House Of Roots

A vast, forgotten house, cursed by an ancient force whose origin remains unknown. It only reveals itself to those it chooses... to everyone else, it appears as nothing more than a quiet, unremarkable hill. Those who enter never return—not because they are prisoners, but because something inside... won’t let them leave. Jack Smith, a kind-hearted young man who bears no malice and harms no one, finds his fate forever altered when the house appears to him. He wasn’t chosen because of a sin he committed, but because his blood carries a buried legacy… for his great-grandfather was the one who laid the first stone of this cursed house. The house never forgets... and it never forgives.

A mysterious star grants incredible powers to humans—but in exchange, everything that makes them human is lost. Only those who come into direct contact with the star gain these abilities. Among them, Lux Aeterna remains the only one unaware of what is truly happening. Saved by the powerless humans, she witnesses as they eventually fall under the rule of those who wield the star’s power. Years later, Lux bears a child destined to challenge and overthrow these self-proclaimed god-humans. His name is Anon Xembo.

Osamu Murakami was your average college drop-out, till he wasn't. By the age of twenty he was completely alone in modern Japanese society, failing his literature courses because his writing was too damn fantastical. Pooh. If writing fantasy won't sell now, he'd not want to live in such a world. Guess God heard his wish. After an incident at the local 7-11 convience store he was resting by the roof's edge, when suddenly he was startled by his goddess Fumiko and he fell. Fumiko tried to save him but they ended up falling together, and they died. But at least it was quiet now... right? Why is there the sound of a baby crying? Weird. Wait. Was that him...? He had reincarnated as Temius Daecerus, in the Royal House of Tarkhan Daecerus, the Iron Lord of the fantasy world of Selliva and he had absolutely no idea what he should feel about this sudden plot twist... Can't a guy even die in peace???? Now begins the story as we follow Osamu's adventure as the genius mage of the House of Tarkhan in the world of Selliva.

Chen Yuan was just another overworked nobody, until he died of exhaustion while finishing the final chapter of his favorite dark cultivation novel, Demon Immortal Path. Then he woke up inside it. Trapped in the body of Lu Tian, a faceless corpse meant to die in chapter one, Chen Yuan finds himself at the bottom of a pit filled with failed cultivators, poison fog, and bone-leeches. But Chen Yuan isn’t just another transmigrator. He’s read the entire book. He knows the plots. The betrayals. The forbidden techniques that lead to demonic ascension, and the brutal sects that crush anything without power. Armed with only a corpse’s identity and a cultivation method even the devils fear. The Abyss Root Method, which grows not from Qi but from trauma, obsession, and memory. Lu Tian begins clawing his way from the grave. He won’t be a hero. He won’t be a villain. He will remember, endure, and rise, no matter how deep he must dig into the abyss of his soul. Because in this world, only demons survive.

We are in this new orphanage but why couldn't we leave? Is this house trying to stop us?

Looking back, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Sometimes I wonder if life would’ve been better if Eliza and I had never discovered the truth. Maybe that’s selfish. But we might’ve been happier— or at least, that’s what I like to believe. Magic is a mystery. Even now, no one truly understands it. It flows through the world, choosing its own vessels. And once it touches you, it never lets go. I wish that was all I had to tell you. But my story is darker— filled with mystery, sacrifice, and loss. My name is Maddox. And we should’ve never left the orphanage. But what choice did we have?

When a family moves into an old home with a dark past, they quickly realize it's not just the creaking floors or cold drafts they should fear — it's the feeling that someone, or something, is always listening.

Four queens. One throne. Let the game begin. The Queen of Diamonds rules with fury. The Queen Hearts plots with poison. The Queen Spades strikes from the shadows. The Queen of Clubs commands with war. Each a villainess. Each a storm. The kingdom was never meant to survive all four. But this is no ordinary war-this is a game, and every move is watched, every misstep manipulated. The deck was stacked before the first blade was drawn, and somewhere behind the veil, the true gamemaster waits. Let the cards be drawn. Let the queens take form. Let the crown be shattered in a crimson storm.

Since time immemorial, there lay a house free from the chains of time. It was said that all who lived there gained eternal youth, and such beings are named – Ancients. Dynasties rose and fell, yet this house remained untouched by the world. However, no secret remains hidden and no treasure remains unclaimed. The world had become too powerful! The races of the world drove them to their deaths, but one last way remained. Laex, the brightest of the 8 Ancients, entered the Gate of Rebirth to pursue a new life free from the chains of immortality and the curse that came alongside it. In a quest to call upon his fellow Ancients to this world, he would have to overthrow Kingdoms, Empires, States, and Dynasties! In this world of Codex, Keys, and Gates, a new adventure awaits!

A journalist who didn't know what he was getting into... until he foolishly discovered it.

[ Warning: Mature content R-18 ] ______________________________ Luis, a man stuck in a troubled marriage, lives with his wife Lily and her family. Despite his efforts to improve his life, he is continuously belittled by his in-laws, especially his mother-in-law Ruth. Luis life takes a turn when he discovers a mysterious system. [Ding! The Lust system has been successfully bound!] The story explores themes of family dynamics, hidden emotions, and the desire for validation in a world where appearances are everything. Ryan must decide whether he will continue to be passive or take control of his own destiny, all while learning the true power of the system that has entered his life. ______________________________ [Things to be noted] 1. From the title, you should've guessed it already but let me tell you the story will be filled with many sexual adventures. So... you are welcome to enjoy them..... 2. However... don't expect MC to have sexual relations with every woman he meets. I'll be focusing on the story, and would 'Try' not to blindly throw sex scenes left and right. Important Note: If you enjoy the story then don't forget to vote your GTs, Power stones and also if you can, send some GIFTS too. This poor soul would appreciate it. Happy reading~ ________________

Bound by roots and flames When Elora Peters arrives in the forgotten town of Hawthorne after a tragic loss, she expects silence, grief, and shadows. What she finds is something far older—something alive beneath the soil. Drawn to the forest, haunted by dreams, and watched by a town that speaks in whispers, Elora begins to uncover pieces of a past that was buried for a reason. But some roots don’t stay buried. And some destinies cannot be denied.

Aanya and Veer step into the mirror’s cursed realm—a world of broken memories, flickering shadows, and echoes of everything they were too afraid to face. Inside this haunted reflection, guilt takes shape, and forgotten promises demand payment. But it’s not just horror that waits on the other side. It’s her. Ananta. As the truth unravels, Veer becomes Aanya’s anchor. Protective, burning with quiet rage at her pain, he wraps her in love like armor—whispering deadly romantic confessions even as ghosts close in. "If this mirror wants you, it’ll have to take me too. And trust me, sweetheart—if death wants to dance, I’ll make it waltz to your heartbeat." Their journey is a descent through guilt and memory—revealing Ananta’s sacrifice, Naira’s whispered warnings, and Aanya’s forgotten promise to never leave her sister behind. But it’s Veer’s words that tether Aanya to the light: “You were never a curse, Aanya. You were the only thing this House couldn’t break.” With emotion crackling like thunder and horror pulsing at every corner, this novel delivers romance draped in ruin, and a love that dares to survive the mirror. The reflection never lies. But sometimes... it forgives.

RFR Tian Rui was born with no spirit root, no clan, and no future—until an ancient relic chooses him. Now bound to a forgotten power, hunted by elites, and guided by a mentor with secrets of his own, Tian Rui must rise from nothing to defy a world built to reject him. In a realm where strength is everything, he’ll discover that some roots are meant to break… and rebuild the heavens.

A horror novel writer, Kaelen Verin, inherits an abandoned house on the outskirts of a modern city. No one wants to speak about its past, and the locals regard him with fear. However, what he discovers inside is more terrifying than anything he has ever written. Inside, he finds an old manuscript titled "A Broken House and Dead Bodies" – the exact title of the novel he intended to write. The problem? The book is fully written. And it tells his story. With each page he reads, the events described begin to become reality. The corpses mentioned in the text appear in the house, shadows from the past whisper impossible truths, and a cursed medieval knight, clad in broken armor, tries to kill him, accusing him of "creating him and condemning him."

Synopsis: Abandoned by her mother at the tender age of three, twelve-year-old Zaria has known little but heartache. Raised in a home shadowed by neglect and cruelty, her father’s new marriage brings no relief—only a cold stepmother who sees her as nothing more than a burden. While her stepsiblings live carefree, Zaria carries the weight of silence, loneliness, and the desperate hope that one day she might find love and belonging. As she navigates the painful truths of her fractured family, Zaria must summon an inner strength she never knew she had—because sometimes, the hardest battles are fought in the place that’s supposed to be home.

Just writing this for fun not a good writer first time go easy

The name Vashirayan means nothing to most. It doesn’t trend. It doesn’t hold office. But in rooms where wars are decided, it means one thing: Stay quiet. Or disappear. Across the world, they are known by many names: The House of the Sage. The Crownless Kings. Hi no Michibiki : “Guided by Fire.” La Sombra Serena : “The Serene Shadow.” The Ones Who Don’t Knock. Each name different. Each name earned. Each name spoken only once. House of the Sage is a modern myth-thriller, where ancient bloodlines shape new empires, and a silent war simmers beneath elite society. At its center: Nivrit Vashirayan. A quiet graduate student with a calm voice, brilliant mind… and a terrifying inheritance. He was raised to disappear into normal life. But some bloodlines don’t go quiet forever. When Niv steps into view, it’s felt everywhere. Cartels hesitate. Private guards get reassigned. Old families reopen dossiers sealed in fireproof cabinets. Because the Vashirayans never announce themselves. But the world always feels it when they move.

In a kingdom where noble blood means everything, Eliana Veyne's family name means nothing—except fear. When a duke chokes on a poisoned grape at the royal banquet, the court whispers her name. But Eliana isn't hiding. She's reminding them. Because the Veynes don't need magic to be dangerous. They need only the right moment... and the right lie.

Here i was thinking i could pay off my rent and live peacefully this summer, but no, nope, never. Even Gods are not wanting that.

Genius programmer Kazuki Reign built the sentient VR world Eidolon Online to be humanity's future. Now, he's trapped inside it—not as a player, but as Root_User_0, a god with absolute command over reality. But Eidolon has rotted from within, birthing glitch-born gods and self-aware AIs. Worshipped by some, hunted by others, and loved by a harem of corrupted queens and rogue system agents, Kazuki must wield his omnipotence to save his creation from total collapse, even as a darker, hidden authority seeks to delete him from existence.

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Isaac has entered a new realm, as one of this year's batch of protectors. Coming from a more mundane reality, the young engineer has been handed abilities similar to the games that he's far too familiar with. Those in the RTS genre, with these abilities read on as he creates an army to defend the Root Realm. The Root Realm is the origin of up to four other realms, realities with differing beliefs. Each year a group of 12, three from each realm, will be sent into the reality with a prompt and new abilities to help them in their task to take on the threats of the realm.

Timothy’s sister has been missing for three years. Though a noted cross-country serial killer claimed her, no trace of her body has ever been found. Everyone, including her ex-boyfriend, Marshall, has accepted the story, except Timothy. After a series of increasingly puzzling dreams, Timothy convinces Marshall to join him on a journey to Trinity, Georgia —a town surrounded by forests and shrouded in mystery. Their quest for the truth soon takes a horrifying turn when deeply buried secrets burst to the surface, secrets that could lead to a house in the forest whose truths may be more horrifying than either of them can imagine.

In the forgotten reaches of Yr’Thalos, where mountains scrape the belly of the gods and seas swallow secrets, a spark ignited—one that would carve destiny into stone and flesh alike. Reginal J. Ashveil, a man born from dust and storm, held the last ember of an ancient power—the Fang. With the bond of Ma’karash the dragon and the fierce loyalty of Kammy and Milo, he would rise against silence, against the gods, against the erasure of all that was. The world waited. The flame stirred. This was the dawn of the Emberborn.

Ten years. Ten years of silence, steel bars, and suffocating isolation. Ten years of sacrifice for a family that never intended to save her. Heira Darnell believed her choice was noble pleading guilty to a crime she didn’t commit to protect her father’s empire. She imagined her loyalty would be rewarded with love, with redemption. That her family would fight for her release, proclaim her innocence, and one day welcome her back with open arms. She was wrong. When the prison gates finally opened, freedom came with a devastating truth: her family had erased her. They denied her existence, rewrote history, and built a new life without her. In her place, they installed Calliope a girl they adopted not out of love, but out of strategy. Beautiful, brilliant, and venomous beneath a perfect smile, Calliope didn’t just fill Heira’s shoes she twisted the knife. It wasn’t enough to replace Heira. Calliope rewrote her story, poisoned what was left of her name, and made sure no one would ever ask what really happened. The Darnells the people Heira bled for abandoned her the moment she became inconvenient. And it was Calliope who helped seal the door behind her. Shattered by betrayal, burning with rage, Heira steps back into a world that no longer remembers her but she remembers everything. Especially Calliope: the snake in silk, the false daughter basking in stolen power, the rival who knows exactly how to smile while twisting the blade. Now, Heira wants more than justice. She wants retribution. They stole her life, her name, her dignity. She’ll take back all of it and more. Brick by brick, secret by secret, she’ll dismantle the legacy she once protected. And when she returns to the mansion that cast her out, it won’t be as a daughter but as a reckoning. They thought prison would break her. Instead, it forged her. The game has changed. And Heira is no longer playing by their rules.