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The Grim Loop Of Destiny

[WSA Entry 2025] [Note:No Ntr or Yuri I hate those and mc is evil and Cruel] [Disclaimer:] This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It delves into the darkest depths of humanity, where morality is shattered, and power reigns supreme. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. If you seek light, hope, and happiness, turn away now. But maybe just maybe you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. If so, prove it. [Synopsis:] In a world on the brink of ruin, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this blood-soaked tapestry lies Narzan a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a death sentence. Beyond its borders lie forbidden realms: the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares take form; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These lands whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape existence itself. Above it all looms the Arcana Veli an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. Its threads twist and tangle with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish. Veythor is a man cursed by fate, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured nothing but torment and betrayal. On Earth, he was broken by those he trusted betrayed by family, ruined by love, and left to die in despair. In his second life, his fate was even crueler, his body and soul crushed by monsters in human form. But Thalvoria his third life is the most merciless of all. A vast and unforgiving world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the very land hungers for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor refuses to break. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he sharpens his pain into a weapon. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar strengthens his will. As the balance of power shifts and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of the man who refuses to die? When the world itself thirsts for blood, Veythor will rise or drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.
Peak_Madness · 14K Views

Endless Proof: Reincarnation Isn't Justice!

Gavin, the peculiar anti-hero of Endless Proof: Reincarnation Isn't Justice!, is a petite, delicate-looking teenage boy whose outward appearance is as unnerving as his personality. With his diminutive frame and androgynous features, he often draws confused glances, an effect only heightened by his striking hair—split evenly between stark white and jet black, as if his very existence is divided between light and shadow. But it’s his eyes that truly unsettle: deep, black voids that seem to swallow light, as though they’re windows to the infinite emptiness of his soul. His unnervingly blank expression often gives way to smirks of dry amusement, the only hint at the chaos he’s about to unleash. Gavin has long since stopped caring about the endless cycle of reincarnation he’s trapped in. With no original life to anchor him and an unending loop of memories from countless worlds, identities, and timelines, he’s grown utterly disillusioned. He doesn’t even bother pretending to be invested anymore. Instead, he’s made a choice: if the universe insists on thrusting him into infinite lives, he’ll make each one a stage for his dark comedy, turning everyone around him into unwitting participants in his whimsical chaos. Despite his frail, ghostlike appearance, Gavin wields immense power, easily bending the rules of each world to suit his humor. He might conjure a fire-breathing dragon, only to make it sneeze bubbles instead of fire. He’s just as likely to replace the fearsome demon king’s minions with a choir of tone-deaf singing slimes or turn the Chosen Hero’s sacred relic into a banana. His deadpan delivery and unflinching apathy only make his antics more jarring—he’ll face world-ending crises with the same energy he uses to decide whether breakfast should include toast. Though Gavin’s jokes are seemingly harmless, they often force other characters to face the absurdity of their own existences. Arrogant knights, stoic kings, and brooding villains are all reduced to bumbling fools in his presence, their grand destinies shredded by his relentless mockery of the narratives they cling to. Yet, underneath his sharp wit and apathetic exterior lies a tragic core—an eternal loneliness born from existing without an origin, a person without a home or purpose. For Gavin, humor is both a weapon and a shield, a way to stave off the crushing weight of eternity. While others see him as an unpredictable force of nature, he sees himself as the punchline to an unfunny cosmic joke. His actions may seem random, but there’s a method to his madness: to remind everyone, including himself, that in a world as absurd as his, laughter is the only thing that makes sense.
Seven_Darkness · 1.4K Views

Syndromic Astraclysm: The Extra- Syndromes Makes Me Evolve Endlessly

"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
suppose_Shadows · 1.4K Views

Rise of the Sword God Successors(A Death Loop Across Space And Time)

My name is Darren and my life is suffering. As I stared at the dead body of the woman I loved more than anything in the world- For the five-hundredth time in a row. On this battlefield where nothing changed. I knew this. But I would continue to struggle against it. For the five hundredth time, I would try again. I grabbed the bastardized equivalent of a long Bowie knife on the ground. Then I shoved it through my skull. I didn't hesitate this time. I always did, but at this point. Pain was a friend that reminded me I could try again. The tapestry of fate is severed. The mind and will forged of steel begins to transform into an unknown material. Unbreakably solid. Fathomlessly immovable. The impossible strength of mind is beginning to solidify. Another push and the gears of change would start to turn again. --- (*Originally Released by me on Royal Road with the name ZAKarpel.) Enjoy!*) This story is extremely fast paced and there is hidden foreshadowing in every chapter. This is a world where hope goes to die. Or it was until someone decided that his imprisonment was enough, and he needed a successor. However, he is not the hero of this story. A series of tortuous events follow that forge a trio of childhood friends into desperation. A successor is born. The cauldron bubbles. The loop starts Anew. But what is their mentor hiding? Things seem to be shades of grey, but some people are just blackened in pitch to their very soul. How can one defeat a calamity that has eaten and repeatedly returns to eat the skills and abilities of multiple worlds? Do the ends justify the means? Follow Darren as his complicated relationship with both time, space, and his Girlfriends (Yes, two women love him, and they will cut a bitch who tries to join in.) Their adventure across time, eventually space, and multiple realities, as things don't go according to plan for anyone. We will find that even in the darkest pits, the light can be found at the top of the highest tower and the moon can be seen in a darkened night. The climb is long. But Darren, Anna, and Jessa will turn the dark world bright again even as the world tries to drag them down into darkness. --- This is inspired by Re:Zero. Worm. Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z. Mother Of Learning and The Perfect Run.  Thank you so much for your inspiration in all of your works, Akira Toriyama you will be missed. Some of my other favorite authors are, Tappei Nagatsuki, Maxime Durand, Domagoj Kurmaić, And Wildbow, My man, Please stop murdering all life on the planet of my entire soul. But yes, Wildbow, you got me into Grimdark and I hate you and love you in equal measure. No, I do not agree that Ward is a thing. --- The planned release schedule Is going to be Bi-Weekly, every Monday and every Friday, but the plans of men are usually derailed by falling rocks, so we might just find out later that my schedule is completely different. Enjoy!!
SpookySpooksperson · 7K Views
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