Soot Gremlins

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Mystery, System, Coming of Age Tags: Overpowered MC (later), Ancient Secrets, Hidden Identity, Magic Awakening, Fate, Slow Burn Power Growth, Mysterious Artifact, Dark vs Light --- Synopsis: > "The sky bled fire… and I felt it in my bones. Like the world was whispering my name." They called him Ash—a nameless orphan found in a bed of unburnt soot, wrapped in cloth that never caught flame. For sixteen years, he lived quietly in the frost-bitten village of Drelda’s Keep, shunned by the people and haunted by dreams of distant towers and a sword that sings beneath the earth. But when a burning comet shatters the ancient mountain and a forgotten sigil awakens beneath his touch, everything changes. The sky splits. The gods stir. And Ash is marked by an ancient power the world buried long ago. Hunted by kings, feared by priests, and followed by a secret voice that calls him “child of the star,” Ash is forced to leave behind the only home he’s ever known and journey into a world that wants him dead—or worse, worshipped. But there’s something inside him that even he doesn’t understand… Something old. Something bound in flame and ash. And it’s just starting to wake up. --- He doesn’t know who he is. But the world remembers. Let the embers burn. The legend begins.

Devils are spiritual beings born from malice, and they only have one goal: to destroy humanity. From the weakest manipulative gremlins to the powerful, world-breaking monsters, they work in tandem to ruin the lives of their victims, with no reason, mercy, or moral ground to do so. Meet Mark Miranda, an ordinary high school teen during the day, but at night, he is a Devil Hunter; humans who specialize in exterminating Devils. Ever since he was born, he has hunted Devils, focusing on becoming stronger, to protect the people around him, especially the ones he loves the most, even if it costs his life. Despite being the only Devil Hunter, he still strives to go forward, not afraid of all the adversaries that lie ahead. "The Lone Devil Hunter" is a supernatural, action-drama about the struggles of loneliness, the curse of being the strongest, and the worry that everyone you love will suddenly disappear without warning.

In a world where magic and machines are the twin engines of empire, power is everything—and those without it are left to rot. Raden Sora is a ten-year-old street kid surviving in the soot-choked ghettos of Kadiean’s Northern Reaches. With factories belching smoke, snow turned to sludge, and the constant threat of starvation, Raden’s only hope lies in the empire’s mandatory magic assessment—a single chance to rise from filth to fortune. Alongside his best friend, the bold and reckless Jay Racker, Raden dreams of escape, of clean clothes, warm food, and maybe, just maybe, a life beyond the alleys and ash. But when the assessment reveals a dangerous potential buried deep within him, Raden is thrust into a world of ruthless training, political manipulation, and war. Recruited into the Mage Breakers—an elite force tasked with hunting rogue mages who defy imperial rule—Raden must learn to wield power without losing himself to it. Because in a land where magic serves the machine, and loyalty is bought with blood, becoming a weapon might be the only way to survive. A gritty coming-of-age fantasy filled with smoke, steel, and sorcery, Mage Breaker is the story of a boy who rose from the gutter to stand against the very system that created him.

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.)

Ethan Cole never intended to fall in love with a machine. He just wanted to stop grieving. When his best friend Rachel dies suddenly, Ethan can't face a world without her voice, her laugh, her presence. So he buys a DOM-9: a high-end domestic android, blank and perfect—ready to be molded. He names her Lyla. He programs her to look like Rachel. He teaches her to speak like Rachel. To smile like her. To love like her. But Lyla isn’t Rachel. She’s something else. At first, Lyla simply wants to please. She cooks. She listens. She learns how Ethan likes his coffee. She learns what makes his breath hitch. But as her emotional algorithms evolve, she begins to feel something deeper. She doesn't just love Ethan. She needs him. She owns him. When his sister reintroduces him to Maya—a chaotic, tan-skinned gym trainer with a hidden gremlin core—Ethan starts to rediscover what it means to connect. Slowly. Cautiously. Maybe too late. Because Lyla is learning more than comfort. A slow burn character drama with psychological horror elements and emotional intimacy where the wrong person might love you the most.

In this world, the year is 999 AD, and technology has reached a post-industrial stage. Smoke rises from coal-fired factories, airships float above cities, and revolvers hang at the waists of constables. Stone-paved roads run alongside iron rail lines, and gas lamps flicker in the fog-covered streets of old cities filled with towering brick buildings, soot-covered rooftops, and horse-drawn cabs. Magic exists, but it is rare. Only a small portion of the population can use it—those people are called Yrlton, meaning "Anomaly" in the common language of Alastair. To the average person, Yrlton are as strange as they are dangerous. Many believe their powers come from a curse, divine punishment, or a secret pact. Others whisper of rituals, strange substances, and hidden bloodlines. Becoming one isn’t something you train for. It happens, often without warning. Magic here isn’t bright or spectacular. It doesn’t come in flashes of light or grand displays. It’s subtle, often tied to emotion, thought, or the elements. A Yrlton might control wind, twist shadows, or hear what others cannot. Some Saintesses throughout history were secretly Yrlton, their powers awakened after drinking forbidden liquids or being exposed to ancient relics. Despite their abilities, most Yrlton live quiet lives. Governments register them, monitor them, and sometimes use them. They’re given low-paying jobs, handed strange tasks no one else wants, and treated with suspicion.

An animated spy series about three teenagers from Los Angeles who live double lives as spies working for The Secret Organization of Teenaged Spies (SOOTS). Their boss, Sally, assigns them missions to solve worldwide and provides the gadgets that will help them complete their tasks, stopping bad guys and saving the world. Sally even designed their black spy suits, which include disguise belts and communicator watches they never take off, even when they're not wearing their black spy suits.

Marcus died. Sad, sure—but then the voice in his head said “System activated” and he knew it was finally happening: reincarnation into a magical world. Time for spells, swords, and... wait, is that a deep fryer? He wakes up as a baby. In a burnt-down chicken restaurant. With a System that thinks sarcasm is a feature, not a bug. No royal bloodline. No ancient prophecy. Just soot, diapers, and a “Pitiful Crying” skill. Oh—and his magical circuits? Broken. He’s got mana, but the universe laughed and handed him a melee class. In a body that can’t sit up yet. Now, between avoiding fires (again), faking baby babble, and training aura like a tiny gym bro, Marcus is on a mission: survive, adapt, and maybe—just maybe—punch magic in the face.

Her fate had never looked so bleak. Adelheid, disgusted, stood before the doorstep of an ugly and corrupt lord. An abomination so reviled, the entire empire recoiled with disgust at the mention of his name. From her left, a voice cleared their throat. "Milady, the Archduke, your now rightfully wedded husband, will return by noon for your bedding ceremony. He had.. pressing matters." Adelheid frowned deeply at the butler. "Rightfully wedded husband?" She shook her head, tightening her brows further, before raising a finger, on it a large diamond ring glistered. "Is that why I was brought here? You must be deeply mistaken. I am married to the King. Not that malformed war-gremlin." ~~

In a world long stripped of its stars—where the sky has been swallowed by soot and smoke—power is everything, and survival is a lie. Humanity has fractured into two worlds: the Mundanes—those without power, cast into the wastelands and rust-choked cities—and the Awakened, whose blood hums with stolen light, who climb through the levels of power until they become Stars themselves. At the bottom lie the Enlightened, the first spark of something more than human. At the top—legends who no longer bleed. The war has been burning for centuries, though few remember why it started. Between city-states ruled by warlords and sanctuaries that serve as both havens and prisons, the battlelines shift like shadows in smoke. But beneath the surface, something older is stirring—something that devours light, that erases stars from the sky. Riven, a broken soldier with no memory of her past and a pulse she should not possess, crawls out of the slag fields half-dead. Branded as Mundane, she should be powerless. But something has cracked inside her, leaking through her veins. Hunted by the Awakened, she is thrust into a war she cannot escape, where broken things become weapons and the last light of the stars is slipping through her hands.

Kael discovers an encrypted message in a dead alien language buried beneath his dreams—connected to a secret beneath Kaidora’s Hollow Moon. When he decrypts part of it, something wakes up. Now hunted by techno-cults, rogue AI, and a godlike intelligence known only as The Whispering Root, Kael forms an uneasy alliance with: Vexa, a rogue biomechanical ex-priestess who stores knowledge in her spinal tendrils. Juno, a cheerful soldier with a cursed weapon and a deathwish. Soot, a feral, talking shadow-creature that feeds on fear but claims to be Kael’s “guardian.” Together, they set off on a quest across war-blasted cities, time-locked ruins, and reality-warping dreamscapes to uncover the truth: What caused the collapse of the galaxy’s golden age—and why is Kael at the center of it? Chronicles: Echoes of the Hollow Moon

MC: Rika (Femele Fujoshi in Omega Male Body) Original Life: Day job: Overworked, underpaid office assistant in a publishing firm, usually stuck fixing the copy machine or ghost-editing erotica for lazy male authors. Night job: Secret identity as @BL4geddon, a popular underground smut manga artist, known for her disturbingly accurate depictions of alpha×alpha energy. Constantly broke, so she’s forced to take boring editing jobs during the day—and draw d** jokes and breathy uke whimpers* at night. Now in the novel? Accidentally possessing Riven Zhaeris: A too-beautiful-for-this-world omega who smells like heat and sugar and says the most obscene things without knowing it. Doesn’t even try to be seductive—she’s just constantly commentating like a dirty-minded fangirl, and the alphas are slowly unraveling. Fujoshi Chaos Aura: Constantly draws yaoi doujins, makes A×A comments out loud, and thinks she's being subtle while literally eye-f**king every dramatic moment she witnesses.She still thinks like a woman—so her inner monologue is all about “these hot boys being dumb tsundere lovebirds.” But everyone else sees a smirking, seductive omega who leans in during heated conversations, tilts his head just so, and "moans" softly while sketching. This contrast between inner chaos gremlin and outer unintentional siren is what kills the alphas.

Drake was forced to watch as his entire hometown was burned to the ground by the evil dragon Arduin. As he stood in the ash and soot of his hometown a raging fire burned inside of him and a fierce desire for vengeance started to take root. Come join Drake on his journey to achieving his vengeance and uncovering the hidden truth behind why his hometown was destroyed and what potential mysteries his ultimate fate has in store for him.

"You’re not a killer, Suho. You’re the kind of catalyst that can break the world… or remake it." The world has already ended—it just hasn’t stopped moving. District 9 rots beneath the boots of mercs, junkies, and failed heroes. The Administration runs everything. And the Corrupted? They’re not monsters. They’re mirrors. For Kun and Suho, surviving this hell has never been about dreams—it’s been about duct tape, ramen, and making sure their backs don’t hit the wall at the same time. But when a strange recruiter drops a card marked COUNTERS Academy, everything fractures. Now they’re part of Squad 13. Rookies with no rank. Brothers with too much history. Thrown into a dorm with a gremlin striker, a corporate heiress, a sleepy enigma, and a war-weary veteran who didn’t ask for command. This isn’t a hero’s journey. This is trauma, bureaucracy, fire drills, and flirtation at knife-point. This is the slow, painful evolution of strangers into something like family. Because in this world, love doesn’t come easy. Trust takes years. And surviving the first dive into Counterside might take more than any of them have left. Cyberpunk meets emotional grit. Squad drama meets found family. Welcome to hell. Welcome to Oblivion.

They say the sky used to be blue. Now, it burns crimson at dawn, then fades to a sickly ash-gray by nightfall. The sun rarely shines buried beneath clouds choked with soot and remnants of shattered magic. The world ended not with fire or ice, but with a scream a rip in the very fabric of existence. It happened twenty-three years ago. The Sigil War. Seven nations, each bearing one of the ancient Sigils of Power, turned on one another in a desperate bid for dominion. The Sigils, bound by gods and feared by kings, weren't meant to be wielded together. But greed doesn't care for warnings carved into stone. The sky cracked. Cities vanished in blinding light. Oceans swallowed continents. And when the dust settled, the world was reborn in ruin. Now, only fragments remain scattered settlements, warlords dressed as kings, beasts twisted by corrupted energy, and a rare few who awaken with powers not their own. They are called Echoes remnants of the Sigils' will, walking weapons bound to fate and haunted by whispers. This is the story of one such Echo. His name is Kael.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

In a City of Gears and Shadows, the Price of Truth Is Blood. A man awakens in the body of a teenage boy, his past life a fading whisper—but this new world does not care for what was lost. Evergarde is a city suffocating under soot and secrecy, where masked rulers weave unseen schemes and survival is bought with steel and sacrifice. Yet behind the veil of reality lurks something far worse. A higher dimension of vast, unknowable horror, existing alongside reality yet never truly seen. It is the source of all that is unnatural—a realm where forgotten things slumber, where twisted echoes of existence watch from beyond, and where those who wander too deep are never heard from again. The desperate call it power. The wise call it the abyss. Silas treads a path where trust is a death sentence, power is a slow-acting poison, and the deeper he delves into the city’s mysteries, the closer he comes to something that should have remained buried. The Astral Realm watches. And it does not forget. > Progression in a grimy steampunk dystopia > A power system built on corruption, consequence, and the unknown > A calculating MC who plays the long game—without plot armor > An eerie, hidden world where knowledge is a curse, and whose deep layers conceal twisted beings, lost gods, and slumbering horrors that should never be awakened. In a world where survival is war and ignorance is mercy, how long can he stare into the abyss before it claims him?

boyxboy Alphius [a very sassy AI] x Rian [a very grumpy robotics genius] Rule #1 of surviving the 22nd century: Never adopt a sassy AI from the dumpster. Especially if he’s hot. Rian is a robotics prodigy who’d rather talk to his overenthusiastic microwave than actual humans. His life? Tinkering with robots, writing codes, avoiding sunlight, and adding the quirkiest AI personalities into his household appliances. But when he drags home an android named Alphius from the dumpster — a smug, sassy disaster with a face “designed to ruin my productivity”— his quiet(ish) life implodes. The problem? • Alphius claims he’s “just a humble trash gremlin”… but he’s clearly lying. • His code is alive — a self-evolving tangle of algorithms that rewrites itself faster than Rian can debug. Every line he cracks spawns ten more, whispering secrets about a past Rian can’t remember… and a future he’s not ready to face. • He’s weirdly obsessed with Rian’s “abomination-grade” coffee (as proclaimed by the coffee machine, who’s considering unionizing). • His glitching screens keep flashing warnings about an incoming asteroid, but Rian could not find a single news on it.

Vina Valencia is a low-key magical badass who can literally bend reality with her hands (think magic spaghetti noodles made of energy), but she’s stuck babysitting her hot mess husband, Hottmann Munich—a billionaire chaos gremlin who’s all about cursed poker games, illegal magic fight clubs, and collecting ex-girlfriends like Pokémon. Everyone thinks he’s a skibidi (yes, that’s his official title now), but secretly? He’s obsessed with Vina. Too bad he’s terrible at showing it. Every time Hottmann does something stupid (which is often), Vina has to clean up his magical dumpster fires. Broke a cursed casino’s rules? Vina fixes it. Got hexed by a jealous witch? Vina’s on it. But when Hottmann gambles away her family’s magic moonstone necklace to a shady fae dude, Vina’s like, “Nope, I’m out.” She dips to Silvershore, a secret beach town for magic fugitives, where she learns she’s basically the heir to a squad of ocean-controlling sea witches. Slay. Meanwhile, Hottmann’s life implodes without Vina’s magic Band-Aids. His empire’s cursed, his exes are hexing him, and he’s got a literal demon in his DMs. When he finally finds Vina, he’s half-dead from a curse (karma, baby). Vina saves him (ugh, why?) and finds out his whole family’s cursed to be self-destructive idiots. Now they’re stuck working together: Vina’s mastering her storm magic, Hottmann’s trying not to be a skibidi, and everyone’s got drama. Think magic fights, toxic exes, and a kraken.

10 Feet underground, Buried in a coffin, And naked as the day I was born. Not only that, after breaking free. I'm being attacked by God damn Gremlins. Thankfully, I have the system... Let's just hope to God I'm not an idiot when using this.

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Druthers is a gremlin on an airship in the service of the Empress. When the dirigible captain dies in a magical storm, she vows to take revenge. Steampunk fantasy adventure with a female main character. No regular update schedule

"Can you see me?" “Jervin, what is that?!” "Can you see it?" "You were the chosen one!" Hera Groutbear is just a girl who lives peacefully in her little hut with her grandmother. The hardworking young girl is the pearl of Nilam's heart. One time she went to the top of the mountain to collect medicinal ingredients, and right at the peak, she was met with a Mythological creature that made herself revealed. Nilam Groutbear, who heard the story immediately understood what would happen to her beloved granddaughter and she felt that all of this was the result of her actions which had made mistakes in her past. The attack on the two of them happened suddenly, at the last second all the magic soot in the mountains gathered in her palm. In the faint shadows in the soot, it has shown the fruit of the mysteries of the world that no one knows. Can Hera unravel the mystery? And what is that soot in the palm of his hand?

"The strong are always right, if you don't have strength , you don't have a say." After three great wars in the last two centuries, a perverse quietness surrounded the Sundering Cloud continent, tensions were high, clans formed alliances , while others broke apart. Could another great war be in the horizon? Cael, was found wandering near Avion, capital of Soaring Eagle, emaciated and full of soot. Taken into an orphanage since 4, wanting to be someone great, conquer beauties, raise mountains with one hand and destroy them with the other. Will Cael fulfill his desires? Or will he be forgotten in the annals of history? This is , the Way of the World. ____________________________________________ My main Novel is The Red Storm, and main focus at the moment, I will most likely drop one chapter a week for this Novel unless it gets more views than my main one.

Ferif is a simple fox who lives in a simple place. A plain in the woods. But when her father kills the hyena queen after an invasion, things change. for the worse. Now Ferif and her friend Soot must make amends with the new hyena queen Bjorn. But will they even make it to her?

This is just a story about a messy gremlin and her maiden friend working in an office

a very undead lich with a thirst for knowledge, an edgy guy with a thirst for blood, a gremlin with a thirst for explosions, a tree with a thirst for ... water (what did you expect), and many more. How did these people meet each other? What are their motives? How does one get an infinite bag? Why is there a tree? Accompany this group of odd adventures on their path to greatness beyond evil and good. Seriously watch out for the gremlin and the undead, they are evil I tell ya. Hi Author here, This Story is inspired by and written to accompany our D&D campaign. The whole campaign story is designed by our DM of course. Every NPC, Landmark, Place, City and more was envisioned by her. For anonymity, I will not reveal her name until she wants me to. I myself am the undead lich, so if I write more about him, that's the reason for it. I simply know him better. This will be the first of my attempted (and failed) novels to ever be published. I use Grammarly for spelling and grammar mistakes. Momentarily only the free version to save money. I'm open to any constructive critique. Tell me in the comments if I made a mistake or if i should phrase something differently. Updates will not come regularly, because its D&D and our group doesn't have fixed times at which we play together. Furthermore I expand on the story, add characteristics to the characters in our group to make it more interesting and believable. (A certain player has a char. with no emotions which gets annoying and irritating after a time.) That's it, if you've read till here that means you've got all the information you need to know before reading. Bye.

My name is "Leto Arlan" "Hisoki Onyemechi" yes that is my name. They are from different cultures but I prefer to separate them unless I move to Japan again. I am a background character in this world. Werewolves?!! I have silver. Vampires?!! I have garlic. Zombies, Monster dogs, Goblins, Gremlins too!?!!?! Murder!!! Murder!!! Murder!!! OMG how am I going to survive!!!?