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In the world of Tanasma, mutants are no longer just an anomaly—they are a crisis. Once seen as the next step in evolution, they are now branded as threats, their very existence feared by humanity. The Mutant Treaty Act, enforced by the Capitol Patrol Guard (CPG), forces mutants into registration, stripping them of their autonomy, suppressing their powers, and marking them as second-class citizens. But as hatred festers, the oppression escalates—slavery, public executions, and brutal exterminations become the norm. Amidst the chaos, three factions emerge: those who resist, fighting for freedom at any cost; those who flee, seeking sanctuary beyond the reach of human rule; and those who surrender, hoping that compliance will earn them mercy. When Professor Aldric Langley—a man of wisdom and ambition—receives King Ivan of Gallanta’s royal decree, he dares to create something radical: Hall of M, a sanctuary where mutants can hone their powers and reclaim their dignity. But the dream of peace is fragile. Extremist groups like Purity Dawn seek to eradicate mutants entirely, while the CPG tightens its grip, branding Hall of M as a breeding ground for rebellion. In the heart of this war-torn world, a young mutant named Seraphina Vale rises. With silver hair and eyes that reflect her tormented past, she becomes the first student of Hall of M, standing at the crossroads of fate. Will she fight for coexistence, or will the endless persecution drive her into the arms of revolution? As the world spirals toward war, the question remains: Can mutants carve a place for themselves in a world that wants them erased? Or will they be forced to embrace their monstrous side to survive? The battle for identity, freedom, and the right to exist begins. MUTOSTERONE—a gripping tale of power, prejudice, and the cost of being different.

"Stuck..." by Lapis L. Lazuli --Timeframe: 3218 --Stage: Andromeda Galaxy, Planet Alpha Four astronauts—Graham Young, Celeste Wong, Jennifer Cross, and Michael Forrest—blast off to Planet Alpha, a last-ditch shot at saving a bloated, broken Earth choking on 32 billion souls. Tech’s slick, hope’s thin, and Michael’s the odd man out: a quiet, brooding pessimist/realist who’d rather sleep than play hero. They’re hunting a new home, but when their ship vanishes, leaving nothing but a hole in the ground behind, and buzzsaw traps start snapping, Alpha turns into a spatial meat grinder. Graham’s charisma can’t save him, Celeste’s grit hits a wall, and Jennifer’s just trying to keep herself together while Michael’s calm cracks into something... else. "Stuck..." kicks off a sprawling lore asking “What is Humanity?”—not with grand answers, but with a cold, hard look at the wreckage. Is it the evil that festers, the good that fades, or the mess in between? This ain’t a fairy tale; it’s a bloody warning.

This book is the completed first book of the Drowned Flame Trilogy. Audra never asked for power, nor the sorrow that shadowed her every step. Forced to leave everything behind when her mother falls ill, she seeks normalcy in a new country, where love and belonging finally seem within reach. But fate has other plans. A mysterious force tears her from safety, thrusting her into a perilous struggle where survival means outlasting the relentless pursuit of those who would claim her for their own. As war looms and treachery festers, Prince Malik will stop at nothing to bring her home, even as his kingdom teeters on the brink of chaos. With her freedom slipping through her fingers and the weight of destiny pressing upon her, Audra must decide—will she fight for her fate, or be consumed by the tides of sorrow that threaten to pull her under?

ABGESCHLOSSEN! Schnipsel: Vor einem Jahr wurde Raine aus der Nervenheilanstalt entlassen und musste im Waisenhaus leben. Es war nicht der beste Ort. Zumindest nicht für jemanden wie sie. Bis sie eines Abends auf ihn traf. *** Er hielt den Wagen an. Sie klammerte sich fester an die Decke und Raine fragte sich, ob sie etwas falsch gemacht hatte. Sie konnte es spüren, als Torak seine Hand nach ihr ausstreckte. Wird er mich schlagen? Raine schauderte bei diesem Gedanken. Torak zog ihr den Kapuzenpulli vom Kopf und strich ihr sanft das Haar hinter das Ohr. "Tu das nicht." Sagte er fest, "Ich will dich sehen, versteck dich nicht..." ************** "Der Geist des Schutzengels wird dem Menschenkind neues Leben einhauchen. Drei Schutzengel werden wieder in die irdische Welt hineingeboren werden und ihr drei werdet ihre Beschützer sein." "Beschützer!!!?" Jedrek schnaubte. Schließlich blieb er stehen, drehte der Mondgöttin den Rücken zu und blickte sie aus der Ferne an, seine Augen glitzerten rot vor Zorn. Seine Wölfin war wütend. "Warum glaubst du, dass wir dir helfen werden?" fragte Kace und verengte seine obsidianschwarzen Augen, während sein Wolf die Kontrolle über ihn übernahm. Er war der Jüngste der drei und der am wenigsten temperamentvolle unter ihnen. Die drei waren von Selene verflucht worden, weil sie mit ihrer Wildheit die höchste Macht und Autorität anstrebten. Die Mondgöttin segnete sie zur Strafe für ihr grausames Verhalten nicht mit einer Gefährtin und zwang sie, sich an diesem tödlichen Krieg mit den Dämonen zu beteiligen. "Ihr wollt uns zu Sklaven für diese kränklichen Kreaturen machen!?" fragte Torak ungläubig. "Habt ihr keine Angst, dass wir sie in zwei Hälften reißen?" Der Schutzengel war so zerbrechlich und sie als Lykanthropen wussten die Schwächen nicht zu schätzen. "Nein, das werdet ihr nicht." sagte Selene geduldig. "Du wirst nicht ihr Sklave sein und sie nicht verletzen, du wirst sie in jeder Hinsicht wertschätzen." Jedrek lachte bedrohlich, als er das hörte, die Wiederauferstandenen der Bestie waren ihnen egal, sobald sie ihr Territorium betraten, mit oder ohne Schutzengel, würde er ihren Körper in Stücke reißen. "Ich werde der letzte Mensch sein, den sie sehen werden, wenn ich sie finde." Er bezog sich sowohl auf den Schutzengel als auch auf den Dämon. Aber die nächste Stimme von Selene war von Heiterkeit durchzogen, als sie sprach. "Du wirst deiner Gefährtin nicht wehtun." ============================ Sitzung 1 (Kapitel 1 - 394) : Torak Donovan - Raine (abgeschlossen). Sitzung 2 (Kapitel 395 - 628) : Kace Donovan - Hope (abgeschlossen) Sitzung 3 (Kapitel 629 - 1083) : Jedrek Donovan - Lilac (abgeschlossen) Session 4 (Kapitel 1084 - in Arbeit) : Nebengeschichten ============================ Dies ist eine Werwolfgeschichte und natürlich eine Fantasy! Da jeder seine eigene Version des übernatürlichen Lebens hat, versuche ich hier, meine zu schreiben. Wenn du schon andere Werwolfgeschichten gelesen hast, wirst du wissen, dass es Ähnlichkeiten und Unterschiede gibt. ============================ ***Vorsicht! Englisch ist nicht meine Muttersprache, daher besteht die Möglichkeit, dass Sie grammatikalische Fehler finden (ich habe es nicht absichtlich getan), wenn es Ihnen unangenehm ist, lassen Sie es mich bitte wissen, damit ich es korrigieren kann. *Du bist gewarnt worden ^^ Jede konstruktive Kritik ist sehr willkommen! .......................................................................................... ##Meet me on instragram : jikan_yo_tomare ##Cover by: @Gisel.arts Schau dir meine anderen Geschichten an: **PURPLE DAWN TILL DUSK: am liebsten durch die Zeit **DIE GESCHICHTE DER DÄMMERUNG

"How I talk to my employees is not and shouldn't be your business." He started taking slow steps towards me while I kept moving back till my back touched the wall. There's no escape anymore. He pressed his palms on the wall, caging me in. I inhaled his intoxicating scent not wanting to meet his eyes. He slowly leaned in as I could feel his musky breath in my ear. "You defy me so much that I want to hurt you." With that he disappeared. The only evidence that showed he was here was just the sound of the closing 'Love? A mere word or feeling that makes us do weird and dumb things. I didn't want to love him. I didn't want to want him. I didn't want anything to do with him but the heart wants what it wants. He was my worst nightmare and at the same time my solace. He was my enemy and at the same time my friend. I hated him the most but at the same time I loved him the most!' ______________ Ivory Addams, a young waitress, is thrust into a dangerous world when she's kidnapped by a Mafia king who believes she holds the key to saving his son's life. As she navigates her new reality, she's faced with an impossible choice - marry a Mafia Prince or risk losing everything she holds dear. As she uncovers dark secrets and fights for her independence, she becomes entangled in a deadly game of power, love, and survival. Can she navigate this treacherous world and protect herself from becoming a pawn in their dangerous games?

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

"Have you ever wondered why Syndromes exist?" The voice was calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it was crushing. "They say the universe is alive, that stars are cells and galaxies are tissues. And like any living thing... it can get sick." He exhaled sharply, gripping his chest as if that would steady his spiraling thoughts. "Syndromic Nemesis… You’re telling me the universe has cancer?" The figure before him chuckled. "A fitting word, isn’t it? When Syndromic Energy festers, it turns monstrous. The balance must be maintained, or the infection spreads." He gritted his teeth. "And the monsters we kill—?" "Symptoms. Existence correcting itself. But tell me… what happens when a disease fights back?" A long silence. "You’re talking about Euoniams." The air felt heavier, reality bending as something unseen stirred. "They were never just mistakes. They were inevitable. Born when Syndromic Energy collapses in on itself, feeding in an infinite loop. They have one desire—return to their pure state." "And if they succeed?" The figure’s expression darkened. "Then we see what happens when the syndromic energy rewrites the body." He inhaled sharply. "You mean no one knows?" "No one can know. Even the Syndromes—the first, the omnipotent—are incapable of thinking about it." The sky above fractured, spiraling apart like peeling flesh. Something writhed within the cracks—something wrong. "Didn’t I tell you?" The voice was quiet now. "You never should have come here." ----- (Author's note) this book can't even be compared to a stone but you must have in your life pick up a stone in your way to throw it. Just do the same for this. This could be a total waste of time for you... And there are gonna be references about some 'Auhors' and their 'Novels' Aria is the queen

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

The Hanma bloodline is feared and revered, but within its ranks, ambition, deception, and rebellion fester. A grand tournament, meant to showcase the strength of the clans, is underway, yet beneath the spectacle, hidden agendas unfold. Bruce, the reluctant heir, faces rejection from the very people he’s meant to lead, while Narberal is forced into a confrontation with those seeking revenge. Meanwhile, Ajax, a master of deception, has taken on the identity of Minato Hanma, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as the coveted artifact nears its reveal. As warriors step into the arena, alliances are tested, and grudges resurface. Haruto Okamoto barely has time for introductions before Ren Kozuki’s sudden attack ignites the first battle, setting the stage for a ruthless competition. But this tournament is only the beginning—beneath the fights lies a greater scheme, where power struggles, betrayals, and long-buried secrets threaten to unravel the world as they know it.

Templar Markos Louvel is sworn to slay demons and eliminate the elven magic corrupting the world. But when his quest through the untamed wilds of Drassin reveals a dark conspiracy festering within his own sacred Order, his faith is shaken to its core. In a land where love between humans and magic wielders is punishable by death, what will he do when his heart defies the very laws he’s bound to uphold? Cover Art by Nicoy Guevarra (https://www.nguevarrart.com) With additional art by Kim_Lei and Nicoy Guevarra. Discord: https://discord.gg/Y79vUr4mrf Ko-fi: https://www.ko-fi.com/studiohnh

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

David was once a man of wealth and prestige, living a seemingly perfect life. But beneath the surface of success, betrayal festered like a wound waiting to be torn open. The wife he adored, the brother he trusted, and the family he sacrificed for all turned against him. Their treachery destroyed not only his spirit but his body—leaving him crippled, abandoned, and with nothing left to live for. In his final act of defiance, David orchestrated their deaths, yet vengeance did little to heal the wounds carved deep into his soul. With nothing left, he welcomed the abyss, ending his own existence… only to awaken anew. Reborn in a realm beyond mortality, David found himself in a divine world ruled by celestial beings—the very gods who had watched him suffer without mercy. But he was no longer the broken man they had ignored. He was something else. Something darker. Something far more powerful. With his memories intact and new abilities awakening, David vowed to shatter the hierarchy of the divine. He would bring the gods to their knees, enslaving them, bending them to his will, and exacting the ultimate retribution upon those who had forsaken him. He would turn the divine realm into his personal dominion of vengeance, where once-mighty deities would serve, obey, and kneel before their new master. But in his quest for ultimate power, will he remain a man seeking justice, or will he become a monster greater than the gods themselves? Author’s Thought: Inspired by Reverse Insanity, I aim to craft scenarios far darker and more twisted than even Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the Great Love Immortal Venerable, has ever devised. I will depict the truest nature of humanity—its rawest instincts, its deepest desires, and the relentless pursuit of power. Through this story, I shall showcase the essence of a truly living being—one unshackled by morality, untouched by mercy, and driven solely by the will to survive and dominate.

Joshua Martin was a military scientist, a visionary at the forefront of humanity’s greatest technological leap—the creation of a near-limitless energy source. But just as he stood on the precipice of success, his life was cut short. The reason for his death? A mystery he never got to solve. Now, he awakens in a world of swords and nobility, in the frail, dying body of Aldric Ravensbourne—a disgraced noble known for arrogance, wastefulness, and failure. With his newfound title comes from a prestigious house hold, Son of a Duke, and a people who curse his name. But Joshua now Aldric, is no ordinary noble. Armed with his knowledge of science, strategy, and leadership, he refuses to let this world’s limitations bind him. If war is inevitable, he will forge weapons unseen by any kingdom. If famine looms, he will revolutionize agriculture. If corruption festers, he will tear down the old order and rebuild it anew. But as he rises, whispers of his miraculous transformation spread. Old enemies lurk in the shadows, and even greater forces beyond his understanding take interest in the man who should have died. In a world ruled by tradition, will innovation be his greatest weapon—or his downfall? (This book was written with AI-assisted editing and refinement, but all ideas, characters, and storytelling still originate from me.)

Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more. At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt. It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances. Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared… The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness… Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight. The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene. They all unified and came to an agreement. They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might. Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War. For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words: "You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle… We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder… There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it. And so, we had no other choice but to get involved. We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under… The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one. In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought… Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive. That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck." The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation. And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised. The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return. There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone! All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch! Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength. While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War. As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naïve Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin! With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime too!” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

Auren was the star of his generation. Graduated the combat school at the age of 12, mental fortitude was beyond his peers, and he was considered the talent of the Western State of Lysendral. It was for this reason that his awakening was greatly anticipated. Everyone was sure the star would receive a Divine Blessing from the Archon. And like others before him, be set on a definite journey to becoming the strongest Blessed in the history of the world. However, expectations were shattered when Auren awakened a Divine… Curse. “Such a phenomenon has never been heard of!” “How can a human awaken a curse! This is an abomination! Kill him! Sacrifice him to the archons!” In such a slight moment of appointment, Auren's entire life came crashing down. And he became a national criminal. Locked up and sentenced to death for having receiving a curse instead of a blessing. A 16 year old boy was ruthlessly killed by a guillotine and offered as a sacrifice to prevent doom… and the people relished in it. However, this was not the end for Auren. [Congratulations, you have died by execution], [Conditions have been met] [You have challenged your first fester.] [A requiem beckons onto you..] [...Your resurrection awaits.] Having broken the shackles of death, Auren rises again to seek vengeance and destroy not just the nation that had killed him but tear down the very existence of the archons themselves. But is everything really as it seems?

"You should not exist." Those were the first words Emperor Ryan Calderon spoke to Elara Veyne when she was dragged before his throne in chains. A man feared across empires, known for his ruthlessness, stood before her—staring as if she were a ghost from a past he had sworn to erase. Elara had lived her life in the shadows, hidden from the world. But when imperial soldiers tore her from her quiet existence, she realized her past wasn’t just forgotten—it was erased. A broken oath. A lost legacy. A forgotten power. Ryan was raised to destroy everything connected to the ancient bloodline Elara unknowingly belonged to. But when he looks into her defiant eyes, he sees something that shouldn’t be there—something even he cannot kill. As dark forces awaken and betrayals fester in the court, Elara must unravel the truth of who she really is—before Ryan is forced to finish what his ancestors started. Because in a world where power is survival and loyalty is a lie, an oath once broken will never be forgotten. Enemies by fate. Bound by a secret. Destined for war. ---

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!

When Kohaku Kazuhiro is transported into a whole new world, he quickly learns one thing—this world is rotten to its core. Crime runs rampant, corruption festers in every corner, and the strong prey on the weak without consequence. But in the dead of night, a shadow emerges. Ruthless. Unstoppable. A harbinger of absolute justice. Known only as the Night Striker, Kazuhiro carves his legend under the moon’s glow, eliminating criminals and tyrants alike with chilling efficiency. His power, Nihility, grants him complete control over primordial darkness and absolute nothingness—an abyss that swallows everything in its path. But a lone executioner cannot cleanse an entire world. To achieve his vision, he has a fearsome squadron: 20 deadly women and 20 elite men, warriors bound by his unyielding creed. Together, they become the Stygian Order, a force that strikes terror into the hearts of the wicked. Yet, as his legend grows, so do his enemies. Kings, warlords, and even deities conspire to snuff out the darkness that threatens their rule. But can gods kill what they cannot see? And when the line between justice and tyranny blurs, will Kazuhiro remain a savior… or become the very thing he despises? In a world where only the strong survive, one truth remains—when the night falls, the Striker rises.

Title: Lilith: The First Woman's Rebellion Synopsis: Born from the same earth as Adam, Lilith was meant to be his equal but Eden had no place for a woman who refused to kneel. When her desire for freedom clashes with divine law, Lilith defies God Himself, uttering the forbidden name that grants her escape but curses her for eternity. Exiled from paradise and stripped of her rightful place, she vanishes into the unknown where darkness and power await. In the shadows beyond Eden, Lilith transforms into a queen of the forsaken, gathering fallen angels, restless spirits, and those cast aside by the celestial order. But even as she builds her own kingdom, the wound of betrayal festers. When Eve is created to replace her, Lilith vows to become the eternal thorn in humanity’s side yet beneath her vengeance burns a deeper question: What if freedom is worth any cost? As the centuries pass, Lilith’s legend grows witch, seductress, demon queen but the truth is far more complex. From ancient Mesopotamia to the heart of the modern world, she navigates a landscape of divine plots, mortal ambition, and the constant threat of celestial retribution. When an ancient prophecy reveals she may hold the key to toppling the celestial hierarchy, Lilith must decide: Will she reclaim her place in paradise, or will she destroy the very gods who cast her out? Blending mythology, mystery, and rebellion, Lilith: The First Woman’s Rebellion is a sweeping tale of power, identity, and the eternal fight for freedom. In a world where submission is law, one woman’s defiance could change the fate of creation itself. (These are list of books that stated LILLITH as the first woman on earth) The Book of Enoch: Specifically, in the Book of Enoch, chapter 69, verses 4-5, Lilith is described as the first woman created by God, equal to Adam in status and power. However, she refused to submit to Adam, and God banished her from the Garden of Eden. The Babylonian Talmud: In the Talmud, Lilith is described as a demon or evil spirit who is said to have been created from the same earth as Adam. The Quran: In some Islamic traditions, Lilith is mentioned as a female jinn (spirit) who refused to bow to Adam. The Apocryphal Book of Adam and Eve: This ancient text tells the story of Lilith's creation and her rebellion against Adam. The Gnostic Gospels: Some Gnostic texts, such as the Gospel of Philip, mention Lilith as a divine being or a symbol of feminine power. It's worth noting that the story of Lilith has evolved over time, and different interpretations and mythologies have emerged. However, the Book of Enoch provides one of the most well-known and influential accounts of Lilith's origin.

Betrayed by his kingdom. Cursed by the gods. Kieran Valcrest, once the greatest champion of the Dominion, was cast into the Abyss—a prison for the forsaken. For a thousand years, he suffered in darkness, hunted by eldritch horrors and ancient beings beyond mortal comprehension. But he did not break. He did not die. He evolved. Now, the Abyss has released him, and he returns as something far beyond human—a being feared by gods, kings, and even death itself. The world has changed, yet the corruption that doomed him still festers in the heart of empires. Armed with the Shadow Sovereign’s Mantle, a power that devours fate itself, Kieran walks the path of vengeance. Monarchs, deities, and celestial forces move against him, but none understand the truth—he is no longer their pawn. He is their reckoning. In the game of gods and kings… the Forsaken Sovereign bows to none.

This modern world was once ruled by elemental forces and primal creatures, but the balance of power has long since shattered. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans—each race has carved its own legacy, yet none remain untouched by the tides of war and betrayal. Once, these factions waged battles that scorched the land and stained history with blood. Now, the war has faded into myth, and a fragile peace clings to existence like a dying ember. But peace was never meant to last. A kingdom watches with unease as old wounds fester beneath the surface, as forbidden ties between predator and prey threaten to upend everything. Whispers of rebellion stir in the streets, ancient forces awaken in the shadows, and a forgotten prophecy looms on the horizon. Amidst this brewing storm, a child is born—a being who is the product of two worlds. A hybrid of Vampire and Human, he stands as a symbol of opposing forces intertwined. His existence alone is enough to ignite fury, to challenge the natural order, and to become the spark that could either unite the fractured lands or set them ablaze once more. Secrets buried deep in history will rise. Loyalties will be tested. And in the end, only one truth remains: Power is the only law, and those without it will be devoured. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When the sins of old return to claim their debt? This is not a fairy tale. This is the truth they wanted forgotten. Welcome to The Secrets of Chiaroscuro.

A young thief is saved from a life of crime by a mercenary contracted to end his spree. Thrown into an academy for mercenaries with no lifeline, can he overcome this strange new world he finds himself in? Can he gather the courage and allies to see him through before a festering evil ends everything? Welcome to Stonewall Keep, Mercenary.

Lucian Alden ruled Earth’s corporate battlefield with an iron will—until betrayal and a dying body toppled his throne. Reborn in a brutal, alien realm of glowing azure forests and ruthless hunters, he awakens in a stranger’s flesh, his mind a honed blade of ambition. The kingdom of Vandrel brands its nobles and hunts the unmarked, leaving vagrants to fester in the shadows of a world that pulses with eerie light. Lucian doesn’t flinch. Armed with nothing but his wits, he turns desperation into a weapon, weaving promises of survival to bind a ragged band of outcasts to his side. A hidden ravine becomes his opening move; a flicker of trust, his gambit to outwit a kingdom that sees him as prey. But as the vagrants’ strange sickness spreads and Vandrel’s hounds tighten their noose, Lucian’s every step risks collapse. In a land where power is a shadow dance and loyalty a fleeting pawn, Lucian plays for more than survival—he plays to win it all. One misstep, and the board resets in blood.

Kyran Hunter lived in a world where magic existed, and eldritch beings roamed the universe. Hell, the Rings of Saturn were alive, and singular people could blow up planets! He came into this magic late, due to a crippling defect. But that defect became a strength. And strength is all you need in a world like this. Especially when the infinite horrors of this dark plane are nothing compared to the horrors festering in the Minds of those who rule it. And those demented gods thirst for his blood.

Inspired by “ The Untamed ” and “ Word of Honor ” *** “ What's your name?” “.......” “ I want a name. You don't expect me to always address you as “ Hey”, right?” “ I...Wen... Ning. I am Wen Ning. What's yours?” “ You don't know?!” Wen Ning shakes his head in denial, and the young man was taken aback. Everyone knows of his name. Those that don't, probably were living under the rock. The young man sighed heavily. “ Wen Kexing. ” *** Inspired by # The Untamed and # Word Of Honor In a vast world where three distinct planes coexist, each housing its own unique countries, creatures, and spiritual powers, ancient grudges fester between the mortal and spiritual realms. For centuries, the three planes have been locked in a fragile balance, where war is inevitable, and conflict always looms. The planes' inhabitants — from fearsome beasts to wise immortals — have long waged secret battles of power, manipulating the fate of all. For generations, the Neutral Plane, a realm known for its wisdom and tranquility, has been the ultimate peacemaker. Whenever the cataclysmic Ancient War reignites, threatening to destroy everything, this plane has intervened to restore order and preserve life. But the price has always been high, with each intervention taking its toll on the realm’s resources and people. Now, the balance is at risk. The ruler of the Neutral Plane, a formidable and ancient leader, refuses to follow the tradition of his ancestors. This time, he will not step in to save the world. He believes that the conflict between the planes is inevitable and that the past interventions have only prolonged suffering and stagnation. The decision to withdraw from this age-old responsibility sets off a chain of events that could unravel the delicate peace that has held the world together for so long. Will anyone step forward to be the catalyst to reshape the world’s fate, or will they be swept up in the chaos of a war that has no end?

Sixteen year-old Dylan Mercer was dying until he stole a cure from NovaGen, the biotech giant that established in Claiborne county and promised the society to offer medical miracle. But their “miracle” came with a catch: tons of deadly side effects from an ancient, otherworldly source. Now, Dylan’s veins hum with a primeval code that isn’t human. His hands crackle with energy that could level cities. And NovaGen wants their property back. As hunters close in and the alien code rewrites his mind, Dylan must choose: surrender the weapon festering inside him… or let it burn. But some forces aren’t meant to be controlled and this one hungers to raze the world that created it. A dying boy’s theft becomes a celestial storm. Can he outrun his cure—or is he the disaster?

In his prime, Red was a knight of unparalleled power. After being exiled and branded a monster, Red fled into the shadows, desperate to outrun his bloody legacy. But his pursuers have found him and they are relentless, hounding his every step, forcing this fallen knight to confront his past and the darkness festering within him. As the conflict unfolds, the line between good and evil is blurred. Will Red survive or succumb to the abyss? Read 5 chapters ahead on Patreon: patreon.com/hyphan_official

**Synopsis:** In a world where the Seven Grandmasters wield unrivaled power, controlling politics, land, and wealth through their ancient sects, peace is a fragile illusion. Protected by their divine lineage and mythical "Rim" creatures, the Grandmasters stand as humanity's last line of defense against the demonic beasts that lurk in the shadows. But all that changes when a nameless wanderer stumbles upon a forbidden relic buried in the heart of a cursed battlefield—two ancient, malevolent eyes that pulsate with unspeakable energy. Drawn by an inexplicable urge, he consumes the eyes, unleashing a power older than time itself. A dark force that warps reality, bends time, and defies the authority of gods. The sky trembles, fissures crack the earth, and the sects are thrown into chaos. The Grandmasters, once feared and revered, sense a force that surpasses even their divine might. The gods themselves peer down from the heavens, alarmed by the resurgence of a power they had sealed away eons ago—the power of *The Eclipsed One,* harbinger of destruction. As monstrous creatures long thought extinct rise from their slumber, civilizations crumble, and betrayal festers within the sects, the wanderer must confront a terrible truth: is he the world's savior or its doom? In a tale of corruption, redemption, and celestial warfare, the fate of the world rests on the choices of one man—a man who now holds the key to reshaping the order of existence.

Adopted into a wealthy family at a young age, Axelle always believed she had finally found the love and security she longed for. But behind the lavish dinners and polite smiles, dark secrets festered, and Axelle soon learned the hard way that blood may be thicker than water, but it can also be deadlier. When she catches her husband—the man she trusted with her heart—in bed with her sister, Axelle’s world shatters. Her heartbreak deepens as she realizes that this betrayal is only the tip of the iceberg. The family she sacrificed everything for has set her up to take the fall for their crimes, using her as a pawn in a game she never asked to play. But Axelle is no longer the naive girl who once craved acceptance. With nothing left to lose, she turns to the last person anyone would expect—her family's most dangerous enemy.