Unless Lorax

They called it the probation period, like the whole world was a convict waiting for parole. That’s when people started to change—first in dreams, then in flesh. Powers, they said. Gifts. But nothing comes for free. To awaken, you have to survive the sacrificial ceremony. No ceremony, no power. And without it—your own body turns against you. Slowly. Quietly. Until it kills you before you hit forty. Unless you’re young enough to take Roxytocin—a rare, expensive drug that buys you time. Ezgar is fifteen. And he can’t afford enough. Each dose keeps death away… just barely. But lately, something else has started stirring inside him. Even he doesn’t know what it is. Only that it’s not normal. And it’s not waiting.

“They say Danchi is a gift… But they never told me gifts come wrapped in pain.” My name is Renzo Krai. In this world, we don’t pray for power. We fear it. Because once your Danchi awakens, your life stops being your own. It feeds on you , your body, your mind, your soul. The more you use it, the faster it kills you. Unless you understand it. Unless you master it. But who the hell has time for mastery when the world wants you dead before you even begin? I watched my family burn because my father awakened a forbidden Danchi. They called him a monster… and made sure I lived long enough to be punished for it. They shattered the energy paths in my body ..., said I’d never awaken. They were wrong. Now there’s something inside me , twisted, dangerous, alive. My Danchi isn’t the strongest. It isn’t the flashiest. But it’s hungry. And it’s mine. The world calls me cursed. Maybe they’re right. But if I burn… I’ll make sure they burn with me.

“Is it not enough that I was born with nothing?! That I have nothing?! That... I am nothing...?" I truly thought that if I did the right thing, if I stood up, if I reached out, and if I cared, maybe the Tower would listen. That maybe doing what was right could still matter, even for someone like me. But that was a stupid mistake. The Tower doesn’t listen to someone without power. I can cry. I can scream. I can probably even bleed. But unless I have something the Tower wants, the world would never hear me. So what if I, a NONE who have NOTHING, shall climb the Tower meant for those who have SOMETHING? None Shall Climb. —-------— Note: The author is a complete newbie and this is my first time writing a first-person POV. Thus if I dare request, don't expect this as such a grand story.

Chen Xiaoyun, an orphan from Guangzhou, China, once met a girl who looked remarkably like him. Before he could learn more about her, a deadly virus was unleashed around the globe. Humans turned into creatures straight out of video games and movies, and zombies and mutants roamed the streets with no one to stop them. From tanks to jockeys to even invisible zombies and mutated dogs. The mutations are just endless. "Why is there a zombie apocalypse just as I find my family? And why can I suddenly create things from thin air?" Will Xiaoyun survive the chaos with the new people he meets along the way? Will he use his newfound abilities to bring peace to a devastated world? Or perhaps he will just take another nap in the bed like a lazy pig—— "Shut up. How am I supposed to do anything when you keep throwing women at me?" ____________ Author's note: The main character grows as the story develops. Although he's very naive from the beginning, he matures a lot as the story progresses. There is no NTR or Yuri unless you consider the main character's woman sharing his 'stuff' in a threesome as Yuri, in which case I have nothing for you. Some of the love interests are related to the main character. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3

I’m not a gamer. In fact, I barely touched games—never had the time or interest. I’m a 23-year-old college dropout, part-time construction worker, and full-time avoider of adult responsibilities. That is, until my little sister nagged me into trying a romance simulation game called Echoes of the Crimson Throne. I played it. Liked it more than I expected. I even completed it. And the next thing I knew… I woke up inside the game. Not as the hero. Not even as a love interest. I was now the personal attendant of Alice Draken—the villainess, the Prince’s fiancée, and the iron-fisted Ruler of the North. A woman whose downfall was guaranteed... unless I do something about it. --- discord link:- https://discord.com/invite/Ep9PZHSp --- Goals:- 50 GT tickets:- 3 Bonus Chapters. 100 GT tickets:- 5 Bonus Chapters

In a world ruled by Fate Scripts — living storylines that turn chosen students into heroes, villains, or corpses — Asmo is no one. Not a Chosen One. Not a main character. Not even a side role. But when he accidentally glimpses the final chapter of the world, he sees the truth: They all die. Every hero. Every kingdom. Every soul. Devoured by something that the script has no answer for. Unless… Unless someone writes one. Now, Asmo fakes his way into the academy meant only for Chosen. He builds a secret organization of forgotten students, failed side characters, discarded "villains" — and begins rewriting the narrative from the shadows. To the world, he's a cruel, untouchable mastermind — a cold villain who crushes students and plays games with fate. To his enemies, he's untouchable. To the heroes, he's a test. To those he saved, he's a ghost in the credits. But only Asmo knows the cost of staying ahead of the script: Every twist he writes comes with a price. Every victory for them… is a wound for him. And when the final boss arrives, they’ll have to kill him to win. Just like he planned.

I have to keep my difficulties within because that is the only way I can physically prevent myself from trying to commit suicide. Is it not preferable to be physically dead but mentally dead? I am currently accustomed to being mentally dead, and no one would know unless I made an effort to tell them otherwise. If being deported means leaving this world, I should keep my true emotions and personality hidden from this world and act as if everything is well when it is not. Verbally, emotionally, physically, and mentally. My entire identity was ruined. My understanding of reality was destroyed.

Pursued by killers, she barged into a man's private room and became his antidote. After a night of abandon, she coolly plunged a dagger into his chest and vanished. Little did she expect, the man became addicted and chased her to Graham City, tempting her by any means necessary to drown with him. "Erik, what do you like about me?" The man pinned the sulking girl against him and fiercely silenced her with a kiss. "Unless I die, otherwise, you'll spend your next life...

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

I died. Not heroically. Not tragically. Just... stupidly. Being bombed by a dumb fucker for something I didn't even do. And now? I’ve transmigrated. Not into some epic fantasy. Not into some genius magician. Nope. I woke up inside the flop novel my best friend wrote—the one I “improved” by butchering into a game. The catch? I’m not the protagonist. Not even the villain. I’m Rael Von Ashborn—the dumb extra who gets executed in chapter one after drunkenly kissing the Female lead's mom. Yeah. That guy. Now I have few days to live. Unless I can somehow unlock a good class and dodge the wrath of a psychopathic duke with a grudge and a god-tier class. Oh, and did I mention my maid’s a gorilla? Right. Welcome to hell. __________________ Additional Tags. #TransmigrationNovel #ClassAwakening #MagicAndMonsters #MorallyGrayProtagonist #SarcasticMC #VillainMCVibes #DarkHumorFantasy #SecondLife #HiddenIdentity #MysteriousAwakening #AlienInvasionFantasy #PoliticalIntrigue #PowerHierarchy #OverpoweredExtra #FantasyWithModernTwist #MagicAcademyWorld #WittyMC #CunningMC #ArrogantGenius #SlowBurnRomance ____________________ [Discord Server -https://discord.gg/Pu5JUj75VR ]

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Revian Corvus, the last scion of a fallen noble bloodline, clawed his way into the University of Velmira--a legendary academy where all his ancestors once stood. But in a world where worth is defined by magic, Revian is granted the weakest ability ever recorded: Float. A power so useless it’s considered a joke throughout the entire kingdom. Mocked by classmates and ignored by mentors, Revian faces a future of obscurity--unless he can uncover the hidden truth behind his laughable gift... and turn humiliation into legend.

In the crumbling halls of Saint Lysandra’s Orphanage, Mikael discovers a door that wasn’t there yesterday, a narrow red door with no handle, only a keyhole shaped like a doll’s eye. No one else seems to notice it. No one except Elise, the quiet girl who never speaks unless it's to deliver warnings no one believes. When strange dreams begin to blur with reality and porcelain dolls whisper secrets in the dark, Mikael realizes the door isn’t just a door, it’s a passage to something much older, something that remembers him. Behind that door lies the Dollhouse: a twisted, ever-shifting world of forgotten memories, cursed children, and crimson dreams that feed on fear. If Mikael wants to survive, and uncover the truth about who he really is, he’ll need to open the door. But some doors were never meant to be opened.

When Limeng unknowingly breaks a forbidden magic formula, she is transported to a new world, where she awakens as Xiwang, the exiled Moon Queen. Once sent away for her safety, she returns to find the Moon Realm on the brink of war. The Sun King, furious over her rejection, threatens destruction unless she agrees to marry him. But Xiwang carries with her a powerful gift from her beloved: the Core of the Great Sipa. This sacred artifact, given to her by the Moon King in an act of love and protection, holds the power to save her realm—and perhaps even rewrite destiny. Reuniting with the Moon King, Xiwang discovers that their love is far from forgotten. Together, they must face enemies, rekindle their bond, and fight for the future of both worlds. But as the Core’s power grows, Xiwang realizes that the gift from her beloved may be the key to more than just her survival—it could hold the fate of the realms in its very heart. ... Li yuxin

In a world where the cursed Billionaire, Max Donovan, faces a dire fate unless he unites with his soulmate within 30 days. Max is a billionaire known for his callous ways, a beauty brimming with pride and a heartbreaker of women. He's driven solely by his pursuit of amassing riches day by day. His insatiable thirst for wealth has driven him to trample over anyone or anything that stands in his way. However, a chance encounter with a witch, possessing unfathomable powers, led to a curse being placed upon him. Max was unaware of the woman's mystical abilities and now, he must break the curse by locating his soulmate, or face his demise within a month. How will Andre find his destined partner and break the curse in a world where the existence of soulmates is dismissed as mere fantasy? As the sand of time slips away, Max is about to discover that not even his vast fortune can unravel the mysteries of destiny.

[Mature Content] It happened on a drenched, foggy night—just like so many others when Catherine Rosewood visited the grave of her betrothed. Tonight, she came to place letters she knew he would never read again. But who cared? Writing them was her only moment of grief. Yet, on this very night, there was a reply to her letters—and it was all wrong. How could this be? Had he come back to life? Impossible. Such things had never happened before. It was deemed ominous—unless someone was playing a cruel joke on her. But despite her trembling hands, she held the letter and read the words: "I have waited so long for you. At last, I have found you... E." Who could it be? This can’t be real, can it? But the howling of the night—and the fear pounding in her heart—told her that something was very very wrong.

Death is inevitable—unless you seize control of fate itself. Erasmus has never believed in gods. Faith is a tool, a system to manipulate, a currency to be spent. As a priest, he preaches salvation while quietly siphoning power, turning devotion into influence, and blind belief into wealth. But when the sky fractures and the world collapses into something unrecognizable, Erasmus finds himself trapped in a realm where logic is an illusion and the unknown is alive. Here, the ground murmurs secrets. The air devours memories. The trees do not sway—but they watch. Stranded in a land where identity itself is prey, Erasmus does what he has always done: observe, adapt, and take control. But in a world that feeds on the mind before the body, ambition alone may not be enough. Something in the dark is listening. And it does not forget.

I died from a divine typo. Not a noble sacrifice. Not a badass blaze of glory. Just… fatally misfiled. As an apology, the gods offered me three "powers of my choosing." So I reached for the overpowered, the broken, the god-killers— Rejected. Rejected. Rejected. In the end, I was stuck with: Appraisal: Slightly Misleading – lies more than it helps, unless you're a genius (I am). Minor Alchemy – can transmute pocket lint into chalk. That's... useful, right? Negligible Telekinesis – I can move a spoon. Slowly. But here's the twist: I don't need brute strength. I have plans. I'll rewire this fantasy world one thread, one trap, one impossible invention at a time. And along the way? Well… turns out MILFs are everywhere in this realm—gritty guildmasters, elven rangers, dark-elf scholars, succubus diplomats. They're powerful, proud, and very much not looking for some reincarnated nobody. Which is exactly why I'm going to make them fall for me—slowly, strategically, passionately. Tags action | adventure | reincarnation | r18 | system | magic | superpower | comdey | weaktostrong | harem | slice of life | medieval | milfs | slowburn

In "Marked for Her”, Min—a blind man with a unique, mark-based teleportation power—is hunted relentlessly by a mysterious and dangerous figure known only as “Death.” Set against the backdrop of a city reeling from a brutal heatwave, Min struggles to uncover how to stop Death from tracking him while fending off the criminal underbelly that now wants him dead. Forced to rely on his limited senses and wits, Min faces physical and emotional trials, including the devastating loss of his friend caught in the crossfire. As each encounter drives him closer to his breaking point, Min must balance his survival against the haunting possibility that Death’s hunt may never end. Unless he finds a way to turn the tables.

Born into the magical world, now swarming with demons, beasts and more that roam if not directly trying to conquer or consume everything on the planet Atsyn. Izeurik tries to find his place in a world that is at constant war with the dangers and mysteries inside and outside of the walls that were meant to protect him. Current inspirations: #1 Warhammer 40,000 #2 One Piece #3 Avatar: The Last Airbender The Originals Supernatural Star wars Warframe Games (general systems) Wattpad for reference photos (not own unless stated) and audio. CoverBook designed by me.

Morgan Mornet died as he lived—fighting. A homeless man with nothing left to lose, his final moments were spent in a brutal struggle against a police officer’s chokehold, his vision fading just as the New Year’s fireworks lit up the sky. But death was not the end. Instead of eternal peace, Morgan awakens in a nightmarish afterlife—a vast, merciless Battle Royale where over a hundred million souls fight for a single prize: resurrection. Armed with a twisted RPG-like system, each participant is granted a Blessing (a unique power) and Curses (crippling weaknesses). Morgan’s Blessing? A power that could turn the tide—if it doesn’t destroy him first. His Curses? A constant reminder that in this hellish game, trust is suicide, and love is just another weapon. As alliances form and shatter, Morgan must navigate a world where desperation twists men into monsters, where love is as deadly as betrayal, and where the only way out is to drown in blood. But in a game where every soul has nothing left to lose… how far will Morgan go to win his life back? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi :) it's my first time writing, but I would love it if you gave this book a try! I update two chapters daily (unless something happens) with minimum two thousand words a chapter!

(Rework in progress) *** This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I should’ve run. When the blood-soaked man collapsed on me in that alley, I should’ve screamed. Called the cops. Bolted. But I didn’t. I can't even say why. He threatened me yet I dragged him home. I disinfected his wounds. I let him stay, hoping he'd leave me alone but he didn't. And now? Now the devil sleeps on my couch, cooks me breakfast, and kisses like sin itself. He says his name is Kieran. Says he’s hiding. Says he won’t hurt me... unless I give him a reason. But the men hunting him aren’t just thugs. They’re ghosts in tailored suits and bloody silk gloves. Politicians. Kingmakers. Killers. And he’s not just some criminal. He’s the Kingpin. The one they whisper about when the lights go out. The one they’ve been trying to erase. I was just a miserable office girl with a boyfriend that was both a green and red flag, a family who barely registered my presence unless to mock me or demand for money and a life going nowhere. Now I’m in the crossfire of empires. My name is Kina. And I think I’ve fallen in love with the last man on earth who deserves it. But love won’t save us. Only war will. Other title: I Picked Up A Stray Crime-Lord

In a world dominated by strength, where powerful clans and ancient sects control life and death, the weak do not survive... unless they think like a fox. Li Wei, a former criminal advisor from Earth with an absolute mastery of manipulation, is reborn into the body of a failed disciple in the world of Jianghu—a land governed by honor, cultivation, and endless combat. But while everyone seeks to strengthen their fists, he chooses to perfect something far more lethal: his mind. With no apparent spiritual talent, Li Wei advances in the shadows, facing warriors, sects, and enemies who surpass him in power. His true weapon isn't Qi... but strategy, seduction, and forbidden knowledge. As he cultivates forgotten arts, discovers hidden dimensions, and manipulates great towers of power, his presence begins to alter the world's balance. Around him, twelve powerful, beautiful, and dangerous women from different races join him, each one fascinated not by his strength, but by his vision. But the real game is just beginning.

For 200 years, Ray has lived in a quiet village, sweeping porches, sipping noodles, and staying out of trouble. But beneath the mask of a peaceful neighbor lies something unimaginable: an immortal being of godlike power—one who once fought in divine wars and vanished from history. When nobles arrive searching for relics of a forgotten era, they don’t realize the artifact they’re hunting is walking among them. As the Grand Academy stirs, ancient disciples reawaken, and gods convene for the first time in centuries, the world inches closer to war—and Ray’s peaceful life is at risk. Ray made a vow long ago: He wouldn’t interfere unless his home was disturbed. But now, the world is knocking on his front door. And the god next door… might finally answer.

A powerful female boss from the apocalypse, gifted with spiritual and space powers, died with the Zombie King to save humanity, only to awaken in a chaotic era with her past memories intact. Just as she was dragged up a mountain to escape, Paige suddenly pushed them both down. Now, this ruthless boss will rise again, turn the tide, and reshape the world because weak nations have no voice unless they become strong.

I DIED SAVING A MAD SCIENTIST. THEN THE GODDESS OF GLITCHES RECRUITED ME. My name’s Finn Carter. Delivery boy. Ex-soccer star. Unwitting hero.
After I got blown up stopping a flamethrower-wielding maniac, the most chaotic deity in existence offered me a deal:
‘Want a do-over? Here’s a hacker rig, a motorcycle that won’t stop sassing me, and one condition… my brother gets to mess with you.’ Now I’m trapped in a neon hellhole where:
✓ Kael’s pranks turn my hair pink mid-battle
✓ Juno, the rogue AI I accidentally adopted, keeps rewriting traffic laws
✓ And my only backup is Glenda, a murderous dishwasher bot with mom energy System Alert: Main Quest: Survive divine trolling, outcode the Quantum Council, and maybe—just maybe—save reality.
Warning: Tutorial was the easy part. (Unless you count Zara. She’s 90% tutorial.)

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

Kenji and Reika Kurozawa never wanted to run a family of assassins. But when Kenji’s parents died, they had no choice. Their will tied him and Reika to the top, and walking away wasn’t an option—not unless they wanted to end up dead or worse. Their parents had made sure of that, keeping them uneducated, unqualified for normal jobs, and way too deep in the family business to escape. Kenji isn’t the first to feel trapped. His older brother and plenty of others ran while they still could. After that, the family cracked down, banning school so no one else got any bright ideas about leaving. And now, Kenji gets it. The deeper he digs into his family’s past, the more he realizes—there’s no end to how bad it gets. The Kurozawas built their empire on pure horror, and if he tries to tear it down, his whole family is going down with it. And as if that wasn’t bad enough? A long-lost family member just walked back in, bringing a whole mess of problems with them. On top of that, Kenji’s kids—reckless, clueless, and constantly screwing up—keep handing their new patriarch endless reasons to make their life miserable. Kenji wanted to fix his family. Now he just has to survive it.

What if you're about to meet your Idols. And one turns out to be your soulmate. Would you be willing to risk it all, to have it all? Soulmates in this universe share a mark, You can get it with a first kiss, but only one of you. The other has no clue, unless you tell them. Nadja is about to find out, come and follow her journey The only thing I own is the storyline. A BTS soulmate au fanfic BTS x Reader(sort of, just image yourself if you want, it's what I do :) There'll be a lot, and I mean a lot of mature content, like talking about sex, profanities(maybe), swearing, smut, violence So read at your own risk. Oh and I'm new to writing, so it's absolutely not perfect. If you don't like it, then don't read it. Have a happy life

He is a Hybrid Alpha with sealed memories. He is one of the reasons all the fox clans, including the celestial beast king, are annihilated. And she is a celestial fox princess with only three years left to live unless her inner beast awakens. Jerome recognizes his mate in that instant and tries everything to win her. On the other hand, Guinevere always tried to avoid all of his advances as she wished to investigate her clan's massacre more than ten years ago. Will Guinevere soften and accept Jerome in her life? What will Guinevere do when she finds out that Jerome killed her father? Most of all, can they awaken Guinevere's inner beast in time? 'Even without the mate bond, we are meant to be together.' Prequel: The Alpha Fell For The Hybrid Princess (If you want to know what had happened to Jerome before he return home, feel free to read the spin-off in the prequel book) *The cover isn't mine, the credit for the rightful owner'