Owl Drawer

In the beginning, when the world was still young and the skies were untamed, there existed a legend known to only a few. It was the tale of the 5 Birds, celestial beings created to safeguard the realms and maintain the balance of nature. These five majestic creatures were revered and feared, their power unmatched and their wisdom boundless. • Divine Owl Sagea, soared above the highest peaks, her golden wings casting a protective shadow over the lands below. She embodied courage and strength, always the first to confront any threat to their world. She was the leader of the 5 celestial birds. • Nocturne, the Raven of Secrets, dwelled in the shadows, his black feathers blending with the night. Keeper of ancient knowledge and hidden truths, he was a master of dark magic, using his powers to protect the innocent and punish the wicked. • Zephyra, the Falcon of Speed, raced with the wind, her silver feathers shimmering in the sunlight. She was swift and agile, a messenger of the gods and a symbol of freedom, her presence a harbinger of hope. • Seraphina, the Swan of Serenity, glided gracefully over tranquil waters, her pure white feathers reflecting her inner peace. She brought harmony and healing, soothing the hearts of those in turmoil and restoring balance to the land. • Pyra, the Phoenix of Rebirth, burned with an eternal flame, his fiery plumage a beacon of renewal and transformation. From the ashes of destruction, he rose again and again, a testament to the power of resilience and the promise of a new beginning. These five were the Pentad of Protectors, united by their mission to defend the world from the forces of darkness. Their greatest challenge came in the form of the Shadow Flock, a sinister group intent on plunging the realms into chaos and despair. The Celestial Birds fought valiantly, but the battle was fierce and unforgiving. One by one, they fell, their spirits lingering in the hopes that one day, successors would rise to continue their legacy. The world was left vulnerable, waiting for the day when the Celestial Birds would return to restore peace and order.

Hunt. Graft. Evolve. That is the core idea of a witch hunter. By grafting mutations from animals and supernatural beasts, the witch hunter ascends his own body, adding more and more power to his flesh. Sir Siderius Satterblade, once he was Master Witch Hunter, Grand Professor of Alchemy and Knight of the Holy Order. He and his Order eradicated the unnatural magic user in his world, guaranteeing that every man would be equal on the battlefield. But he did not achieve his Magnum Opus. By using a Forbidden Alchemical Equation, he transferred his soul to another man in another world. Blossom Glades, a society ruled by witches and benefitted only to witches. Men and non-magic users are nothing more than slaves. They call them Ashens, lowlifes who can never awaken to be a witch. Sir Siderius Satterblade has become one of those Ashen, the lowest of the low. In this world, he will become the most powerful being and eradicate all witches just like his Order has done. “WITCHES ARE PARASITES AND THEY MUST BE BURNED.” [GRAFTING SUCCESSFUL] [You have gained the eyes of the Owl - Strix Oculus Extima] [Strix Ocula: Total Dark Vision] [GRAFTING SUCCESSFUL] [You have gained the ears of the Bat - Vesper Sonarus Extima] [Vesper Sonara: Echolocation] [GRAFTING SUCCESSFUL] [...]

Reborn as Yuan Shao's second son, Yuan Xi, he originally only wanted to farm quietly in Youzhou, but he was inevitably caught up in the whirlpool of the chaotic world. In order to survive, Yuan Xi had to bite the bullet, secretly develop while secretly digging into the corners of the heroes of the Three Kingdoms. Yuan Shao: "Rebellious son!" Cao Cao: "This boy has the appearance of an owl!" Lü Bu: "This boy is as loyal as me!" Liu Bei: "Where is my wife?" Sun Quan: "Wow!" The situation at the end of the Han Dynasty changed quietly because of him. Note: this is note my story

Born with a mark no one could explain, Fiel Ashenhive was denied the path of a hunter, silently exiled from the ranks he was meant to join. Branded unsuitable, they sent him into the shadows to chase ghosts and spirits, calling it a safer fit. But in truth, they feared what stirred within him. While others trained to face the monsters inside the dungeons, he began to hear the whispers, the ones tied to his mark, the ones buried beneath Aderfel’s silence. And as the dungeons grow and the world begins to bend, he steps closer to a secret they tried to erase, one that could unravel everything.

Stellar Fragments: When Steam Meets the Void, Who Will Light the Last Star? The morning mist over Port Belen reeks of rust. Zhou Mingrui never expected a crumpled oilcloth bundle, scavenged from a dockside jump, to tear open a rift to the Astral Plane. But when he unwraps it—a leather-bound book with a seven-pointed star embossed on its cover, its pages swirling with constellations—he feels a primal pull, like the stars themselves are whispering his name. This is 1873, and Port Belen is a city teetering between progress and chaos. Steam engines roar, but the clocks tick backward. Corpses in morgues scribble "Eclipse Prayers." Dockworkers go mad, screaming of a "whale with a thousand eyes." All roads lead to Stellar Fragments, a forbidden text rumored to hold the key to stopping the Astral Leviathan—a colossal entity slumbering in the void, its awakening marked by the "Void Solstice": when seven stars align over Port Belen, and reality itself begins to unravel. "You have the Starwatcher’s mark," says Claire, the scarred astrologer of the Night Owl Society, sliding the book across a creaky oak table. Her brass bracelets clink with constellations. "The last Starwatcher vanished a decade ago, leaving only this warning: When the seven stars kiss the Void, the Leviathan wakes. Only the Starwatcher can anchor reality—by becoming part of the stars themselves." But Zhou is no hero. Just a grad student of 19th-century occultism, now trapped in a game of cosmic stakes: A steam-powered astrolabe explodes in his hands, its needle pointing to "Void." A noble heiress’s "spirit pigeons" grow feverish, pecking at the sky where the Leviathan’s "void eyes" glow. The city’s Eclipse Value—measuring the breach between worlds—creeps up: 0.01%, 0.03%, 0.05%... In the flickering light of an old church basement, the Night Owl Society gathers. Seven "Astral Artifacts" lie scattered: a moonstone gear humming with pale light, a cracked whistle that silences mad machinery, a pocket watch frozen mid-tick… Five more remain. Without them, the Leviathan’s shadow will consume Port Belen. But Stellar Fragments holds a final, blood-chilling clue: "To bind the stars, the Starwatcher must bleed." That night, the Leviathan rises. Its gargantuan form breaches the mist, scales glinting with countless eyes, each one staring at Zhou Mingrui—and the book clutched in his hands. He grips Stellar Fragments, recalling his professor’s words: "Occultism isn’t about controlling the cosmos. It’s about finding light in the dark." Now, with nothing but flesh and starlight as his weapons, Zhou must decide: Will he become a star to stop the void… or be swallowed by it?

Sitting at my desk, and BOOM – free stuff from braggarts? Leo, a corporate drone tormented by soul-crushing IT helpdesk calls. His greatest life achievements? Pining after his dream girl Clara for a decade without making a move, and an unfinished novel gathering dust in his desk drawer. Then came the high school reunion. Julian Croft, the rich jerk who loved stomping on Leo back in the day, was back at it – flexing hard: "Oh, just closed a seven-figure deal? Chump change, really. Picked up this penthouse overlooking Central Park on a whim. Views are kinda okay, I guess." "Oh yeah, and downstairs? My custom McLaren Speedtail. Only 106 made worldwide, you know? Mine's got... special touches. Having it brought over later." Ding! Your "Face-Slapping Delivery Service" has arrived! Leo's phone buzzes: Penthouse Deed - Acquired! His pocket suddenly weighs a ton: McLaren Key Fob - Acquired! Leo stared, dumbfounded: Since when did phishing scams... get so hardcore?!

Long gone was the age of the gods… Long gone are those tales that lived through time and defied fate itself… Olympus has fallen, and the pantheon crumbled, like a temple with no pillars or a home that no longer served its purpose. The last ballad has been sung, and glory withered like a dying flower on the incoming winter. Fire, ash, and blood reigned supreme when the secret was revealed. The vulture and the owl—two opposites, the different sides of the same coin, rivals who defied the common status quo of “once an enemy, will always be enemies.” But what if love all of a sudden came at them? Piercing through their souls that even the goddess of love’s prowess could never fathom such a circumstance. The war and wisdom—the deities who were deemed too similar yet too different at the same time. What if those stories about them were nothing more than figments of a mortal’s imagination? What if the character was no more—the loathing gone, and what remained was an unexpected understanding towards each other? Ares and Athena—what if something sparked between them and defied the order of Olympus?

Red was a commoner raised by his grandfather, Shen, and an aspiring enchanter who wanted to become the Supreme Sorcerer someday, the highest title that symbolizes great power and authority. After he realized that his grandfather was clouded by mystery, mystery of their true identity. His heart was moved by the words of his grandfather, "For all of it will be answered whenever you are ready. Not just mentally or emotionally, but with the strength to protect it." Thirst to know, motivated him to climb to the peak of knowledge and power. Later, he was accepted to his dream school, the Divine Owl Academy, a prestigious academy in the Orleon Country, after he effortlessly passed all the trials--a moment where elders discovered his godly talent. In the academy, he did not only gained knowledge and growth in his cultivation, but also he was able to unravel his true identity while facing challenging battles and unending rivalries. As he gradually unveil them and ascend towards the peak, a journey of unforeseen twists, fortuitous encounters, heart-breaking moments, nerve-racking discoveries, and breathtaking display of power and strength awaits!

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)

The cut was deep. It ran from the sole of her feet to her ankle. Fresh blood trikled down from her foot. How long was it until she reached another village. The forest was covered in snow and the frost Had started bite her skin. Amelein heaved for air as she had been in the forest for the past hour. Save for the hoooting of an owl and a wild cat that had meowed some minutes ago, she was practically alone. But the wind brought a faint sound to her ear... footsteps. They were faint but she could hear it and now she knew she had company. And she was sure it was not good company. She was at a disadvantage because her foot was injured. The only thing that her subconscious told her was one word. 'run' But her strength was failing her. She prayed enearstly for som sort of escape. What if it was a vampire! Or worst a black witch.!!!! She tried to steady her breath while hiding behind one of the trees. It had large branches which was enough to cover her. She bent over and sat on the forest floors while steadying herself on her good foot. She left the other foot to rest straight while stretching it to avoid the injured side. ***** Dante walked through the forest while watching out for signs of black witches. No normal man would walk into this part of the forest. It was called the heart of the forest for a reason. Even though it was quiet. The eery silence and the fog that rose to the length of his knees and circled the entire forest. It was said to start at the stroke of midnight,some said the were spirits of the deceased the were wandering about since they refused to pass through the gates of eternal rest. Hell or heaven? Who cared anyways. He was there because of the council man who said he had heard of the black witch who had been creating a potion turn humans into a docile state and she had planned an attack on an entire human village but he was sure the attack had already taken place because , it was meant to take place that night. He wasn't a saint to come here to save the city... Of course not . There were people in the department and they were too lazy to do their jobs. Just when he was about to kick the wooden door he found deep in the heart of the forest that looked like a small old box house. It was so small that he doubted if it was up to quarter the size of his room. Suddenly he smelt something in the air, it it was very potent. It was blood. His fangs grew and began to crave blood. He struggled to control his thirst and it seemed really bad at the moment. It enveloped his senses which made him momentarily forget his mission to trace the source of the blood. This wasn't human blood but then what race was this? He began walking until he got to a thicket of trees where so many trees clustered together there by forming an umbrella. He held up his short revolver gun and held it up with both hands while using his ears as extra set of equipment used to pick up any odd sounds. Just as he was about to take a step forward he a spike in a heart beat but it was beating at a slow beat which was odd. He used his nostrils to concentrate but the sound and the smell where coming from the same place. Then he sighted a dress and soon he could make out a silhouette of a woman in a seated position. but what was a human female doing in this part of the forest. But she didn't look like a witch. While still in thought he heard the woman scream so loudly, letting out a shrill cry. That was when he noticed the presence of a vampire with but it was a low level vampire with bright red eyes but his fangs were longer than normal. A deranged vampire. His nails grew out long and harshly grabbed the woman while piercing his nails into her skin causing blood to ooze out of the injured hands. Dante seeing this quickly aimed for the head of the corrupted vampire making the later fall limb on the ground after releasing the woman. But instead of one rather two bodies fell to the ground, one following the other.

The sky tore open—and the earth followed. One by one, the seals broke. And with them, hell answered the call. Not in whispers. Not in shadows. But in flame, storm, and death. Cities fell. Oceans rose. The righteous vanished without a trace, and the damned were left to face what crawled from the void. The demons had broken the ancient covenant—a pact that held the balance between heaven, hell, and humanity. And in their treachery, the world was left defenseless. So the Divine issued a command: “Send me an army.” But none answered. None, except nine. Nine demons rose from the ashes of their own damnation. Not out of loyalty. Not out of guilt. But for something deeper—honor, purpose, redemption. They would fight their own kind. Protect the world they once helped break. They are not heroes. They are not saviors. They are the Hell‘s 9.

Jim is a healthy youth who has just graduated from the ordinary local university in his city. With his degree in his hand, he started searching for jobs in the city. Even though his tries to get job were mostly met with rejections he never lost hope and always maintained positive attitude towards life. One morning he was getting ready for an interview in the local company who were hiring freshers, he felt someone hit him on his head before losing consciousness, what he didn't know then was all the people in the world also lost consciousness simultaneously within seconds. When Jim reopened his eyes again, he was sleeping on a hard iron bed fixed to the floor. The room he was in was 10 sq meters built like an iron cage with no windows but just a door on the other side of the room. Just opposite to the bed there was an iron table with multiple drawers which was also welded to the floor making the already cramped room narrower for walking. Jim wobbly woke up from the bed and tried opening the door and found it was locked, and he couldn't open it. Apprehensive about the circumstances he began shouting with fright so someone could hear his voice and open the door for him, but he didn't get any reply. After shouting for an hour, he got tired and sat on the sliding chair fixed to the table next to the bed. Only now he saw a laptop present on the table which was also embedded in it. As soon as he opened the laptop it started immediately, and words started appearing on it. Find out what did Jim see on the screen and his journey

Suddenly transmigrated in another world, Alex must adapt to his new surroundings to survive. “Don't people who experience this either become a hero or protagonist? Why am I already dying again?!” Alex suddenly felt like he was scammed. The Overseer who handled his transmigration promised him good things but he woke up dying from sickness instead. Then, the notification came. [Congratulations on successfully transmigrating! Your new life begins now!]

tells the tale of Khalid, a young man born with one arm and one leg in a small desert village. Despite his physical limitations, Khalid strives to support his mother and help his fellow villagers. When their peaceful existence is shattered by a group of traders and their ruthless guards, Khalid finds himself in the midst of chaos and violence. Forced to leave his home, Khalid embarks on a journey where he must confront his limitations and face challenges head-on.

When an overworked office drone stumbles into a dark alley, he witnesses a battle that defies all logic—and inherits a jade scroll that changes his fate forever. Ji Chen was just trying to survive the corporate grind. But when a dying cultivator hurls him the mysterious "Heavenly Tome," he finds himself hunted by a deadly organization known as the Night Owl Society. Now marked by an ancient seal, Ji Chen can see spiritual energy, sense emotions, and even wield powers once thought mythical. By day, he’s a rising star in the data analytics department. By night, he trains under a sharp-tongued female cultivator with secrets of her own. Trapped between the hidden world of cultivation and the brutal reality of the modern city, Ji Chen must awaken his true potential—or be consumed by the forces already closing in. Mystic arts, modern espionage, secret societies, and a reluctant hero with a mind for numbers—this is not your average urban fantasy. He didn’t ask for destiny. But the Heavenly Tome has chosen him. And now... the real game begins.

Elias Throne is a mortuary assistant who has seen death from every angle—until death begins to look back. When a body stored in drawer 39 whispers his name, he uncovers a mysterious black book that lists deaths yet to happen… and his is written next. Step into a psychological thriller drenched in gothic horror, mystery, and the slow unraveling of reality. In a city of silence, sometimes the dead are the only ones speaking the truth.

Evelyn had a normal happy life until the untimely death of her mother. Her loving father soon became an abusive drunk that would constantly beat her and her older brother Mason. After years of abuse one day Evelyn and Mason managed to escape the terror of their father, when Evelyn finally snapped and killed him. Unfortunately, even though they escaped their rotten father, their lives came to a violent and early end at the hands of a cruel fate. However, when Evelyn woke up after dying, she found herself in a dark damp place. And when she broke free from what confines her, she finds herself reborn as an owl. Follow along as Evelyn lives her second life as an owl in a world of magic and mystery, as she aims to rise up and become the strongest. So, no one can ever dictate her fate again. Warning: This novel is going to be very dark in places, especially the prologue. If you are faint of heart, I recommend you not read this novel. Artwork By Radiopaque.

He thought it was just a training mission. He was wrong. In the spring of 2000, elite NATO operative Falcon is sent to the Carpathian Mountains for what should be a simple assignment: train local recon troops and assess terrain adaptability. What he finds is an abandoned Cold War-era facility buried in moss and silence. A photograph. A sealed drawer. And a feeling that he and his team are not alone. Some buildings were never meant to be found. Faceless is a military thriller with Cold War echoes, psychological tension, and the creeping dread of secrets buried in stone.

“He died with my name on his lips... and her perfume on his chest.” Arianne thought death would end the betrayal. She was wrong. Her husband is gone — buried in silence, mourned in pain. But the scent of another woman lingers in his shirts. Her lipstick stains the cup Arianne drinks from. And her voice? It echoes in voicemails he never deleted. Every drawer hides a memory that doesn't belong to her. Every reflection shows a woman who lost a war she never knew she was fighting. As Arianne unravels the quiet infidelity that stole her marriage, grief twists into obsession. What begins as mourning becomes investigation. What begins as sorrow becomes vengeance. But what happens when the dead aren't done speaking? And what if she — the other woman — was more than just a mistake? She wasn’t just loved. She was chosen. This is not a love story. This is a haunting told from the side of the widow who refused to die with him.

The nightmares started without warning. At first, they were fleeting—a whisper in the dark, a shadow at the edge of vision. But then the dreams bled into reality. The world twisted. Time fractured. And at the center of it all… was the owl.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

Twelve-year-old introvert girl Venessa is blamed for her sister’s death, bullied at school, and unloved at home. Drowning in guilt, she writes a goodbye letter— only to find a mysterious one already in her drawer. It’s from her future self. And it says: “You still matter. Don’t give up.” Now, through letters across time, Venessa begins to heal, fight back, and rewrite her story—before it’s too late.. **Content Rating**: This story is rated *"Parents Strongly Cautioned (PG-13 to R equivalent)"*. It contains themes of emotional trauma, bullying, loss, and mental health struggles, which may not be suitable for younger readers. Reader discretion is advised.

I have a bunch of writing works, that don't quite fit the classification to be a regular story, or are not good enough. Or it was a project, that was not selected to move forward into a publication. So as saying go: “Don't write for a drawer in the desk.” I trying to find a home for them. I do not expect for them to have any success, as many are for weekly contest and dint make it. (Shelf Clean out, as it was written down on my (To do) list.)

"Tyranny. The only thing we have known for the past 200 years. A world controlled by the supernatural, where the food chain has flipped on its head. Humans became mere calves and cattle. Many have tried and failed... Governments. Countries and Empires alike have rose and fallen, forced under servitude of this tyrant. What makes you different, Lone owl?" "Nothing. Nothing at all" "... You may not be as lucky as I am young man. I dare not even venture one step back into that forsaken stretch." "I will return. I promise." "I hope so" The world has completely inverted. Reality has become fiction, people and aliens exist. Only one rules them all. And one will break it.

Man, Woman, children, Elderly and even the sick and even infants are all inexplicably teleported to the bottom floor of a tower, separated in groups of 1000 each in a subfloor of their own. Two gas station workers Apollo and Clare are no exception as they find themselves in the ruins of a city with 998 other strangers, a forest just a hundred meters from the city entrance and monsters ready to tear into their flesh if they dare to step inside. As the two ascend the tower what will they gain but also lose? I'm writing for fun and only when i feel like it so don't expect consistent uploads.

Synopsis: Takeshi Mori, a aimless 40 year Japanese man having retired early in life with riches now wonders through the empty city streets at midnight as usual wondering what to do with his life, but that is all shattered as while looking up momentarily he sees an unfathomably big eye staring down at him, with one blink to check if he's too sleep deprived he is gone in an instant. And when his eyes open again, a forest greets him as searing pain jolts him wide awake as on the back of his right hand is a branded symbol of a shield. What happened? Where is he? What is the mark on his hand and what are the increasingly loud howls and growls he can hear coming his way? Story takes place in a fantasy world called Ender with high level magic, fantastical races such as Fae, demons, angels, Undead, merfolk, beast man and more. It'll also have some romance but it'll be a slow burn and i mean SLOW burn. Also i would recommend reading the prologue to get the whole picture and not just jumping into chapter 1. And just a reminder but this is not just a story but the life of the character that is Takeshi Mori, so there isn't just random conflict constantly or too unexpected plot points and progression, i want to make it realistic as i can without boring you guys too much but it's my story so i can do whatever the hell i want. Either stay or leave. Person 1: Hey do you know where my dandelion is? Person 2: Um it's just over there. That's Your Dandelion right? Absolute Cinema: Those who know

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Born of sea and land, Arthur Eizor lives a quiet life in a coastal forge, raised by a gruff but loving dwarven father. Yet the tranquil waves of the crystal shore mask the blood-soaked currents beneath his origins. Haunted by fragmented memories of when he was but a mere infant of the fateful day when his parents were killed , Arthur begins to chase the truth of who he is. Armed with a sword-staff forged by his foster father, the blessings passed down by his mother and the the merfolk blood from his father coursing through his veins he sets out to find the truth and spill blood. As he journeys through a divided world where land and sea eye each other with hatred, and ancient powers stir in the deep, the deeper he dives into lost histories, the closer he descends deeper into a maelstrom of madness. What will become of the young man seeking revenge but incurring more than what he wished for? Will he die a miserable death in the abyssal depths or dye the seas and annuels of history red...

Set two centuries after superpowers suddenly appeared in the world, the story follows our main character -------'s daily life as we see through the lense of him the light and dark of a world shaped and influenced by powers.

During a stormy night on a mountain, a boy wakes up. 15 year old Jin Wu gasps for air as he becomes aware of his surroundings. "Where am I?!" he thought as he stood up from his bed and scanned his surroundings with carefulness while being quiet, he opened the drawers and found a mirror. A laugh that did not seem to be filled with usual joy came out, "I transmigrated!"