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In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

Betrayed by the very government he loyally served, former X-soldier Ryver was tightly monitored in case he went off the rails. There was no way he could escape, with his last family at the clutches of the government. When he thought all hope was lost, a strange message popped into his head. [Ding! Earth will now experience its third evolution] [Welcome to the apocalypse, Contestant #1,324,888!] [Cellular Diagnostics Completed] [Talent System Function Triggered] [You have awakened an SSS+ level Talent: 10,000x Reward On Murder!} “This is my chance!” Ryver clenched his fist tightly. The dimly lit room flickered and a shadow of an evil smile spread across his lips and his eyes, they glintied with pure madness. … [Ding! You murdered Donald Fletch because he had looked you the wrong way. ] [You looted Yoga Fitness Guidelines.] [Ding! Talent activated! 10,000x Reward! Scripture Of Nine Revolving Sun received!] Ding! You murdered Martins Palson because he had faint killing intent towards you. ] [You looted an assistive-type Nanite.] [Ding! Talent triggered! 10,000x critical Reward! Mythic Item - Void Symbiote received]! With such powers, Ryver's insane path to revenge began!

Stranger: The Scream That Never Ends In a world where fear takes shape, the screams never fade. Surya was nothing—a weak, scrawny schoolboy, beaten and left for dead in a forest. But death never came. Instead, the wilderness reshaped him, forged him in suffering. Under the ruthless guidance of Aditya, a lone warrior consumed by vengeance, Surya shattered his limits. Three weeks of relentless, merciless training—pain, blood, and the instinct to kill or be killed. But when he returns, the world is already rotting. A virus spreads like wildfire, turning humans into grotesque, flesh-craving beasts—Wormen. Cities collapse, the infected evolve, regenerating faster than they can be killed. Society crumbles into chaos. He stands atop the ruins, masked, nameless—a Stranger to the world that once discarded him. With only his will and a sharpened blade, he vows to end the nightmare. The hunt begins. The Strangers will rise. And the screams… will never end.

A collection of drastic, intense stories that strike at the deepest human emotions. Filled with brutally honest descriptions, these stories pull you into darkness, leaving you in a state of reflection and unease.

A world of cultivation. Only the cultivation entails the gluttonous hoarding of resources. In a world where mere humans are meat and another's possessions are coveted by greedy eyes. How will a good-for-nothing survive that environment? The Baron's Bloody Goblet. That was the name given to the blood soaked lands of the valley where a terrible faction of practitioner's resided. The name and thus the infamy of the Bloody Baron and his band of flesh seekers had spread far and wide within the region. One could even hear the screams of his cattle throughout the nearby lands, the constant screams. The never-ending screams. The fort of the Baron was carved into a large crater with an immense castle spreading over the roof of the open structure as if it had been nestled on top by the Gods themselves. Inside the crater was filled with a blood so viscous that it might be more fitting to call it 'molten'. Dotted about the sheer cliffs of the crater were small hovels. Holes in the dirt that housed his preferred meats. There they grew, fattened up for their eventual slaughter. The Bloody Baron is a heartless, unforgiving and cruel lord that rules over his pedestal of corpses with a meaty fist. Will his empire last with the addition of a foreign element? When a good-for-nothing is given control of his body in a mere instant, will the meat topple over like a stack of dominoes? Or will he continue in his predecessor's place and make use of every body in his possession? --- Tags: Cultivation, Transmigration Fantasy, Male lead Schedule: New chapter daily Chapter length: 1000 - 1500 words The main lead: He is an incredibly troubled person who has many defective traits. Perhaps being sent to a different world will alter this...

In the deepest cavern below the world, the Blackbaast holds many Noble Houses. For the Starke family, Nobility is more a curse than a blessing, and Artemis Starke’s father only ever expressed his final desire to see his son live a happy life. But there are those who would wish differently. This is the story of many figures who are puzzle pieces of an inevitability, something long-fated, mysteries that scream their threats to emerge from their abyssal cavern. Shadows tremble in the depths, encompassed worlds obscuring the many dangerous secrets of history. Might they be unraveled, all ways of life would be threatened. But to climb higher requires risks, to seek the light requires a Gambit of Lifetimes. Only when one determines themselves capable of risking it all, can all prosper. This is the tale of a Crownless Consort. === Cover by @i_evuuu.

Trapped in a factory that breathes like a living nightmare, Nathan unravels a truth darker than fear itself. The shadows whisper his name, twisting memories of his parents into haunting illusions. You were always meant to return. The walls pulse, the air hums with unseen terror. Something ancient is waiting, watching. But Nathan isn’t here to be consumed—he’s here to end it. As the whispers rise to a deafening crescendo, one question remains: Will he escape, or become part of the horror?

Chase is born of no house or family to speak of, except for a sickly father, and his mother who vanished the day he was born, however years after the birth of Chase, his father still often speaks of her as if she was a true goddess. One day the story will begin, when Chase finds himself waking to the smell of embers, the screams of agony, and the beginning of chaos. For on that day, a Boy was Born...

Have you ever wondered if god exists? If there is life on another planet? Does magic exist? What is there after death? Well, the answer to these questions is not difficult. Follow the story of a young porn lover who reincarnated in a fantasy world as the candidate for the God of sex, eroticism and obscenity. Accompany our protagonist on his journey full of fantasy, intrigue, women and lots of sex. English is not my native language, therefore, I apologize in advance if I present grammatical errors, I appreciate any correction and constructive criticism to improve.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Amelia Monroe was nothing—just a weak, voiceless girl in an elite boarding school where cruelty ruled. Bullied, beaten, and left for dead, she lay in the cold, her body shattered, her soul screaming for justice. But fate had other plans.

Surya was once a weak, bullied schoolboy—until the night he was stabbed and left for dead in the depths of the forest. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Aditya, a mysterious and battle-hardened warrior, Surya’s journey of survival turned into something far greater. Three weeks of brutal training in the wilderness forged him into something unrecognizable. When he returns to the world, he is no longer the helpless boy they once tormented—he is Stranger X. But the world has changed. A virus spreads like wildfire, transforming humans into monstrous creatures known as Wormen—beasts of immense strength, driven by an insatiable hunger for flesh. As chaos engulfs society, Surya and Aditya form the Strangers, an elite force of warriors determined to fight back. Each member, from Stranger A to Stranger Z, carries a past of pain and vengeance, united under one cause: survival. As the battles grow deadlier, Surya unravels dark truths—the Wormen are not mindless beasts, and someone is pulling the strings from the shadows. The origins of the virus are tied to a sinister past, one that threatens to consume humanity itself. With each confrontation, the line between man and monster blurs. Sacrifices will be made. Blood will be spilled. And in the end, only the strongest wills shall remain. The world will soon know the name of Stranger X. The war has begun.

I yawned, fighting off sleep as my professor droned on about the three-body problem—even though it was notoriously unsolvable. 'Geez, why do we need to learn this?' I thought, shaking my head. Suddenly, a holographic screen materialized before my eyes, its message slicing through the monotony: "Moonfall Has Begun. Your Class Has Been Assigned.” I glanced around, and saw confused faces all over—everyone staring, just as bewildered as I was. 'Does everyone see this?' I wondered, my heart starting to pound. My screen flickered, then declared in bold: Main Class: Astral Equationist. Before I could process any further, a piercing scream shattered the classroom’s uneasy silence. I barely had time to register the sound as chaos erupted around me.

Haruto a seemingly normal average 16 years old high schooler was suddenly transported into another world. With no way of knowing how or why he was sent here Haruto decided to investigate this world to find clues as to why he was summoned. When suddenly he heard the scream of a lone girl who was being rob by two elderly men. While trying his best to save the girl he had met for the first time he almost died as a result which awakened the desire for power. _____ (A/N: If you notice any errors or broken contexts while reading, please let me know. I'll go back and make the necessary corrections.)

A scream echoes as Nero crashes into a world where nightmares bleed into reality. Stripped of his past, hunted by horrors, and tormented by a voice that feeds on his amnesia, Nero must confront the terrifying truth of who—or what—he truly is to survive. Meanwhile, Thalira Kyros is torn from her world and thrown into this strange land. With her family’s fate a mystery, she must navigate her doubts and the dangers around her, determined to uncover the truth and find her place in a world she never expected.

A tragic accident traps Jae’s soul inside Luna’s dreams, leaving her tormented by forgotten memories. Their connection, now existing only in the realm of dreams. Will she choose to face the past or let go of the love that lingers in her dreams? "Who are you?!" she screamed, her voice shaky with fear and frustration. "What have you done to me? How dare you change my clothes? How dare you to touch me?"

A girl's one night stand turns into a nightmare when the guy she hooks up with secretly takes compromising photos of her and leaks them online. As she deals with the fallout, she realizes that trusting a stranger can have life-altering consequences, and must navigate the dangerous world of revenge porn to protect her reputation and reclaim her sense of safety.

Dive into a world of stories ranging from the most ridiculous to the most heart-wrenching. Laugh your heart out or scream in fear of the amazing collection of wonderful tales in this "novel".

"Yeah, yes, just keep going, I'm almost-" I heard a boy scream. Who the fuck moans loudly like that? I doubt the dick is that good for him to scream like that. I make my way towards the particular door, navigating through several people, some passed out drunk. Tipsy and nosy, I forcefully open the door to see Rex, the guy I imagined as a nerd, serious and asocial, giving handjob to Jess, my supposed friend. Of course it's not a big deal, we weren't dating. The problem was that I had a crush on him and we just kissed a few mins ago. Jess turned towards me, his face twisted in pleasure as he came. A cruel smirk then appeared on his face as we maintained eye contact. I left. That was the last time I saw Rex. A year later, we ended up in the same university, same Faculty, same street, same apartment, next door neighbour. -------------- "I bet you have wet dreams about me." he smirks, taking a sip of his drink making that 'ahh' sound annoying people do after taking a gulp of their drink. "Shut up Rex, you're not sexy or attractive enough for me to have wet dreams. So shut up and take your stupid drink inside with you." I said, going inside my room and slamming the door shut. I lied, Rex was attractive and sexy enough for me. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Their story started a little from A CHANCE AT LOVE but can be read as a stand alone. I'll explain their backstory here but there's no harm in reading A Chance at Love right? Enjoy!

OVER 2.8K+ VIEWS IN LESS THAN FOUR DAYS! Thank you so much! (Trigger/Story warnings BELOW) A murder in the woods reaches across the country from British Columbia to bring Abigail Abernathy into a strange town full of conspiracy, hidden dangers, & godlike eldritch monsters. For fans of horror, thrillers, intimacy, and suspense, enjoy ! Please Rate & Review ! Also any and all criticism is very welcome. I want to become a better writer! NEW ADULT Publishing Genre (New adult fiction books (NA) are narratives that explore the transition from late adolescence to early adulthood. They're considered the next step after young adult fiction and they're typically aimed towards readers aged 18-25) @nyxtheauthor.bsky.social https://www.patreon.com/c/NyxTheAuthor Trigger warnings ! - Assault, violence, torture, mental torture, master and servant sexual roleplay, nudity, sex scenes. NOT written to be explicit, I just want to be honest with these characters and their stories. Therefore, I wont just skip sex scenes, violence, or romance, but also this isn't meant to be smut. There may be a SMUT version down the line. But for now this original version is just SPICY. There may be sex and gore, but it's not meant to be porn or pure horror. Let me know if you want more extreme or sexual stories, I may take this under advisement for other stories.

"scream,scream you fool- search for me, search for me in your room,search for me in your luife,search for me in your memory, search for me everywhere. You who has died, you who has the chance of living again,you who knows the future, can YOU find me?? Or will you be the fool that you are and let the chains of fate make you dance to their tune,pick my dear fool THEM or ME." "The Fool was wrong in all the right ways... But was he actually wrong?" "And then He Choose"

When I (Cas, formerly of Earth) transmigrated into this hellscape, I expected magic kung fu and cool sword fights. Instead, I got: Dimensional rifts vomiting out soul-eating squirrels and glaciers that scream. A cultivation system that ranked me “Worse Than Trash Tier.” (Thanks, anonymous ancestor!) The Otherworldly Tourist System, a deranged travel agency that rewards me for “sightseeing” in eldritch hellscapes. (“Take a selfie with that sleeping Lava Worm! 500 TP!”) My vacation package includes: ✔️ Tourist Points to buy god-tier gear (Divine Sunscreen: “Don’t melt, Host!”). ✔️ Gacha spins. (Got a new technique! And a lot of trauma!) ✔️ Sarcastic commentary as I outrun cosmic horrors. (“Host’s survival rate: 2%. Upsell suggestion: Premium Burial Plot™?”) Turns out, Earth’s monsters are just the previews. The System’s hiding cosmic wars, godly realms, and a tiny apocalypse brewing. But who needs answers when you’ve got a five-star review to leave for a screaming glacier? Cultivation. Tourism. Survival. Let’s hope I’m good at two of those.

25 weeks. 26 stories. Updates every Thursday until 26/12/2024. "Scream scream scream, oh your Lowly Screams. Pretty pretty pretty, the blood from your veins. Cunning cunning cunning, everything trying to hunt you. Bleeding crying dying, but don't panic have patience - your turn shall come too." A collection of 26 horror stories, each about a different fear/ fright. It'll get disgusting with gore and psychotism. Some messing with the brain. Don't start, if you can't continue. And once you start... don't panic, have patience. Your turn shall come too. No further context on what is to come - but if you can't bear the very first one (which I've envisioned to be the lightest of all) then do not tread any further! TRIGGER WARNING: Major gore. Cruel concepts and views. None of these are personal views and they aren't expected to motivate any sort of agendas. They are mere fictions. Please contact professionals in case you have the urge for any of this, or feel threatened in any similar ways. Mental health matters! Also, no specific warnings shall be provided at the start of stories!

Agent 202. Her entire life she has been sent out onto life or death missions. All was well, or as well as they can be for her, until her latest mission. She was to find the specified target and kill them on sight. She quickly went to the location HQ sent her and found the specified target walking down a crowded rode. Blending in with the road she walked up to the man, pulled out a knife and stabbed him through the back and into the heart and quickly took the knife out. The man only got to let out a scream before he died, however the scream caused people to look over and panic. Agent 202 tired to use the frenzy to escape, but fate had other plans. Someone knocked into her, pushing her into the road. The last things she saw was headlights. *I do no own the cover art, but I also don't know who made it*

In the quiet city of Matsue, Chiori Hoga is just your typical freshman college student—bold, reckless, and hooked on pills to keep herself going. Her life is anything but ordinary, yet nothing could have prepared her for the horrifying event she witnessed one night. A scream in the darkness. A chilling presence. And a mystery that feels disturbingly familiar. As she digs deeper, an unsettling truth begins to unfold—one that might be tied to a past she barely remembers.

*"Trapped in a place where hope is nothing more than a cruel joke, I have learned one thing—pain is the only constant. Every scream, every drop of blood, every shadow that moves in the dark reminds me that escape is impossible. But then I met her. In this abyss of suffering, she became my only light. Weak, broken, yet still fighting—just like me. Together, we dream of freedom, even when the world crushes us beneath its weight. This is not a story of heroes. This is not a story of mercy. This is a story of survival, of blood-soaked nights, and of a hope so fragile that it might shatter at any moment. Will we make it out? Or will we become just another forgotten whisper in the dark?"*

Warning: Mature content I suck at writing synopsis but I'll give it a try. " No kid I can't listen to your carnal confessions anymore. " " But it's your moral obligation to do everything in your power to ensure that I go to heaven " " Is heaven really your goal?" " Of course Mother superior but the heaven I need only you can take me there. " Alex cross was more than your usual spoilt brat. Consider this remark from his mom when he was barely five years old. " Hey sweetie. Why is it that everytime you touch my phone to play games I am lways receiving a notification from Chrome to close all incognito tabs?" Did I tell you I suck at this? Disclaimer: The story is not a full blown porn. I've made sure to keep the storyline interesting. Otherwise wrap yourself with a towel and avoid very tight jeans. You don't want to cause pain to your lil bro now do you? I hope you enjoy.

[Warning: Mature content for adult audiences only (above age 18)] To be a superhero, you don't need misfortune, forced experiment, second chance after death or death of your loved ones. All you need is to listen to your heart. Eron Moon was one such super who became a superhero with his superpower "fantasy" and mechanical skills, only to build his harem full of superbabes. But, will he be only a selfish playboy? Or the best superhero ever? Peek in his adult tale in a world of supers. [Please read the complete synopsis so you can find reasons to read this book.] ... [Special note: There will be mmf and ffm type mature content too. Search it if you don't know. Then decide to read this book.] Other Tags: Harem, polyamory, superpowers, MILF, adult dialogues, R18, symbiotes, vampires, wolves, witches, magic, cultivation, consensual, metaphysics, action, demons, elves, dwarves, monsters, mutants, etc. The cover is devoted to MC's super mom. A/N: All characters above age 18. No manipulation, mind control, or forced sexual activity.

Gods die screaming. The System lies. And Necron Steiner is winning. He has cheated death countless times. Not to save the world, but to burn it faster. When a glitched System drags him back to the past every time he dies, he weaponizes its corruption to steal divine powers, resurrect the dead as undead horrors, and dismantle the factions vying to rule the apocalypse. But the System isn’t a tool—it’s a prison. And Necron’s the only inmate who’s figured out the truth: The first apocalypse was a trial run.