Thesaurus Unending

The Abyss is a place where things are lost And when that Abyss invaded Ars, the world of swords and magic, people found the things that they had lost and never found. Awakening the powers unique to them and themselves only, the world of Swords and Magic that had known only fights among themselves turned their blades to the darkest abyss extending their claws to the world. Bringing with it the things that inevitably got lost in the abyss, these fragments of the place known as the abyss were things that belonged to places that once were. And with no time to die, do you think a grey haired aspirant could survive in this darkest abyss? Let's see shall we?

DING! [Ist Skill Devour Successful] ______ "They say a man's skills are honed over a lifetime, but what if he could devour them all in an instant?" Ryuen Takeru, a skilled, retired assassin, decides to pursue a better job that would keep him away from the dark life he once led. However, after a while, that peace was shattered when an unexpected train ride derailed reality itself, throwing him into a world and a life he had always hated. A world teetering on the brink of ruin, destroyed by an apocalypse as a result of the unending war between multiple races. Unfortunately, the post-apocalypse had already begun. Ryuen finds himself captured, exchanged, and made to serve kings of different nations. Yet fate had more in store for him. A devastating twist, capable of destroying or elevating him—the one thing he had overlooked as normal until the moment he was informed. A curse. Possible reincarnation? [Skill Devourer Activated: Plunder, Consume, Adapt, Evolve.] Nevertheless, for everything given, something must be taken—or perhaps sacrificed.

A young boy, brimming with innocence and unbounded curiosity, dreams of exploring the vast world beyond the horizons of his small village. He yearns to soar through the skies like a carefree bird, unburdened by the chains of responsibility or fear. His heart is filled with the simple joy of adventure, imagining a life where he can touch the clouds and see the world from above, free and unrestrained. However, his idyllic dreams clash with the harsh reality of his world a world governed by the unforgiving laws of cultivation, where power defines worth and survival is an unending struggle. As he begins to walk the path of cultivation, the boy is thrust into a relentless fight against fate itself. He is forced to confront the cruelty of humanity, where greed, betrayal, and ambition poison even the purest bonds. The weight of reality bears down on his once-soaring dreams, and he begins to see the stark contrast between his idealistic hopes and the brutal truths of life. Step by step, the boy must learn to navigate this merciless world, facing challenges that test not only his strength but also his spirit. Will he succumb to the harshness of cultivation, or will he rise above it, keeping his dreams alive amidst the shadows of despair? This is the story of a boy’s journey to find freedom, not just in the skies, but within his heart, as he learns the price of chasing his dreams in a world that demands sacrifices. ------------ English is not my native language, so please understand if there are any mistakes

Tanasma, a breathtaking planet where the harmony of magic and technology thrives side by side, giving birth to civilizations that stand in stark contrast to one another. Yet, this very contrast has made conflict an unending cycle, a storm that never truly settles. For as long as history remembers, Tanasma has been a battlefield of ideologies, where heroes and villains alike have risen and fallen, their ambitions either fueling the flames of war or extinguished before they could leave a mark. Some fight for justice, some for power, and others merely to survive—but in the end, so many perish without meaning, their names lost to the sands of time. What does it all amount to? Is war truly inevitable? Is peace nothing but a fleeting dream, crushed under the weight of unyielding beliefs? Or is it the boundless ego of mankind that dooms the world to an endless cycle of bloodshed?

Lila Collin’s has always lived her life by the books:Top grades, loyal friends and to top it off she had a ring on her finger from her to die for heartthrob, Caleb Wolfe, a steady hardworking handsome man she’s loved for years. Finally graduating college ,she decides to let loose for one night ,Celebrating her achievements with her friends while Caleb is tied up at work . However Everything changes when Lila comes across dashing,young CEO Adrian Ravencroft. Adrian is the man in every single lady’s radar, why not? He was dangerously handsome, a bad boy to the core whose mere presence in a room could make any woman forget her better judgement. With a reputation for trouble and a past shrouded in mystery ,Adrian is used to women chasing him. But Lila wasn’t every other lady and certainly did not have an eye out for Adrian. So how come she woke up the next day to find herself unclad in a hotel room with a mark on her neck she couldn’t explain. And for some reason, she can’t seem to stop thinking of the man she met,Adrian Ravencroft. “Lila, Lila... Lila," he said with a purr staring into her eyes with those dark, unending pupils. "You're such a stubborn girl. No matter, I'll let you off this time. With a warning," Adrian said, flashing Lila a dangerous smile with just the faintest sign of fangs escaping his lips. That deep baritone voice creeped into her mind in the unholiest of ways. Drawn into Adrian’s dark, seductive world, Lila is forced to navigate secrets she never imagined, dangers she never prepared for, and emotions she never wanted to feel. As Caleb grows distant and Adrian’s shadowy charm takes root, Lila must decide who she really is and who she is willing to become. But as her heart is pulled in two opposing directions, Lila will discover that some changes are irreversible. Her celebration becomes the beginning of a journey that could lead to eternal love—or eternal regret. Is Adrian Ravencroft her greatest adventure or her ultimate downfall? And when the darkness finally takes hold, will it claim her for good? One night, one choice, and one dangerous man will change everything.

"Congratulations on receiving the following Unique Skills:- –Appraisal (Basic) –Skill Absorption (Mythic) –Universal Synthesis (Ultimate)" _____________________________________ "Synthesis Skills— Swift Sword Strike + Fire Toad's Breath." "Ding!" "Congratulations! Your Skill Synthesis was successful." "Your skills evolved into: Azula Sword Strike.‌" "Synthesis Materials— Titanium Runic Sword + Wyvern Bones" "Congratulations! You Synthesis was successful. Your Sword has evolved into Skeletal Dragon Sword." ----- In a heart-wrenching tale of loneliness and despair, Ethan's life has been one of unending tragedy. Orphaned at a young age and tormented by a relentless terminal illness, he spent his final days confined to a cold, confined hospital room. As he takes his last breath, he awakened in a mysterious void, where Ethan is given the opportunity to choose three unique skills that will define his new existence. With millions of options but only three choices, he carefully selects his path, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey of Reincarnation. Reincarnated into a fantastical world filled with magical Skills, powerful beings, and untold dangers, Ethan must navigate his new life, wielding the skills he chose to survive and thrive in a realm where anything is possible. But the question remains: Will this second life bring him the happiness and purpose he was denied in his first, or will it lead him down an even darker path? Chapter release: 2 chs/day Guys, its my first time writing, and it might not suit everyone. I can only say sorry in advance. Thanks for reading!

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

In a universe devastated by unending wars, deadly cults, supreme religions, and slumbering giants, Vance Rayden awakens to a grimdark world teeming with supernatural forces—such as *The Hallowing—an unseen force that twists flesh and fractures minds, yet also grants a pathway to supremacy for the weak. To evolve is to gamble your soul and sunder your flesh. To refuse is to place your meaningless life in the hands of Titans and Emperors, roaming across the vast expanse of space.

Aidan was thrust into this word of death and magic against his will. He was weak, Frail and pathetic but his unyielding hardwork led him to the peak where he sits unrivaled, Now he tries to find other ways to cure his unending bordom. Netorase—Netorare—Overpowered—Harem—Elf’s—Giants—Incest—

The story follows Alphonse, a man cursed with immortality. As centuries pass, he witnesses the evolution of mankind, the progression of the world, and, ultimately, the death of his loved ones. Despite the countless grand wars fought and feats conquered, the achievements of the past bring him no joy or pride any longer. All he seeks now is nothing but an end to the treachery of his unending life.

"Hey, beautiful," she paused, "may I know your name?" Nox asked, not really believing the words that were leaving her lips at that moment. "I'm Dunamis, Aylin Dunamis. What's yours?" Aylin spoke, her sweet, soft voice sounding to Nox as beautiful as a symphony of angels. "Nox, Scarlett Nox, and I, dear Aylin, am your mate." Came the reply, Aylin's eyes widening with realization at the revelation by the Alpha before her. ------------------------------------------------------------- A random visit to a cafe` for a fresh coffee after a soulless morning in the office is the last place Alpha Scarlett Nox expected to find her mate, a sweet-looking omega called Aylin Dunamis. As they begin to explore their lives together as mates, the universe begins to stir. Unexpected encounters, unending hostilities and reunited loved ones appear, making the two wolves begin to realise that not all is as it seems. When the secrets they suffered to keep hidden finally surface, will they be buried under the skeletons they hid in their closets? One thing that is certain is that their meeting may have been fortune's favour, but the road ahead of them had no such sentiments. ----------------------------------------------------------- This is not a slow-burn romance in any way, shape or form. It contains some Futa aspects, if not comfortable, I suggest you don't read. Also, I do not take credit for any of these character images, the credit goes to pixart. This story is in the WSA Contest, so please vote and add it to your collection! Ruthless Alpha x Fiery Omega Girl x Girl

[Have you become more learned today?] [Accounting for the capacity of your brain, your study efficiency has been increased to 28 times that of normal.] [The remaining amount of energy you have for studying today, 26 hours.] [You will enter an exhausted state when your energy is depleted and be unable to obtain new information.] [Please relax by using the functions within the system and restore your energy as soon as possible.] With limited energy and the onset of fatigue, the Study Monster had no time to think too much--papers to come! Had the heavens not grant me this system, the unending sea of knowledge would seem like a long night.

Pre-reading: This was my first work and is going to forever remain uncompleted. However, I am going to attempt a redux soon under a different name. * * * Nathan James is an unfortunate man. Born mediocre in an extravagant world, crippled in an accident, he finds himself at his wits end. An unending gray, tinged with the lightest bit of blue. Now, Nathan finds himself in different world with a will to blaze a path of his own. The sole man destined to… wait, he’s not got a special destiny? * * *

Ethan Vale was nothing special. A university dropout, a shut-in obsessed with brutal, punishing RPGs, and a man who knew strategy better than he knew real life. But when his screen flickered with an ominous error message and the world around him shattered, he awoke in a land that should not exist—The Hollow Domain, a place where gods have long since died, where eldritch horrors rule, and where kingdoms of the damned crumble beneath an unending curse. He had no weapons. No powers. No divine destiny. But he had intelligence—and the curse of resurrection. Every time he dies, he returns to the same ruined citadel, his body restored but his mind forever scarred. Pain is not a fleeting experience here—it is absolute, relentless, and unforgettable. Every death is a lesson written in agony, each resurrection a cruel reset in an unforgiving world. The creatures here do not simply kill; they break. They torment. They consume. Survival is not guaranteed. Sanity is optional. But Ethan is determined to carve a path through the madness, to outthink the horrors that lurk in the shadows, and to uncover the truth behind the Hollow Domain. Because something is watching him. Something is waiting. And it wants him to suffer.

Dylan Kurogane was just another Grade 4 hunter—weak, broke, and barely surviving in a world where monsters ruled the wilds. Stronger hunters thrived, while people like him were nothing more than trash waiting to be disposed. But when a high-risk mission turns into a massacre, Dylan is left for dead. In that moment of despair, something answers him. A voice. A system. A power tied to the very shadows. Now, he’s changing—faster, stronger, something… different. But with power comes secrets, and the deeper he delves, the more he realizes: he was never meant to survive that day. Now Dylan has a Newfound Dream, to Save the World from its unending nightmares and take his Rightful place above the S-ranked Beasts and Hunters as the SHADOW MONARCH.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, DARK THEMES] “I will tie you to the bedpost and fuck you like a dirty little slut. Our bodies will meet in perfumes and in sweat until you're screaming for mercy from me… your big bad fuckable lord and Alpha." He vowed and my face seared with humiliation. Wasn't it laughable that I was not humiliated because of his words, but because of what the thoughts that lingered at the back of my mind were? I wanted every bit of it. The crazy wild sex, the toxic bond… somehow—the sound of them set my soul on fire. I wanted them all. ____ Phoebe Skywalker is a humble maid in the mansion of the Prestigious Blue Moon’s Alpha. When she is chosen as the Moon's Chosen who is destined to mate with the Alpha, no one expected this taboo as only elites were allowed to become the Luna. Unable to tolerate this humiliation, the arrogant Alpha rejects her. But the Alpha Council intervenes, forcing him to mate with the unlikely chosen one. Phoebe becomes the pack’s Luna but Alpha Kaene would never open his heart to her… or so he thought. When he tries his best to intimidate her, promising her unending nights of merciless lovemaking, Kaene doesn't expect the feisty side of Phoebe that he soon comes to discover. The taboo Luna shocks everyone as she not only shines in conquering enemies but also in stealing the heart of the stoic Alpha Kaene.

{Check out my new novel, Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death} 'Born In Ruins' was a forgettable read. That was the only way Emir could describe the pages of the novel he had found himself reincarnated into. The young man barely knew anything, but the snippets he had recalled only caused him unending sorrow... As what awaited him was only tragedy and an early death. It was a depressing story, one that he had planned to flip on its head—all for his salvation. — In this post-apocalyptic world, monsters fought humans and cyborgs in a battle for survival on a scale greater than ever before. A world where innocence and death were a luxury, where the line between heroes and villains was razor-thin. Within its expanse, 'Ancient Clans,' 'Galactic Federations,' 'Factions', and 'Corporations' presided over colossal 'Ruins' that dwarfed the concept of life itself. Survivors of the 'Third World War' continuously dove into the 'Old World,' 'Hunting' for 'Relics' in any ruin that they could find on Earth, desperate to reclaim 'Lost' technology, to stand a fighting chance against the inevitable. But it appeared that 'Earthkind' had met their match. …However, Emir would never allow that fate to take its course. — Emir unraveled layers of the tale and realized the truth of the world. He acquainted himself with the rules of this game before it fully consumed him. And now... no longer content with mere survival, he sought to dominate over the very fabric of this unforgiving universe. Emir shall rise from the pawn he once was, seeking to unravel the mysteries that hounded him. The boundaries of 'Aether,' his father’s disappearance, the noose hanging above his family’s head, and of course… his starless destiny, a fate he longed to control. This pursuit would earn him the epithet: "Prince Of The Fallen." ---------------------------------------------- *Tags: Reincarnation ;), Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Magical Realism, Academy (Volume 3), Romance, Apocalypse, {Anti-Hero. Villain.} *Expect this novel to start slowly; it begins ramping up at the halfway point of volume 1. *The Magic System is introduced at the end of volume 1, read my review and Auxiliary chapter for more on that. *Warning: The main characters have emotions like proper humans. So don't expect your usual emo kid as the MC and come complaining later.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] 'Did it make absolute sense that the only way to reverse a curse was with another curse, even if it was a six feet sauve-looking demon whose features was sculpted to the apex of perfection?' Life seemed unnatually unfair when Aella had to embark on a suicidal journey to save her family from a rueful damnation, though she never brought the curse in the first place. Getting to the end of her journey, she found out something which made her hair stand out... The demon she intended to slay wasn't a ferocious creature but a demonic beauty with a mysterious aura that oddly set her body on fire. He was a divine creature, demonic, but dangerously so. When she stumbled into his life, he had one thought. Make her fall for him, ruining her mission. After all, he was the demon himself. Rather than getting his heart, Aella fell for his charms, inviting an unending chaos into her already doomed life. Thrown in a crossroad, she is confused on which path to take. Abide by her heart and let herself fall into a whirlwind of love, or allow intervention and be apart, saving herself from his cursed fate. A tale of gripping desires... Desiring The Cursed Demon's Heart. _______________ Volume 1: Desiring The Cursed Demon's Heart [COMPLETED] at 282 chapters. Volume 2: Acquiring The Cursed Angel's Heart [ONGOING] ________________ P.S Cover not mine, credit all to the artist!

A phantasm of a metaphor made real, an allegory based upon principles of the dynamics of ontology itself. It leaves behind a barely-real whisper to mark its path. There’s about a million different creation mythos that we can go into, so I'll keep this one simple. Once before a time, there was a long unending quiet. I will not get into the specifics—just know that this quiet was inevitable. It prefigured all and it is what all will come back to in due time. And please, always remember: this is an allegory. *Ahem* anyway: eventually, a whisper, a euphony came into existence. Whether the whisper was the long quiet itself or something else that came out of it is irrelevant currently. Either way, that whisper moved across that unending quiet and ‘pointed’ to a section. It said: "This section will be an infinite world that will extend into an infinite number of dimensions. This will be the physical world" “These infinite dimensions will harbor any and all; this is where the 'simple' will live." Then, it looked to the ‘right’ of the physical world and said: "This will be an ascended plane of existence, mirroring the physical world; this will be a world build upon conscience, objective truths/axioms, and beings beyond simple comprehension" This world resembles a tower. A tower with a beyond infinite amount of floors, each floor sharing its own axioms, and each subsequent floor unequivocally surpassing the previous. These floors will be like fluid, not set in stone. It is known that the whisper said SOMETHING to this beyond infinite tower, but the specifics is not recorded here. Finally, the whisper created a network of strings. These strings exist in ‘the weave’, they connect all living minds and concepts together. T=1 Then the whisper went quiet. For the quiet is all there can and will be. (What to expect?) I can be nothing other than what I am. (Updates:) Honestly, it’s hard to say. I’m pretty busy right now since I’m in my senior year of high school. I’m also a perfectionist, so each chapter I write goes through extensive rewrites and edits (some more than others). All I can say is that a new chapter will come out every few weeks or so. Don’t expect this story to be 1,500 chapters, though. I’m not looking to write it over the course of 9 years at the pace I work.

What happens when a hero realises the futility of his savior complex?... And his ambitious heart requires the suffering of the world to be put aside. Ain a player that couldn't find the limits of his potential, destroys the very world he protected for years.. With the wish granted by the Akashik Records,he is reborn in a different world. Armed with the experience of a hero and a heart that wants to grow even stronger. Ready to challenge every known and unknown power in existence to test his limits, and his unending thirst to conquer.. [If you liked the Primordial record or Greed like books you would find this quite your niche]

In the midst of an unending war and personal turmoil, Sage Desmond is forced to leave behind the life she knows, stepping into a strange and mysterious school. As she navigates a world full of odd traditions, mysterious companions, and an enigmatic new reality, Sage quickly realizes that nothing is as it seems. Faced with whispers of untold power and cryptic warnings, she must uncover the truth about herself and her past. The question is, can she survive long enough to understand her destiny?

"You don't deserve to be auctioned" The Don finally said, making me stop the struggle. "Thank you" I said as I cleaned my watery eyes, happy that he finally listened to my subtle pleas. "Get her ready for the ritual!" The Don ordered the big man who was currently still holding me. **** "Once marked by the Don, you do not own your life anymore as you solely become his" ~ Author. ******* The minute he set his eyes on her, he knew he had to make her suffer for the sins of her sister and so he MARKED HER. Jadelyn was being used as a collateral for her father's unpaid debt, landing her in the hands of the most ruthless young don - Romano Callamore. All Romano knew was that she had to pay for the sins of her wicked sister -his ex secret lover and that he did. Just when their love was about to blossom after so many tribulations; Jadelyn's sister reappears back with a child who looked exactly like Romano Callamore. Confusion sets in as Jadelyn doesn't know how to feel considering the fact that she was pregnant and also in love with with her sister's First Love. Jadelyn was torn between letting her beloved manipulative sister have a happy life without her- Jadelyn in the picture, AND fighting for what she wants What do you think her decision will be? Family Loyalty or Love? Join me as we uncover unending secrets and unexpected plot twists. °•° # WARNING. This story contains mature and explicit content. ©This work is a product of authors imagination, ranging from the names, plot, events and whatnot. Thank you as you read!

In the ancient city of Qingzhen, Shi Yi, a determined witch hunter, dedicates his life to eradicating the Wuyi witches. Just as he is on the verge of defeating their powerful leader, she curses him with immortality, forcing him to endure the heart-wrenching loss of his loved ones as they age and die around him. Initially viewing the curse as a cruel joke, Shi Yi soon comes to understand the tragic reality of his eternal existence. Desperate to escape his unending suffering, Shi Yi embarks on a quest to find the legendary Wuyi clan sword, the only weapon capable of ending his life. His journey leads him to an old man who reveals that he must locate the descendant of the Wuyi clan to wield the sword's power. A century later, Shi Yi encounters a young girl on the brink of suicide, whom he saves, suspecting she may be the descendant he seeks. To draw her closer, he rescues her from an abusive family, offering her protection and a safe haven. In return, he asks her to learn the sword's power and ultimately take his life. This sets the stage for a complex relationship intertwined with fate, sacrifice, and the quest for freedom, as both characters navigate their intertwined destinies and the heavy burden of their choices.

The world is a desolate place where an unrelenting storm plagues all year round. All beings underneath became subjects of unending and perpetuating cycle of cold and darkness. Beyond these harsh lands of ice and hails stood a man. He wore a mighty suit, his shredded cape dancing against the howling snowstorm. The man held a beautiful sword and above his head was a crown, glistening with trinkets of diamonds and gold alike. This is the story of a King and his quest towards a goal he could not recognize.

Annabeth, 23, known far and wide as The Mistress of Despair, has a well-earned reputation for ruthlessness, ambition, and a flair for theatrics. But even she isn't prepared when a strange, infuriatingly powerful boy suddenly appears in her home and—without so much as a dramatic monologue—utterly crushes her. Death is supposed to be the end, but not for Annabeth. Instead, she’s yanked back to her first breath, forced to relive her cursed life from the very beginning. Her mother? Mysteriously dead during childbirth. Her father? Poisoned by a scheming wife before Annabeth even loses her baby teeth. The only constants in her life are her overpowered, possibly psychopathic uncle and the haunting certainty of her own downfall. Rather than reflect, repent, or pursue a quiet life, Annabeth decides on a simpler solution: become even more terrifying. After all, absolute power should be enough to defeat anyone, even the mysterious man who keeps showing up to kill her. Right? Right? Every plan, every spell, every life leads to the same humiliating conclusion: defeat, rebirth, repeat. It’s enough to give even The Mistress of Despair an existential crisis. When a runaway slave crosses her path, offering her a glimpse of happiness and hope, Annabeth begins to wonder if redemption—or even escape—is possible. But her past isn't done with her, and every rebirth tightens the chains that bind her to an unending cycle of torment. Can Annabeth break free, or is she doomed to be the architect of her own misery forever? ************************************************************************************* "If you’re going to make an entrance, make it unforgettable." "And if you can’t manage unforgettable, at least go for dramatic." ************************************************************************************* Given her past, Annabeth calling someone else a witch—or worse, a b*tch—was laughably hypocritical. But honestly, what's a little hypocrisy from someone who once killed children just to avoid the inconvenience of them growing up and seeking revenge for their dead parents? ************************************************************************************* "I’m a skinny guy—I can’t handle the big chunks you’re talking about. Why don’t you take them since, you know, you’re already halfway to turning into a boulder?" the skinny man smirked. "Watch it, Ollie! I was just trying to be generous since you look like a strong breeze might finish you off!" Lord Brodie shot back, his face reddening under his double chin. ************************************************************************************* "Look, I’m not saying it’s okay to fall apart. But it happens. It happens to everyone. What matters in the end is what you do with the pieces. No matter how many times you shatter, I’ll pick up every single shard." "Even if it tears me apart to see you hurting, I’ll still put you back together. And even if I have to hold you together with my own two hands, I’ll make sure you stand whole again." ************************************************************************************* Don't forget to add the book to your collections so that you may see updated chapters when I upload them. P.S.: Feedback, comments, reviews and gifts are welcome. P.P.S: Power stones are welcome too. P.P.P.S? (Really?): Especially power stones. :P P.P.P.P.S (I swear it's the last one): If you're a beginner writer too, comment the title of your book so that I can provide a review and some feedback. Maybe even a shiny new Power Stone...

Gavin, the peculiar anti-hero of Endless Proof: Reincarnation Isn't Justice!, is a petite, delicate-looking teenage boy whose outward appearance is as unnerving as his personality. With his diminutive frame and androgynous features, he often draws confused glances, an effect only heightened by his striking hair—split evenly between stark white and jet black, as if his very existence is divided between light and shadow. But it’s his eyes that truly unsettle: deep, black voids that seem to swallow light, as though they’re windows to the infinite emptiness of his soul. His unnervingly blank expression often gives way to smirks of dry amusement, the only hint at the chaos he’s about to unleash. Gavin has long since stopped caring about the endless cycle of reincarnation he’s trapped in. With no original life to anchor him and an unending loop of memories from countless worlds, identities, and timelines, he’s grown utterly disillusioned. He doesn’t even bother pretending to be invested anymore. Instead, he’s made a choice: if the universe insists on thrusting him into infinite lives, he’ll make each one a stage for his dark comedy, turning everyone around him into unwitting participants in his whimsical chaos. Despite his frail, ghostlike appearance, Gavin wields immense power, easily bending the rules of each world to suit his humor. He might conjure a fire-breathing dragon, only to make it sneeze bubbles instead of fire. He’s just as likely to replace the fearsome demon king’s minions with a choir of tone-deaf singing slimes or turn the Chosen Hero’s sacred relic into a banana. His deadpan delivery and unflinching apathy only make his antics more jarring—he’ll face world-ending crises with the same energy he uses to decide whether breakfast should include toast. Though Gavin’s jokes are seemingly harmless, they often force other characters to face the absurdity of their own existences. Arrogant knights, stoic kings, and brooding villains are all reduced to bumbling fools in his presence, their grand destinies shredded by his relentless mockery of the narratives they cling to. Yet, underneath his sharp wit and apathetic exterior lies a tragic core—an eternal loneliness born from existing without an origin, a person without a home or purpose. For Gavin, humor is both a weapon and a shield, a way to stave off the crushing weight of eternity. While others see him as an unpredictable force of nature, he sees himself as the punchline to an unfunny cosmic joke. His actions may seem random, but there’s a method to his madness: to remind everyone, including himself, that in a world as absurd as his, laughter is the only thing that makes sense.

(WSA 2025 Entry) Is it a sin to want to save just one person? Is it a sin to yearn for a normal life? Why must they endure endless suffering just to survive another day? This is the story of two souls who shared the same dreams and aspirations, yet the world has been nothing but cruel to them. One was destined to become humanity's greatest calamity, while the other was trapped in an unending cycle where escape and happy endings were nothing more than illusions. Bound by shared hopes and an unyielding fate, their souls and destinies remain forever intertwined, chained by threads of despair that no power can break.

A One-Night Stand. An Arranged Marriage. An Unending Game of Betrayals. Some call it fate. Linda calls it a nightmare. Everyone dreams of a Cinderella love story, but Linda's love story started in the wrong kind of ballroom. A smoky bar, a heartbreak-fueled plan to get back at her ex, and Leon—a man with just the right amount of charm and mischief to fit her scheme. One reckless hookup later, her private life became a public scandal when their explicit photos surfaced online, leaving her humiliated and desperate to disappear. Fleeing the city was supposed to bring peace, but instead, Linda discovered she was carrying Leon’s child. Determined to raise her baby alone, she pushed thoughts of him aside, until he reappeared. Not as a fleeting memory, but as her father’s choice for her arranged husband. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Linda hissed, her voice sharp as she looked up to her groom on the altar. “Believe me, sweetheart, this wasn’t my dream wedding either,” Leon replied, his tone infuriatingly calm. “Then why did you agree to it?” she asked, her breath hitching. Leon leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “We don’t have a choice. But if you think for a second you're disappearing on me again, think again.” What started as an arranged marriage spiraled into a rollercoaster of deception, passion, and deadly secrets. As Linda uncovers the dark truths about her family, she realizes Leon is the only one willing to stand by her. But their fragile alliance is tested with every revelation, every betrayal, and every scorching moment of desire they can’t ignore. When love and survival hang in the balance, will they rise together—or fall apart?

After succumbing to an incurable disease, Yuka Hikano awakens in a surreal realm of endless doors, each hiding gifts from powerful deities. He and others who share the same fate of premature death are thrust into a series of trials—tests that determine their worthiness to enter new worlds. But these worlds are nothing like Earth. Yuka is cast into a brutal, apocalyptic wasteland ravaged by unending war and chaos. Here, survival is a cruel game, and the rules are written in blood. His dream of finding peace with those he holds dear is shattered by the relentless horrors of this new existence. As the lines between reality and nightmare blur, Yuka discovers the world itself has its own agenda—a sinister game that pits life against death, hope against despair. Every decision could mean salvation or damnation, and every step draws him closer to a truth more horrifying than he ever imagined. In this twisted realm, peace is not given—it must be earned, fought for, and paid for in unimaginable ways. Will Yuka rise above the chaos, or will the game break him?

As Earth faces its inevitable demise, an inexplicable phenomenon strikes: every human falls into a strange, unending slumber. In their dreams, they are transported to a vast, barren desert where surreal structures loom on the horizon. Here, they experience not just visions, but reality itself—what happens in the dream world manifests in the waking world, and every injury or death carries deadly consequences. Among the millions of dreamers, a diverse group of individuals from different walks of life begin to realize that they are all connected in this dreamscape, and that their fate is intricately tied to the world’s destruction. As they explore the dream, they uncover forgotten secrets and face harrowing challenges. Each character must confront their deepest fears, unravel the mysteries of the dream, and ultimately find a way to save themselves—and perhaps even the Earth—before it’s too late. Dreams of the End is a gripping, high-stakes tale of survival, self-discovery, and the power of dreams, blending sci-fi, mystery, and psychological thriller elements in a race against time ..................................................