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Kill My Darlings

Killing Dao Fruit

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.
Beihai Whaling · 360.8K Views

The Quiet Storm:Stillness Kills

“You want strength? Real strength? Sit down. Shut up. Don’t move.” In a world where mixed martial arts has evolved far beyond its origins, the mightiest fighters shatter mountains, raze cities with one blow, and, at their peak, wield power to erase nations. These greatest warriors are called Martial Gods—monsters in human form, living centuries, shaping continents with their will. Alexander will become one. No prophecy chooses him. No system empowers him. No heavens favor him. He has only raw, monstrous talent, an unyielding will, and a hunger that consumes all obstacles. He seeks the harshest training—the kind that breaks bodies, shatters minds, crushes spirits. He finds it in a crumbling dojo, lost to the world, ruled by a bitter old man who forged an art he calls Beyonider. The world mocks it. They call it folly. It is anything but. The first lesson is not power. Not speed. Not glory. It is silence. Stillness. Suffering. Training so brutal, so strange, that hardened fighters flee in a day. Alexander stays. He endures. He adapts. He transforms. Motionless meditation becomes monstrous. His reflexes outstrip humanity. His strikes hit before foes move. His mind turns stillness into deadly precision, chaos into control, weakness into unstoppable force. This is merely the dawn. His path leads to the ranks of the Martial Gods—or the graveyard of those who dared the climb. Stillness kills. Alexander will prove it to the world.
Ishowvoice · 2.2K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.3K Views

I Must Kill The Gods

Have you heard of the "Dark Forest Hypothesis"? The cosmic theory that intelligent civilizations remain silent, hiding in the vast darkness of space—ever vigilant for predators lurking in the void. For Earth, this nightmare has become reality. Our world now suffers under dual existential threats: the technologically superior Vertex, alien invaders who claim Earth as their ancestral homeland, and the catastrophic "False Realities"—dimensional tears consuming our planet piece by piece. Within these mythological realms dwell gods and creatures of ancient legend, now twisted into entities desperate to harvest human souls for their very existence. But fate weaves an unexpected thread through this tapestry of doom. Theodore, a man with an unnaturally empty emotional landscape, navigates this dying world with detached precision. Yet beneath his hollow exterior lies something that has been tried desperately to be erased—a truth buried deep within his fractured mind. As Earth's final days approach and the boundaries between myth and reality collapse, fragments of Theodore's true self begin to resurface. The muscle memory of combat. The whispers of a forgotten self. The promised fire that didn't stop burning. In a world where both aliens and gods conspire against humanity's survival, one man will remember his purpose and embrace a terrible truth: He must kill the gods. Want more? Keep in mind my chapters are on average 5k words(that's a lot!) but I'm uploading it into bits on this site so people don't think there's not much content out. Then check out the author's notes at the end of any chapter. I can't wait to see you there! ;)
PrisonerOfFantasy · 27K Views

Help!: I Think My System Is Trying To Kill Me!

Author-san here! Well, I know you're all here for some adventure, so don't worry. I've got you covered! (^0^)  This is my original work, and I know you all will like it. So shamelessly lean back into your seats and read away!  Of course, don't forget to check out my other books: •I'm The King Of Technology. •Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? •And finally: 'In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park.' You can also visit my website for more books: https://LumydeeNovels.Gumroad.com/ Well, that's enough of that. So back to the synopsis! ...... What to do? Ji Feng suddenly found himself in the body of a youngster named Wolfram Lockhart, the son of the deceased village head. Okay. So he transmigrated. That, he could live it.  But please... Can anyone tell him why he transmigrated with such a crazy system by his side? [Host, it looks like your uncle is heading your way. Hahahhahaha~... Host, you're about to get butchered. This is fun to watch!] '_' [Host, host, where are you going? So what if you're as weak as a chicken? Come on, dive into the battle. What's the worst that can happen?] '_' [Wait! Host, where are you doing? The battlefield is that way! Host! Host! Host!.. Dammit! What a waste of heavenly popcorn!] (:T^T:) .... One boy, one unbelievable system.  Ji Feng... No!... Wolfram Lockhart... now found himself in the strange world of Grandia, starting from the weakest level ever... A mortal! In this world of palladium, Sky ranking abilities, and Creatures of myths and legends, Wolfram only had one domain from it all.  With his head to the heavens and his little man out of his pants, he was quick to spray his fluid while raining uncountable curses at them.  Why? Why in God's name did they send him a Suicidal system?
lumydee · 968.4K Views

I Killed My Favourite Story

Reality? Kind of a joke, honestly. Fiction? That’s where things actually started to make sense. I was ten when the curtain slipped. When I saw it—how everyone was just acting. Reciting lines they didn’t believe, chasing dreams they didn’t choose. Adults called it "growing up." I called it what it was—fake. So, I stopped playing along. While everyone else clung to the script, I escaped into stories. My favorite? No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression. Cale Ashblood—tragic, cursed, and stubborn as hell—died 998 times trying to fix a world that didn’t want saving. It was brutal. It was honest. It was the only thing that didn’t lie to me. Then the author died. And the publisher? They butchered the ending. Wrapped it up in something clean, hollow, marketable. I tried to let it go—I swear I did. But the anger never left. Twelve people. That’s how many I killed. Editors. Ghostwriters. Everyone who helped ruin the only thing I believed in. But here’s the part no one knows: I killed the original author. Not on purpose. One night. One stupid, drunk mistake. And that was enough. Now I’m bleeding out. Real world. Real consequences. No regrets, though. Except— The story didn’t end. I woke up inside it. Inside his world. Cale’s world. The one I knew better than my own life. Except now... it is my life. The World is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. And peace? Still a myth. But maybe this time, I get to write the ending. Maybe this time, the story’s mine. ---
Wish_499 · 51.8K Views

100 Days To Kill The Prince

{ WARNING: Rated 18+ and intense slow burn} Her entire life has been a silent war against the royal family who framed her father for treason and brutally murdered her Family when she was a child. Years later, the same royal family killed the closest living person in her life leaving her to the fate of the streets at such a young age. Known as the Raven, Viviana is the deadliest assassin in the Abyss guild, a reputation earned through years of training, skill and an unyielding thirst for revenge. When a new contract arrives—to assassinate Dominic, the crown prince of Eldoria within a hundred days—Viviana sees a twisted gift. This prince, she soon discovers, is betrothed to her own Princess, Lilliana, and belongs to the very kingdom she swore to destroy. Arriving at the luxurious palace, Viviana feels a grim satisfaction; this is her chance to finally complete her vendetta, even if it costs her everything. But the royal halls hum with far more than just her target. Secrets, betrayals, and whispers of darker plots cling to every shadow. Viviana quickly learns that the prince isn't just a mark; he's a man burdened by his own dangerous truths, and unsettlingly, he seems to be aware of her presence, perhaps even anticipating her next move, making her job seem difficult. As their paths cross repeatedly, an unforeseen and forbidden love begins to spark between these enemies , an assassin and her target. This dangerous connection threatens to unravel her carefully constructed revenge, forcing Viviana to confront whether her mission is truly worth sacrificing a bond that could offer a future she never imagined. Will her deep-seated desire for revenge prevail, or will the complexities, secrets and truths of the palace and a burgeoning, impossible love redefine her destiny and that of the one she loves? What happens when the prince begins to protect the assassin sent to kill him? Trope: Enemies - to - Bloodshed - forbidden lovers You can read my other books • My Bratty Wife • Reborn: The Duke’s Obsession
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 26K Views
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