ancient force and bound to a forgotten Echo, Cael gains the power to see and manipulate the invisible Threads that weave together identity, emotion, and fate itself. But every stitch comes at a cost. Hunted by monstrous beings that feast on selfhood and shadowed by a past he can no longer remember, Cael must climb back toward the light—before he forgets who he is entirely. The deeper he goes, the more he sees… and the more the world begins to unravel.

He was just a boy with a normal life—until the world shifted beneath his feet. One moment, he was heading out to meet his friends. The next, he awoke sealed inside a coffin, buried beneath earth that shouldn't exist and no clue where here is. Dragged from the grave by terrified strangers and left alone in a city where no one knows his name, he finds himself in a strange new world: medieval in stone but stitched with modern echoes. Magic hums in the air, technology runs on words, and strangers speak a tongue eerily familiar to his own. Hungry, homeless, and hunted by something he doesn’t yet understand, he begins to unravel the quiet horror sewn into this world—and into himself. Because the question isn’t how he got here. It’s why this world already had a grave prepared for him.

She was made of stitched silence. And once-not for once-a man's hollow voice never left his shadow. Arora Emersyn-believes her nightmares are fiction. But fiction doesn't leave bruises in your soul. Ranyald Alsrio-is no savior. He lives in the cracks of the world; where monsters wear ties and justice isn't legal. And fate, cruel and exact brings her into his world. Fragile, forgotten still stained in ways she can't see. She was his unfinished chapter. He was her buried truth. In a love laced with secrets, sins, and second chances, will their reverie remain a dream-or bloom into something far more dangerous?

Eons have passed since the prophesied godslayer met his demise. Yet, in a world reborn, whispers stir of his return, of a new man born from the remnants of an ancient prophecy. Kallen, destined to master the delicate balance between chaos and order, light and darkness, emerges to defy the very fabric of fate. Existence is a tapestry, one whole, connected, and indivisible. It is woven by the fabric of fate, spun with the strings of karma, and stitched with the threads of causality. Yet, within this unity lies individuality, and this individuality is the essence of existence. The manifestation of essence is Will. But what is a sparked Will against one akin to a raging inferno? What is a child before a mammoth? The conviction of a mortal before the boundless Will of cosmic beings? The answer is defiance!. A defiant Will, is what Kallen needs to liberate himself from the suppression every mortal endures from apex lifeforms. To live his life free, unhinged and on his own terms. But it takes a bit of crazy to be brave, and Insanity to be defiant. This is the story of a mortal breaking limits to achieve Apexification, to walk with his head held high and free in every corner of the universe. It is the irony of a slave who holds the reins, even as their chains bite deep. It is the cry of a heart bound in servitude, yet refusing to surrender its essence.

Raka Wright had just turned 18, it was supposed to be a joyous day. Filled with joy and laughter, instead, the sky split into two. They called it The Merger. That day, a second sun bled through the clouds and stitched the fantasy realm of Arche to Earth. Skyscrapers swallowed by mountains, coastlines vanished in fire, and entire countries burned to ashes. A silver-tongued deity dangled salvation before Raka’s family, then dropped them to their deaths. Where other survivors stretched trembling hands toward divinity, Raka met the gods’ gaze and did not flinch. “If heaven will not mourn with me, let it tremble before me.” Somewhere in the shattered world, time holds its breath around a sleeper wrapped in humming light—an unfinished weapon awaiting its cue. Behold the one forged in the fires of the end of the world, destined to kindle the first light of its rebirth. Things to expect: - Magic mixed with technology - Weak to strong, gets a boost in the beginning but its a hard climb from there. - Slow pacing, like pretty slow - Post Apocalyptic-ish - Action scenes that make sense - God vs Mortal and rewriting fate themes Note: SLOW PACED STORYTELLING! *********** I will also be posting on RoyalRoad . com u der the same name. https: //www . royalroad . com /profile/707226/ fictions **********

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

"Say yes… or be forgotten." On the edge of death, mid-fall into the mouth of a monster, Ikiryo hears a voice not of this world. It offers no comfort. Only a choice. A pact. “LET’S MAKE ONE.” With that cry, his blood ignites. A spirit binds to him. And nothing in his life — or this reality — will ever be the same again. Marked by ancient fire, haunted by memories not his own, and hunted by forces that should not exist, Ikiryo is no longer just a boy trying to survive his mother’s illness. He’s something else now. Something in between life and myth. And someone wants what’s inside him... Dark pacts. Blue flames. A past that bleeds into the present. A chance to rewrite fate itself. But how far would you go to save someone… if it meant losing yourself?

In a world where beauty is power and silence hides the sharpest screams, Choen-Sa is more than just a fashion icon— She is fate’s unfinished story. Raised in shadows, dressed in grace, and haunted by a tragedy that still whispers her name, she walks the line between the living and the lost. But when a whispering spider named Gwisasque crawls back into her life, she begins to unravel the dark truth behind her past—and the blood-stained secrets that tie her to a boy she once knew... and a future she never asked for. On the edge of a sea that remembers everything, Choen must decide— Will she stitch her own fate… or let the past cut her thread?