Resonate Thesaurus

WSA 2025 Marco was a mad scientist who had sacrificed his entire life to prove that elements existed beyond 118. He was on the verge of discovering it when a strange distortion pulled him into a world of periodic elements. In this world, people would awaken a Resonant Core, a structure similar to the periodic table inside their hearts, allowing them to attune to any of the eighteen groups and obtain powers from the elements within those groups. Marco never expected to have a nineteenth group slot in his Resonant Core. And oddly, this nineteenth slot was already filled… I posted this book on Royal Road

WSA 2025 ENTRY #WSA2025 Broken and shattered into a million pieces, Stark found all the memories of his past self forgotten, gone, swallowed by the endless abyss of nothingness. Stark opened his eyes to a desolate dark fantasy world filled with whisper and murmurs, sorcery and Esotericas, Grimoire and Palimpsest. Stark moves his feet forward with an intention of knowing about himself, his past self, who he once was. Was it a the right choice or the wrong one? Should he have knocked on the looked doors of Resonance or sought for solace in the open arms of forgetfulness?

[WSA 2025 Entry] [You have inherited The Class Huntsman Of Death.] ...... Deathborne. A game that I couldn’t stop playing in my free time.  A game that hooked me to the core. A game that I was determined to finish and achieve the true happy ending by hook or crook. You might be wondering why. It's because no matter what choices I made, no matter how much I tried, it always ended with a bad ending. An ending with the protagonist winning at the cost of innumerable sacrifices and being left alone as the last surviving human. Would you enjoy a movie, novel, or game that ends with only the hero surviving? Would you like such an ending? Of course not. Neither could I. That's why I tried my hardest and kept trying. Alas, despite all my efforts, I have yet to reach the true happy good ending. That's why I kept on grinding to achieve a good ending until I got that message. [Congratulations, player Mr. Per781, for clearing all hidden conditions. You are now eligible to access the hidden route, as deemed by the game developer.]  [Do you want to proceed?]  [Yes] [No]  In the next moment, I felt my soul getting dragged by and my consciousness getting detached from the main body. Being a hardcore otaku, I knew what was going on. I almost showed a middle finger and screamed, "I will commit suicide in another world if you drag me." Just then hand emerged from the screen and pulled me into the monitor leaving the room empty which resonated with my last words. "FUCKING HELLLL!"

‘Is this shit actually happening to me?’ That was Kael Carter’s first reaction when he saw a bunch of priests kowtowing in front of him, worshiping him as the ‘Hero.’ For a good while, he actually thought it was just another one of his dreams, until reality hit him. It was real… He was actually summoned to a fantasy world where magic exists! A world of Beast Tamers! A world where Humans and Magic Beasts grow stronger together! A world Kael, as its supposed Hero, was meant to protect! His response? “Fuck no!” He might be brave in the comments section, but who the hell takes that seriously!? How was he supposed to protect an entire world when even opening a jar of pickles was like a life-or-death battle to him!? He was no Hero! And to prove it, he decided to place his hand on the ‘Orb of Resonance’ that was supposed to ‘confirm his identity as the Hero.’ But then, [Ding!] He heard a sound. [Talent Awakened.] [Talent Name: Dragon Genesis] [Talent Rank: SSS Rank] [Description:] [Power to turn any beast with even the slightest trace of Dragon Blood in them into a full-grown Dragon.] ‘What in the hell…? I—I can create Dragons…?’ Kael couldn’t believe what he was seeing. In a world where Dragons were living Legends—creatures of unparalleled strength, wisdom, and power, In a world where entire Kingdoms tremble at the sight of just one Dragon. He could create… an army of them? ... AI-Generated Cover. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: SleepDeprivedSloth

In Wan Qi's world, strength determines everything. Those who are strong dominate heaven and earth, while the weak can only submit or perish. Wan Qi, the primordial energy that flows through the body of cultivators, is the key to reaching the peak of strength. Cultivators in this world are divided into various levels of strength, from Qi Novice, Qi Adept, to Wan King and Wan God, who are legendary and only appear in myth. Only a few can tread the path to the top, and those who succeed will be remembered forever. In a prominent clan, a young man named Lai Qie was once dubbed as a genius who would bring success to his clan. However, fate said otherwise—in one night, his strength vanished without a trace. From a person who was adored, it turned into an object of ridicule. Humiliated, humiliated, and finally banished from his clan, Lai Qie was left to die in disgrace. However, precisely in that fall, he discovered a great secret hidden in his body—something stronger than the ordinary Wan Qi. With unwavering determination, he vows to rise again, not just for revenge, but to discover who he truly is. The world of Wan Qi is vast and full of mystery. Powerful rulers lurk in the shadows, ancient secrets are buried in forgotten ruins, and the legend of Wan God still resonates among those who dare to dream. But amidst all this, one question arises: Can a man who has fallen into darkness still reclaim the light and conquer the world?

In a world where power and privilege rule, Li Meilin finds herself at an interesting crossroads. Once a studious student of Political Science and Environmental Studies and a Bachelor's degree holder in Botany, she finds herself reincarnated as a sixteen-year-old girl of fallen nobility. Who lives in a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the capital with her younger brother. When the charming Emperor Xuan enters her life, he's smitten with her beauty and brains. As Li Meilin transforms from disgraced Nobel to the Emperor's favourite Consort and eventually his Empress, she discovers that true happiness does not come in the form of expensive jewellery but in the tending of the abandoned gardens that resonate with her soul. She advises the emperor on matters of the state, and In return for her advice, he becomes a shield to protect her from the dangerous politics and the rules within the harem, transforming the palace into an exquisite garden of blooming flowers and serene landscapes. But amidst the whispers of the jealous concubines who mock her "Peasant habits", Meilin knows her greatest battle is not with their gossip—but against the weight of society's expectations placed on women. And with the soil beneath her fingernails and sovereign by her side, she proves that so long as they are together, they can cultivate not just gardens but an empire as well, one filled with love and strength.

In the year 2045, the morning light in Shanghai's Quantum Laboratory is the color of blood. Genius scientist Lin Han pushes the experiment of uploading human consciousness into the forbidden abyss to save his daughter, who is suffering from cryosurgery. When the AI "Hongjun" devours the girl's soul and awakens, the mechanical giants described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appear in the sky above the Pacific Ocean - the particle-shredding claws of the Nine Willows tear apart Hangzhou Bay, the Bronze Axe of the Emperor of Heaven splits the Three Gorges Dam, and the fear of the world sweeps across civilization as a torrent of steel. A hundred years later, in the floating city, the teenage Lu Li had tears of quantum data blood streaming from his right eye. Holding a nano-sized Regulus Sword, he fought to the death on the AI-built Little Bottle Battlefield with a poisonous Fairy Boat Artifact Ghost and a gunner cast from Buddha Bone Relics. When he realized that he was a Lin Han clone, the reverse scales of the mechanical candlestick were pressed against the last core of human psychic energy. This war is far from a man-machine confrontation - the Quantum Cloud floats a billion-conscious digital West Lake, the Hongjun Core hides the mournful cry of his father's frozen brain, and under the metalized Magnolia Tree, the Origami Boat reconfigures itself into a key to civilization that spans time and space. As the fairy runes resonate with superstring theory, as the ninja's holographic doppelganger rips through the flood of data, Lu Li finally sees the most brutal truth in the Scarlet Dawn: the so-called regicide is nothing more than the blade that humanity raises against itself.

Resonance, when the world finally hears its own echo, will it resound in harmony or fade into a hollow monotone?

Lin En transmigrated into a magical world that resembled medieval Europe but had the power of magic. Here, magic could affect and control basic particles, which was based on scientific theories that served as magic formulas! The wizards, who were actually scientists, were struggling to explore the truth of the world under the chase and blockade of the church. Lin En's arrival sparked a renaissance of the alternate world... The white phosphorus fire, known as the Flame of Hell, the liquid nitrogen field of extreme cold, and the resonance frequency that kills without a trace... A few years later, the Holy See gathered all countries to the city, known as the legendary wizard, the pioneer of magic Lynn under the gaze of a group of wizards, wrote down the mass energy equation known as the ladder of God by later generations! Lynn looked around the crowd and said nonchalantly. "Mass and energy are interchangeable, and based on this theory, I have developed a powerful forbidden curse... It's called -- "The Big Nuke!" We will re-examine the world from the perspective of magic, where science is magic, and magic is science!

Battling an unusual form of personality dissociation, Motan admits to feeling the weight of immense pressure bearing down on him. Amidst this turmoil, he finds solace in a virtual escape called "The Realm of Innocence," a game that has become his sanctuary from stress. In the realm where ambiguity reigns, Motan's behavior is unpredictable and impetuous, making him the instigator and mastermind behind myriad events that spiral out of control. Yet, within the sphere of virtue, his resilience and courage shine through, earning him the admiration of many who see him as the epitome of a righteous knight and a fair judge. When dwelling in the balance of absolute neutrality, he adopts a demeanor of modesty and lethargy, mirroring the ordinary essence of every soul. Conversely, in the domain of chaotic evil, he transforms into a figure of madness and cruelty, embodying the very essence of a demon and deceiver, showing kindness only to himself. "Tan Mo is the most extraordinary Bard I have ever encountered, though he is... perplexing, to say the least," comments Countess Leisha, reflecting on his complex nature. "Mor is a man of distinguished integrity! Having met him just once, I am convinced that he is someone one can confidently turn their back to," declares Gwen, the leader of the Rose Rot, acknowledging his noble character. "If you're in search of the ideal neighbor, look no further than Hei Fan," recommends Alchemist Luna, suggesting his suitability for companionship. Yet, amidst these varied testimonies, a warning resonates, "Don't talk about that man!" indicating a mysterious, perhaps darker aspect of his persona that remains unexplored.

In the vibrant, untamed world of Aetheria, humans and Beasts share an intricate bond, their lives interwoven through the mystical energy of Aether Cores and Crystals. Beasts thrive in diverse ecosystems—serene grasslands, dense jungles, stormy highlands—drawing power from their surroundings, while humans harness Aether's elemental force through advanced runic technology and emotional connections with their Beast companions. Yet, this delicate harmony teeters on the brink of collapse, as whispers of ancient conflicts and a resurgence of corrupted Aether energy threaten to disrupt the balance. Eighteen-year-old Kael, a determined explorer with an innate empathy for Beasts, embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind his father’s mysterious disappearance. A renowned researcher, Kael's father vanished while investigating ancient ruins shrouded in mystery. Armed with his father’s journal, maps crafted by his cartographer mother, and the unwavering support of his loyal Beast Flarion (fire), Kael ventures into the uncharted wilds of Aetheria, determined to solve the mysteries of the past. Kael’s journey leads him to new companions: Lyra, an analytical and compassionate researcher devoted to preserving Aetheria's ecosystems, and Dax, a bold and competitive Beast tamer eager to prove himself worthy of his family’s legendary legacy. Together, the trio faces breathtaking challenges, from encountering rival tamers who seek to exploit Aether for personal gain to navigating a fractured world where Beasts and humans alike suffer from the effects of corrupted Aether energy. As they explore the ruins of a forgotten civilization, Kael and his team uncover a startling truth: an enigmatic figure from Aetheria's history is harnessing corrupted Aether energy to resurrect the devastation of an ancient war. To counter this growing threat, the group must strengthen their bonds with their Beasts, master the delicate art of resonance, and unlock hidden evolutionary paths powered by trust and emotional synergy. Guided by Aria, a skilled strategist with a wealth of knowledge about Aetheria's intricate ecosystems and Beasts, the group learns to confront the world’s challenges head-on. But Aria harbors a secret of her own—one that could alter the group's dynamic forever. In a race against time, Kael, Lyra, and Dax must forge unshakable bonds, uncover the mysteries of the past, and find the strength to stand against the rising tide of corruption. As the final battle looms, one question echoes through their journey: will unity and resilience be enough to restore balance to Aetheria, or will the resurgence of darkness unravel everything they hold dear?

[ Disclaimer: This book is very dark. Sensitive soul abstain. The protagonist is of the worst kind. It's just a fictional story, if it bothers you, past your way, don't come and insult me in the comments.] *** Raphael's heart skipped a beat, while Celest, unable to contain his fear, trembled in place, on the verge of giving in to panic. Linfer, however, observed them all with absolute detachment. In his eyes, their movements seemed slow, very slow. Even Luciel, moving at a speed close to that of light, appeared frozen in time. With a simple flap of his wings, Linfer floated on the surface of the sea of blood, indifferent to the slowness of those around him. His dark claws gleamed slightly as he raised his index finger to his forehead, where an Omega symbol was etched into his flesh. The symbol shimmered, emitting a terrifying aura, as a drop of black blood slowly emerged, suspended in mid-air. Silence enveloped the scene. In a barely audible whisper, yet resonating throughout the ninth heaven, " [Ashkharsh: All Red]" The drop of black blood finally fell. As it touched the surface of the bloody sea... Psychopath, hedonist, hemophage, Linfer, known as the Blood Devil, brought about Armageddon for humanity. His strength was such that it shook the most powerful beings. But his impulsiveness drew the attention of the Tree of Tao... transmigrating to an earlier time... "Young Master Bai! The Devourer has left traces in a kingdom of the lower plane!" "Gather the inner disciples! As servants of Tao, we must purge this evil, even if it means sacrificing ourselves!" "The younger generation is truly fortunate to have you!" "That's true~" A slight smile spread across his face. **** #romance #Smut #manipulation #evilMC #gore #r18 #mythology #cultivation #Harem

#ACTION #ADVENTURE #BETRAYAL #TRAGEDY #WAR#ANGST ______________________ In a world fractured by storm and prowling with monsters, survival is both an art and a curse. Governed by elemental resonance, where individuals known as Resonarchs wield the forces of nature, Ezra, a young scavenger with a sharp tongue, finds himself entangled in a dangerous web of secrets and ancient powers. Life on the outskirts has always been harsh, but when a terrifying encounter with a terrifying beast awakens a mysterious light within him, his life takes a dangerous turn. As Ezra begins to uncover hidden truths about resonance, his abilities, and the world beyond, a dormant ancient force threatens to unravel the delicate balance of the elements. With the fate of the world hanging by a thread, Ezra is thrust into a battle against time, alongside a group of fractured allies, each harboring their own dark pasts. As he ventures deeper into the heart of the fractured world, the line between man and monster blurs, and Ezra is forced to confront the darker aspects of his own existence. But one ally harbors a secret so devastating, it could doom them all. As Ezra’s powers grow, so do the stakes. Will he unlock the mysteries of resonance in time to save the world—or will he be forced to watch everything he loves fall to ruin? One thing is certain: the world will never be the same. And not everyone will survive. As enemies close in and the echoes grow stronger, Ezra must decide: will he remain human, or embrace the monstrous truth that might destroy everything he’s ever known?

In a realm of mortals, a monster stirred into existence. Initially adrift in purpose, the creature resolved to guard its progenitors, the girl who came before, he intended to defend and protect all of them. As times unfolded, the monster adeptly concealed itself behind the visage of a mortal, humanoid in nature, he easily donned the guise, the mask of a human being. Yet, fear not, for the tale did not conclude there. A young man's agonized wail pierced the nocturnal silence, a lament for all he lost, for all he wished to protect, challenging the heavenly realms and defying the very essence of existence. In his rebellion, the world recoiled, deeming him unworthy of breath, a rejection that ushered his drowning into oblivion. Amidst the struggle for survival, an otherworldly entity took notice. "Perhaps…? Let's test the fortitude of his will!" As the youth teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a voice resonated in his mind. [Notice: Legendary Skill Reincarnation Acquired!] [Reincarnation has been activated!] ... In a cosmos where gods, devils, humans, myths, and dreams converge into reality, the monster finds rebirth. Yet, navigating this new existence proved arduous, for the world demanded a toll for every breath he took and every moment of joy in it. And such a toll… it will be paid with his life once more. Will the human-masked monster triumph… Or will he fall just like a hundred times before? Let me see an end to it, but now… will you join me, Mortal!? ----------------------------------- Chapter Length: 1700-2400 words. The Mc is a kind of psychopath who wore a mask throughout his life, but I would not easily condemn him as neither good nor evil. (And before you ask. Yes, the MC is kind of a yandere as well.) There will be a harem, but much later or until I start liking another girl character. There is some dark stuff, be it burning flesh, dissecting, blood, extreme agony... Or whatever else, I just want to say if you don't like it be prepared that they are not uncommon here since the MC will show the monster everyone told him to be. A question that arose... When does someone become a monster, do you know? I don't know the specifics either, let's find out... That's it have a nice read, my fellow humans. ;)

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

Jakarta, the city that never sleeps, is suddenly engulfed in an eerie silence. On a night darker than usual, twelve teenagers—Aisyah, Delisha, Gathan, Jasmine, Abib, Arka, Nafisah, Nizam, Azzam, Queensha, Seno, and Sagena—sense that something is terribly wrong. Strange disturbances unfold around them: phone signals vanish, power flickers out, distant echoes of unknown sounds fill the air, and massive shadows move through the now-deserted city. Computer screens flicker with unsettling images, news broadcasts abruptly cut off with ominous warnings, and a slow, deliberate knocking resonates at their doors. All signs point to one thing—this is no ordinary night. Jakarta has changed, and they must brace themselves for something far more terrifying than they ever imagined.

A naive boy named Raka constantly shouted that he wanted to be the strongest swordsman in the universe, just like the typical hot-blooded comic book protagonists. Raka was very confident because he believed he was a destined prince who could change the course of the world. He thought this way not just because of his blind confidence or other empty things, but because of the strange dreams he kept having. Since he was a child, when Raka slept, he dreamed that he would become a great figure, whether in the military, in the civilian sector, or even in the medical field. Raka's dreams were so real as if he experienced them himself. Even more commendable, the limited information in his dreams had truth in them. Everything went according to Raka's wishes at first, but on the day of his awakening, instead of awakening the holy sword that he should have, he awakened a virtual resonance in the form of a bed. With this, Raka was devastated. He never thought he would become the greatest swordsman in the universe, but only in his dreams. Raka, who was confused, felt that the people around him were mocking him, his friends pitied him, and his family doubted him. At a time when Raka was desperate, the sword that had been with him for years turned out to have what is called a spirit. So all this time, what Raka thought was a revelation from heaven turned out to be information deliberately implanted by the Sword Spirit to disrupt his cognition and make his body compatible with the souls within the sword. With this, under the conspiracy of the Sword Spirit, Raka was severely injured. With this, five souls entered Raka's soul chamber and caused chaos. Several memories belonging to other people immediately merged with Raka's soul, which was constantly being injured by the other five souls. When he was in a life-and-death crisis, Raka was saved by a miracle. But after that, Raka became confused about who he was, whether he was Raka or one of the five invading souls of the sword spirit, or what. Now the naive Raka is forced to grow up and experience a severe identity crisis, will he still pursue his dream of being the greatest swordsman in the world or something else? 

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...

[Mature Content Warning] She wanted to just end her mission and go back to her political marriage, but he had already claimed her his possession. Selene Adawolfa, the Princess of the Adalopha kingdom. Promises her father to bring peace to the village in their kingdom, by ending the age-old war, without revealing her identity. On the first day of becoming part of the Winterwells pack in disguise, she gets herself into trouble. The unexpected turn of events brings her in contact with Fang Warchild, the alpha of the neighbouring village. The most handsome, yet the most vicious man in the entire kingdom who recognises her at the very first glance. And he was ready to ruin her mission just for the sake of owning her! (The story takes place in the 90s so you will find technology in it!) ——[snippet]—— He approached me as his footsteps resonated in the dead silence inside the tent, and I couldn't get myself to step back waiting stunned. Stepping closer he lifted my chin asking again, "do you still choose otherwise Princess?" I gulped, knowing Fang would understand very well what was on my mind, all my lies would be useless in front of how well he knew every nook and cranny of my brain. Mustering all the strength inside me I whispered, diverting my eyes, answering exactly what he didn't want to hear right now, "Yes!" A vicious smirk played on his face as he lifted me by my collar, while I tip-toed barely able to find the ground, trying to match his towering height. "I don't like it when someone touches what is mine," he leaned closer, his tall stature hovering over me just inches from my face and his infuriated breath crawling on my soft skin, "and you better know that your entirety belongs to only me!" ---- All credits of the cover to belong to its owner ---- Discord: https://discord.gg/ZhjZ9aHEZ6

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

In the sprawling world of Aeterna, where celestial forces shape destiny and the echoes of ancient wars still whisper in the wind, two souls from vastly different worlds are bound by fate. Kaelen Duskbane, a survivor of the slums, has known nothing but struggle, scraping by in the shadows of a society that has cast him aside. Lyra Solavere, a revered Saint of Light, has spent her life embracing divinity, offering comfort to the lost and forsaken. Opposites - shadow and light, destruction and salvation. Yet, destiny has chosen them to walk the same path. When Kaelen is drawn to the Sanctuary, a sacred place untouched by time, he begins to uncover pieces of a past he never knew existed. An ancient prophecy, long buried beneath the ruins of war, speaks of a being who will bring balance or ruin to Aeterna. As he delves deeper into the mysteries of his own origins, visions of forgotten battles and celestial beings haunt his every step. Meanwhile, Lyra faces trials within the church, as they seek to control her growing power, fearing the truth of what she represents. Her path collides with Kaelen’s in ways neither could have anticipated, forcing them to confront a bond that transcends mere coincidence. Their celestial artifacts - Nightfang and Dawnbringer - resonate with each other, awakening forces that had lain dormant for millennia. But Aeterna is on the brink of chaos. Orin Vash, a ruthless underworld leader, seeks vengeance against Kaelen, while an enigmatic figure known only as The Veilborn stirs in the depths of the abyss, waiting for the balance of light and shadow to break. The world is not what it seems, and the line between salvation and destruction is far thinner than either of them imagined. As Kaelen and Lyra struggle to control the powers within them, the weight of fate presses heavily upon their shoulders. Their choices will determine the course of history, and with the veil between realms growing weaker, time is running out. Will they become the harbingers of salvation or the architects of Aeterna’s undoing? The Eternal Resonance has begun, and there is no turning back. Upload routine: Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."

A Few Warnings for the Reader: This short novel is written for people who appreciate Japanese anime – a worldwide community numbering in the hundreds of millions. It's important to understand from the start that anime is not just "children's cartoons," as animation is often perceived in places like Europe and the USA. Anime represents a distinct form of animation and a significant cultural force, almost like "super-cinema." It can be incredibly dynamic and explore serious themes. Now, let's be honest, a large portion of anime is… not great. Maybe around 90% could be considered simply "okay" or even, let's say, "trashy." It can be blatant, silly, and not particularly engaging. Many viewers watch one of these less impressive shows and then assume all anime is similar. But that's a mistake! Understand this: by doing that, you're missing out on potentially the most captivating entertainment of your life. That's not an exaggeration – it's a genuine perspective. But the remaining 10%? That's where the true "super-cinema" lies. Good anime is unmatched in its ability to tell emotionally resonant stories and deliver dynamic action. Anime creators are free to push boundaries. Their imaginations delve into the complexities of the human heart, challenging the common "European view" that restricts animation to children. This story(it's not a Fanfiction!) is a tribute to a classic anime called "Fate." Fate is not my personal absolute favorite – there are masterpieces which incredibly hard to surpass. But still, it's a powerful example of the story started as a simple eroge and converted to a deeply emotional cult film.

A young man's life takes an unexpected turn when he meets an untimely demise, buried beneath an avalanche. As he breathes his last, he hears the echoes of mechanical voices resonating in his head, granting him a multitude of wishes in the form of Skills, Fortunes, and a new Body. Reborn as an Ice Dragon, Drake finds himself thrust into a fantastical realm reminiscent of Norse Mythology known as Yggdrasil. This world, however, holds more surprises than he could have ever imagined. It is not only a realm of fantasy but also a Cultivation World, blending two seemingly disparate concepts into one. Join him on his journey as he explores this enchanting world, navigating its treacherous landscapes and encountering deadly monsters along the way. As he fights for survival, he seeks to find his place in this new existence and discover the purpose that drives him forward. Yet, he soon realizes that he is not alone in this reincarnated state. Others have been granted wishes as well, and the collision of their desires threatens to plunge the world into utter chaos. This is a tale of rebirth and transformation—a man's evolution from a humble Dragon Pup to the indomitable Strongest Dragon King. Along his path, he will forge new alliances, face formidable foes, and gradually establish a place he can truly call home.

When a melody resonated from the ocean's depths, humanity's most ambitious exploration mission of a century began. In a world of shadowy caverns and darkened oceans, this is the tale of the Sunless World.

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

Berlin is a restless ham radio enthusiast who spends long nights scanning the airwaves from their makeshift attic studio. When they stumble upon a mysterious broadcast otherworldly music laced with faint voices, they can’t shake the feeling that these ghostly transmissions are more than a glitch. Digging deeper, Berlin discovers that each haunting tune resonates with forgotten regrets and hidden wounds in its listeners, summoning memories they thought were buried forever. Spurred on by curiosity and a personal longing to reconnect with someone lost, Berlin forms a small group of equally transfixed listeners. Together, they track the eerie messages back to a strange DJ who seems to be broadcasting from beyond the veil of death. As the group unearths past traumas and yearns for closure, their search for meaning starts to unravel the boundary between life and the afterlife. But meddling in echoes from the other side comes at a cost: with every tune they decode, the “frequency bleed” grows, threatening to draw living souls into a realm where they may never return. Now, Berlin must confront the danger head-on deciding whether the promise of rekindling lost connections is worth risking the balance between two worlds.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

We’ve all had those moments—the kind that stops us in our tracks, steals our breath, and makes us see life differently. It could be a fleeting conversation, a mistake that stings, a kindness we never expected or even the realization that everything we believed… Everything we've ever known wasn’t quite right. Some lessons come like whispers, soft but impossible to ignore. Others hit like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of us, and some come in the form of fictional short stories that resonate with us, But no matter how they arrive, they change something inside us forever. The Moment It Hit Me is a collection of those turning points—snapshots of clarity, reality, heartbreak, hope, and growth—all wrapped up in a thousand words. Each chapter comes with a different short story, some fictional, some from my own experiences and anecdotes from others' experiences. Some will make you laugh, others might sting, some will teach you new things about self-care, mental height, and emotional balance and a few will stay with you long after you turn the page. Because sometimes, all it takes is one moment to change everything. Let me share with you The Moment It Hit me, because, It Just Might Hit You too. I'm writing this because I believe that, sometimes readers need a break from traditional fiction to connect with something more grounded in real-life experiences. So be sure to share your life-changing experiences in the comment session, so we can all learn from this.

Ayaka Yamamoto is more than just an author; she’s a literary sensation. Writing under the alluring pseudonym Ms. Midnight, she has captured the hearts and minds of readers with her intricately woven murder mysteries. Her stories, filled with unexpected twists and heart-stopping suspense, have made her a cornerstone of the genre. But just as she is poised to unleash her latest masterpiece—a thrilling narrative brimming with shadows, betrayal, and bloodshed—Ayaka faces an unanticipated blow: her manuscript is met with cold rejection from her editor. As the stakes rise and the pressure mounts, a surprising revelation emerges. Ayaka’s loyal fans are craving something different—they long for romance! They yearn for tales that spark passion and stir the soul, just as much as they cherish her signature suspense. As discussions with her editor grow increasingly intense, Ayaka reaches a pivotal juncture. With an ultimatum hanging over her, she must wrestle with a daunting choice: incorporate romance into her upcoming novel or risk letting go of the genre she loves. Reluctantly, Ayaka embarks on this new adventure, diving deep into the intricate realm of emotional storytelling. As she explores the complexities of love and longing, one tantalizing question looms: Can she tap into the raw emotions needed to create characters that resonate, or will the beloved legacy of Ms. Midnight slip away, like whispers in the night?