Fondos Stitch

"201th, 202nd…" Zhou Can, an Intern of Tu Ya Hospital, a Grade A Provincial Tertiary Hospital, would silently count every stitch he finished. His target today was to complete 300 stitches and fight for a place in the House Officer recruitment two days later. [Congratulations on completing your 100,000th suture and triggering the EXP system. Medical skills and surgery practice can be obtained.] Zhou Can shook his head hard. What the hell is this? Something even more magical happened as he thought about it. An interface appeared in front of him. [Zhou Can, Intern.] [Pathology Diagnosis, Level Two. Current EXP: 89.5/100. Outstanding House Officer-level diagnosis ability.] A surgical legend was in the making.

En un mundo donde el poder lo es todo, Leo Valerius es un cero a la izquierda. Humillado por la familia de su arrogante esposa, traicionado de la forma más cruel y abandonado a su suerte, su vida está rota en mil pedazos. Pero cuando toca fondo en el callejón más oscuro de su vida, una misteriosa y poderosa benefactora le ofrece no solo la salvación, sino la llave a un legado olvidado que corre por sus venas. Despierta en él un poder ancestral con la capacidad de sanar lo incurable y doblegar la voluntad de sus enemigos, una fuerza que podría llevarlo a la cima. Sin embargo, este don no es gratuito. Cada vez que lo usa, el poder le exige un terrible precio, amenazando con arrancarle los recuerdos y la esencia de lo que lo hace humano. Arrastrado a un juego mortal de intrigas, pasiones y alianzas inesperadas con mujeres tan letales como fascinantes, Leo deberá aprender a dominar su herencia antes de que esta lo consuma.

Thank you all so much for giving my story so much love! I started this fanfic with just a dream in my heart, and now seeing it reach 15k views feels surreal. Every read, every comment, and every little bit of support means the world to me. To SEVENTEEN and all the Carats who inspired this journey—thank you for being my light. Let’s continue this story together till the very last page. Say the name… SEVENTEEN! — With love, byeonchen Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the K-pop group SEVENTEEN. The real names and personalities of SEVENTEEN members are used fictionally with the utmost respect and love. This story is purely fictional and is not meant to represent the real individuals. I do not own SEVENTEEN or their likeness. No profit is being made from this story. Two ordinary girls. One extraordinary group. A shared dream that brings them to SEVENTEEN’s world—where friendship blossoms, love quietly takes root, and the line between idol and heart becomes beautifully blurred. Nian and Xuanye never imagined they’d end up living under the same roof as the 13 boys who changed their lives through music. What begins as awe and awkward encounters soon turns into laughter, late-night talks, and memories stitched with music, vulnerability, and love. But the world of idols isn’t easy—and falling in love with one might just be the hardest lesson of all. A fanfic filled with slow-burn romance, emotional bonds, healing moments, and the power of believing in yourself when your heart whispers, “This is real.”

Bai Xiaosheng, un trabajador ordinario, ¡heredó un conglomerado mundial de dos billones de dólares! Según el testamento, tenía que empezar desde abajo y embarcarse en un viaje de ascenso laboral. Desbloqueó capa tras capa de funciones de apoyo del sistema, accedió a fondos masivos y dominó varias industrias dentro de las subsidiarias del grupo, llevando una vida triunfante. "Déjame contarte un secreto", dijo, "aunque soy un empleado, ¡en realidad, soy tu jefe!"

Engañada para casarse, explotada toda su vida como una niñera sin sueldo y finalmente golpeada hasta la muerte por su madre adoptiva delante de la cama del enfermo padre adoptivo, la miserable vida de Shen Mianmian llegó a su fin. Cuando abrió sus ojos de nuevo, se encontró de vuelta a los quince años. Shen Mianmian juró escapar de su destino pasado, castigar a su maliciosa prima y a su madre adoptiva, pero accidentalmente brilló demasiado en el proceso. La estudiante antepenúltima de la escuela de repente ascendió a la cima, convirtiéndose en la candidata peleada por prestigiosas universidades, causando sensación entre todos los profesores y estudiantes... Mientras otros estaban ocupados estudiando, Shen Mianmian estaba ocupada iniciando pequeños negocios para ganar dinero... Mientras otros se preparaban para el examen de ingreso a la universidad, Shen Mianmian compró de un golpe las dos casas encantadas más notorias de Pekín... convirtiéndose en una rareza a ojos de todos, se burlaban de que aunque tuviera la fortuna de comprarlas, podría no tener la vida para vivir en ellas. Cuando otros se graduaron y estaban ocupados buscando trabajo, las propiedades encantadas compradas por Shen Mianmian fueron expropiadas por el gobierno, ganándole una cantidad considerable de compensación por la demolición. Aquellos que se habían burlado de ella no pudieron evitar darse dos palmadas... preguntando por todas partes dónde podría haber casas encantadas en venta. Shen Mianmian, que originalmente necesitaba pedir prestado dinero para las tasas de matrícula, usó los fondos de demolición y aprovechó su ventaja de renacer para comprar un terreno adecuado y construir un edificio de alquiler, transformándose en la propietaria de tierras más rica y próspera de Pekín... Un día, Shen Mianmian, llevando una bolsa de llaves y habiendo acabado de cobrar la renta, fue arrastrada al Registro Civil. —Shen Mianmian, es hora de que pagues lo que me debes.

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

When Lucian Bowcott goes out drinking with friends, he dies after a single sip. He awakens in Atreaum, summoned by the Half-Dead Queen to serve as her court mortician. But there’s a problem: death no longer exists in this world. Lucian expects embalming fluid and corpses—not a palace where time is frozen and memory is outlawed. But when he rings a forbidden bell in the city of Staesis, the illusion shatters—and something older than ghosts begins to stir. Now hunted by the very Queen who summoned him, shadowed by a stitched girl born of grief, and stalked by a spymaster who trades in secrets and souls, Lucian must uncover the truth behind Atreaum’s forgotten dead—before he joins them.

“Los dragones y sus crías dominan los cielos, la tierra y los mares... la humanidad sobrevive en las grietas, soñando con un regreso.” _____ El poder viene de la bestia que dominas. Lobos, águilas, serpientes, arañas, quimeras, cuanto más fuerte sea tu invocación, más brillante será tu futuro. Qué mala suerte para nuestro protagonista. Cuando todos los demás invocaban salamandras, águilas, perros trol (no doge) o tigres, él obtuvo… Bueno, digamos que lo único más bajo en la cadena alimenticia es la tierra. Se ríen de él, lo acosan y vive siendo el hazmerreír de todos, no es que esté ganando precisamente. Pero rendirse no es una opción... Sus padres ancianos vendieron todo para su “fallido” intento, y él no permitirá que sea en vano. Pero bueno, esta es su historia. ¿El domador de bestias más débil? Aquí está la cosa sobre estar en el fondo: te enseña a escalar. ¿Y los dragones? Resulta que ellos también empiezan pequeños. A medida que los reinos se derrumban bajo la codicia y las amenazas externas, el domador más débil comienza su ascenso. Sigue su camino mientras desbloquea un potencial tan raro, tan aterrador, que lleva a dragones… Cada línea evolutiva lleva a los dragones más fuertes ‘SSS Dragones’. _______ Advertencia: Contiene dragones que destruyen el mundo, venganza de un desvalido motivado por el ridículo, protagonista cubierto de escamas de dragón, nobles moralmente cuestionables, evoluciones de criaturas insanas y suficientes giros para hacerte preguntarte si lo más débil realmente significa lo más afortunado. Un protagonista que está decidido a demostrar que todos están equivocados... incluso si eso lo mata. Alerta de spoiler: No lo hará. Para aquellos que aman mucha diversión, este es para ustedes. Si buscas una historia más oscura, busca en otro lado (quizás Sistema Utópico (;) Este trata sobre divertirse y domar expectativas. _______ Si quieres saber más sobre la portada: Sí, esa es Luna, la FL... Su piel y su ropa se están transformando en escamas brillantes por su poder de dragón. ¿Recuerdas a Sailor Moon? ¿Chicas mágicas? Ahora imagina si el atuendo mágico no fuera un lindo vestido, sino un dragón real! El dragón es el vestido... No es solo moda; es fusión. Las bestias de alto nivel tienden a dejar su marca, y Luna la lleva como una jefa, haciendo el movimiento de poder definitivo. _______ Usaremos el mismo Discord de mi primer libro, ¡ven a unirte! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Etiquetas tontas que parecen importar mucho a algunos lectores: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Posiblemente Harem (¡Voten! Puedo escribir cualquiera, y en cualquier caso, habrá varias chicas. La única diferencia es si él elige una al final o sigue la ruta “liberal”... ¡la democracia es suya!), No NTR.

She was cast aside by the world, but stitched herself a new one — thread by thread. When Nora White wakes up in the body of a disgraced heiress and discovers she’s four months pregnant, she wants nothing more than to disappear. Abandoned by her family, shamed by scandal, and pregnant with a stranger’s child, she leaves behind the ruthless city for the peace of a forgotten countryside. But fate isn’t finished with her.

AFTER MARRIAGE Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a contract. Sita is calm, reserved, and orderly — the kind of person who finds solace in silence. Vedehi is chaos wrapped in charm — loud, lively, and allergic to stillness. They have nothing in common… except heartbreak, family pressure, and a desperate need to escape. When both women land in England hoping to find love, all they find is disappointment — and each other. One impulsive proposal later, they're bound by a two-year contract marriage: no love, no drama, just a fake relationship to get their families off their backs. But fate has other plans. Sita is still searching for a woman from her past — someone who once held her heart. Vedehi, in helping her find that lost love, quietly falls for the very person she's supposed to be pretending with. Just when feelings start to blur and the contract begins to crumble, tragedy strikes. A sudden accident leaves Sita with no memory — not of the contract, not of the marriage, not even of Vedehi. Now Vedehi is left holding onto a love that only she remembers… And a wife who no longer knows her. Will Sita ever recall what they had? Will Vedehi’s love be enough to rebuild what fate tore apart? Or will their story remain a forgotten promise, lost between silence and memory? "After Marriage" is a breathtaking sapphic romance of opposites, survival, heartbreak, and healing. It’s about falling in love with someone who forgot you — and choosing them, even when they can't choose you back. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable love stories… Are the ones that begin after marriage. Dear Reader, “After Marriage” is more than just a love story — it’s a journey through silence, chaos, heartbreak, and healing. I promise you a story that will make you laugh when you least expect it and cry when you don’t want to. I promise you characters who are beautifully flawed, frustratingly human, and deeply real. I promise tension, misunderstandings, soft moments, and fierce ones — all stitched together with raw emotion and quiet hope. This isn’t a perfect romance. This is about two women who learn that love doesn’t always arrive the way we imagine — sometimes it comes late, sometimes through pain, and sometimes… disguised as a contract. But when it finally finds them, it stays. So, as you turn each page, I hope you feel every heartbeat, every fight, every smile, and every scar. And above all, I promise — by the end of this story, you’ll believe that real love… never truly forgets. With all my heart, — The Author

The skies over West Hill carried no warning the day she left the Harrisons' estate. Della fastened her gloves, unsure why she'd been summoned. A girl with a secret past, a heart stitched in grief, and a magic too old to name...she didn't belong anywhere. Then came the man with pale red eyes and a darker name. And nothing was safe again. Not even her heart. "A witch with secrets. A vampire with a past. A bond neither of them saw coming" Young witch Della was only a girl when her mother was murdered. Taken in by the Harrisons, she grew up with two things: a past cloaked in silence and a future she didn't choose. Now on a mission to uncover her mother's killer and protect a powerful family heirloom bound to her bloodline, Della is thrown into a world of secrets, shadows, and slow-burning danger. But when she crosses paths with Lord Lucas - a cold, unreadable noble with piercing eyes and darker intentions...her journey becomes more than a search for answers. It becomes a battle between heart and duty. He's hiding something. So is she. And in a world where magic is feared and love is power... nothing is ever what it seems.

Lyra Elryn wakes on a shattered moon with no memory of who she was—only haunting dreams, scattered names, and a voice that calls her by a different name: Saran the Red. Inside Veil Tower, a rehabilitation facility for Revenants—children rebuilt from broken lives—Lyra is told she’s safe. But the tower hums. The walls whisper. And memories that aren’t hers claw their way to the surface. Symbols appear beneath her hands. Blood appears without cause. What begins as a recovery becomes an unraveling. The more Lyra remembers, the more she questions: Was she a soldier? A ghost? Or something worse? In a world stitched together by memory and scar, Lyra must face the remnants of who she once was—before the person within her wakes for good.

In a fractured city where hunters wear armor stitched with magic and fight ruins, Yue runs an elite boutique for monsters and mercenaries alike. Her world is built on control until Ivonne returns. A towering, battle-scarred warrior from her past, masked. Demanding nothing but Yue’s craft and silence..But why is Ivonne suddenly acting all strange? And how does she have a thread laced with her power, but she didn't create it yet?

In the neon-drenched heart of modern Shanghai, **Qí Hǔ**—a former orphanage protector turned reclusive silk merchant—guards lethal secrets behind his shop’s dusty shelves. When the criminal syndicate **“Nightingale Loom”** resurfaces, leaving cobalt silk threads at grisly crime scenes, Qí Hǔ is dragged back into a war he thought he’d buried. Forced to reunite with his estranged found family—a tech billionaire, a ruthless fashion CEO, and a loyal detective—he must confront the ghosts of his violent past. Their mission ignites when **Liú Xīngchén (柳星辰)**, China’s most luminous actress, joins their ranks. Haunted by her friend’s disappearance at a Loom-connected gala, she trades red carpets for shadow ops, using her fame to infiltrate high-society hellscapes where silk masks bloodstained deals. As the **“Shadow Weavers”**, they transform Qí Hǔ’s shop into a clandestine fortress, weaving traps with threads of tech, tailoring, and tactical genius. But the Loom’s mastermind watches from the glittering darkness, ready to shred their new family apart. From haunted alleyways to vipers’ ballrooms, Qí Hǔ and Xīngchén walk a razor’s edge between vengeance and redemption—where every stitch in the shadows could save Shanghai... or unravel their souls.

What if your nightmares weren’t just dreams—but doorways? Ethan Valen was an ordinary student—until the night his sister vanished without a trace. No signs. No witnesses. Only one thing left behind: her cryptic sketches of impossible places, spirals, and creatures that defy logic. When Ethan awakens a strange power within himself—threads that twist thought into reality—he discovers the Dreamrift, a hidden world stitched into the seams of our own. A realm of forgotten memories, nightmare entities, and ancient secrets where reality and dreams bleed into one another. Haunted by guilt, hunted by twisted dreamspawn, and marked by a figure known only as Lucien, Ethan is forced to walk a spiraling path into deeper and more dangerous layers of the Rift. Guided by a broken mentor and a reluctant guardian, Ethan must master his evolving powers—constructs born of emotion, memory, and will—to survive the trials ahead. But the deeper he delves, the more he uncovers a devastating truth: his sister may still be alive, her soul bound to the very spiral threatening to devour all of existence. And the Dreamrift is watching.

In a shattered world stitched together by fragile maps and broken memory, only Cartographers can define reality. After the cataclysmic Inkfracture, the Earth fragmented into Shards—disconnected pieces of geography drifting through uncertainty, held together by ancient glyphs and living maps. To navigate, survive, or even exist, every village, forest, and soul must be anchored by Ink—sentient, powerful, and dangerously hungry. Elian Vale, an unbound Cartographer haunted by a past he no longer remembers, discovers his home is vanishing—not destroyed, but erased. When a forbidden glyph pulls him into an unmapped white void, Elian emerges with a horrifying truth: someone is initiating a Remapping, a process that can overwrite entire Shards… and rewrite reality itself. Now hunted by Ink Reapers, betrayed by false cartography, and armed only with a Codex that steals his memories in exchange for power, Elian must journey to the mysterious Spindle, where a mythic entity—the Cartographer of Ash—has awakened. But the deeper he delves, the more he questions what’s real, what’s rewritten, and whether maps were ever meant to guide… or to cage. > What would you sacrifice to redraw the world?

Synopsis In a world that moves too fast for hearts to speak, two souls—unknown to each other, yet somehow already familiar—cross paths in a moment that feels less like chance and more like the whisper of destiny. He is a quiet storm, a man of still waters and unfinished sentences, carrying the weight of memories that no longer belong to him. She is a flicker of light, a woman stitched together by poems and pauses, searching for something she cannot name. Neither is looking for the other, and yet, life folds time and space just enough to make them collide. Drawn together by the hush between heartbeats and the language of shared silence, their connection feels ancient—something that once was, and somehow, is again. In a world of missed trains and lost glances, their eyes find each other like constellations aligning across a night sky they've always belonged to. But was it fate that led them here… or the slow, sacred pull of souls remembering what the world has forgotten? This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about being found—in the echoes of past lives, in the poetry of presence, in the deep, unspoken knowing that some strangers are not strangers at all. Blurb “What happens when healing comes from silence, and love arrives when you’ve already given up on being seen?” Leila Zaman never expected freedom to feel so heavy—until Milan gave her space to breathe, and a stranger began to notice the parts of her even she had forgotten. A poetic, emotional journey through family scars, quiet strength, and a slow-burn love worth staying for. #FamilyDrama #SlowBurnRomance #SouthAsianVoices

Eons have passed since the prophesied godslayer met his demise. Yet, in a world reborn, whispers stir of his return, of a new man born from the remnants of an ancient prophecy. Kallen, destined to master the delicate balance between chaos and order, light and darkness, emerges to defy the very fabric of fate. Existence is a tapestry, one whole, connected, and indivisible. It is woven by the fabric of fate, spun with the strings of karma, and stitched with the threads of causality. Yet, within this unity lies individuality, and this individuality is the essence of existence. The manifestation of essence is Will. But what is a sparked Will against one akin to a raging inferno? What is a child before a mammoth? The conviction of a mortal before the boundless Will of cosmic beings? The answer is defiance!. A defiant Will, is what Kallen needs to liberate himself from the suppression every mortal endures from apex lifeforms. To live his life free, unhinged and on his own terms. But it takes a bit of crazy to be brave, and Insanity to be defiant. This is the story of a mortal breaking limits to achieve Apexification, to walk with his head held high and free in every corner of the universe. It is the irony of a slave who holds the reins, even as their chains bite deep. It is the cry of a heart bound in servitude, yet refusing to surrender its essence.

Three weeks after his best friend vanishes without a trace, Yosu discovers a strange new chapter in his friend's web novel-a chapter that was never scheduled, never written, and titled only: "The Story Begins When I Disappear." He clicks it. And everything ends. Dragged through a reality-shattering void into a world soaked in soot, rot, and silence, Yosu wakes up in the body of a stranger in a city choked by decay and secrets. No memory of how he got there. No answers. Just a brother performing rituals in the dark with a living book and a knife meant for something not human. As Yosu unravels the truth behind his transmigration, he finds himself hunted by ancient wills, surrounded by forgotten gods, and stitched into a narrative that may never have been fiction. Because the story didn't start with his friend's disappearance. It started with Yosu's.

In a world where powers are born from trauma, intense desires and emotions and marked upon the flesh, those who bear Soulmarks are called Bloomers — and they are cursed. Feared, hunted, and imprisoned, Bloomers are deemed dangerous not because of what they can do… but because of what they had to endure to awaken it. Roan, a 14-year-old boy locked inside the cold walls of the Soulmark Containment Division (SCD), is one such soul. Subjected to inhumane experiments and tortured in the name of science, he possesses a rare and terrifying Bloom known as Undying Will — a regenerative power that anchors his soul to his body, making death itself a fleeting concept. But his gift is no miracle. It is agony, stitched together by pain, fueled by the instinct to survive.

Dr. Max Hamilton is a world-renowned forensic pathologist — razor-sharp, methodical, and unflinching in the face of death. In courtrooms and crime scenes alike, he’s a legend for his uncanny ability to mimic a killer’s thought process and reconstruct the final moments of a victim’s life. But while Max gives voice to the dead, his own life is stitched together with precision — hiding a past he cannot afford to exhume. Beneath his cold brilliance lies a secret buried deep, a trauma he’s dissected from memory but never escaped. When a string of murders mirrors techniques only Max would recognize — patterns never made public — suspicion starts to whisper in corners he can’t control. As the cases creep closer to his guarded history, Max is forced into a dangerous autopsy of his own silence. And this time, the dead aren't the only ones being exposed.

What happens when you try to quit life— and the universe sends you to the Mahabharata instead? Meher Shekhawat wanted one thing: an end. No more waiting, no more crying into cracked phone screens, no more scrolling through life like an unfinished chat. But life (or something like it) had other ideas. Now, thanks to a karmic glitch, Meher wakes up in a world stitched out of epic wars, ancient grudges, blindfolded queens, and a whole lot of dharma she never signed up for. Oh, and there’s a system. Because apparently, you don’t just get to leave your life behind—you have to fix someone else's first. Mahabharata isn’t a story anymore. It’s her questline. Her tasks? Unravel old wounds. Stop unnecessary wars. Figure out who the hell she is when she’s not trying to disappear. And maybe—just maybe—find out if mercy is something you can give yourself

She was a rising star, a modern-day dancer trained in the finest traditions of Han-Tang elegance. Just one step away from her dream stage, a fatal accident shattered everything. When she awoke… she wasn’t herself. Thrown into the ancient world of the Great Xia Dynasty, she wakes in the body of Hongyi—a gifted dancer turned household maid, stripped of dignity and cast aside in a nobleman's mansion. Once trained to captivate audiences, now she's ordered to sweep floors and stitch clothes. But Hongyi is no ordinary servant. With every graceful move of her red silk sleeves, she fights to reclaim not just her passion, but her place in a world that wasn’t meant for her. When whispers of war grow louder and the elusive, cold-eyed Lord Xie Linchuan takes notice of her secret dances in the moonlight… her quiet rebellion becomes a dangerous game of fate. Will he crush her spirit—or be the fire that rekindles her dreams?

The world is stitched together by ancient, living forces - luminescent strands known as Threads. Invisible to most, these ethereal filaments bind memory, power, time, and soul. Only a rare few, known as Threadbearers, can perceive and wield them. But the Threads do not merely grant power - they remember, they whisper, and sometimes... they choose. Cael Solari is a drifting orphan raised among the forgotten, scraping survival from a dying land. But when he touches a silver thread in the heart of the Wastes, he is awakened - not only to the power woven through the world, but to the burden that comes with it. Now marked by something older than gods, Cael begins a journey to understand the Threads, and the fragments of history they carry in every strand. But he is not alone. Alaryn Vei - an enigmatic girl who commands flame like music - walks the same path, not as a companion, but as a rival. Her power burns brighter than Cael's, her purpose clearer. And as their threads tangle again and again across the ruinous continent, it becomes clear that one of them will forge the future - and the other may have to fall. As Cael travels through the fractured remnants of fallen kingdoms, he uncovers lost civilizations, meets other Threadbearers - each twisted by their own understanding of power - and slowly learns that the Threads are not tools, but witnesses of something far greater. Something returning. Thread by thread, Cael pieces together the truth behind the Threadfall war, the Forge-born, and the coming unraveling of reality itself. With 100 unique characters - each bearing their own mindset, history, and connection to the Threads - this is not just a tale of magic and might. It's the chronicle of a world fighting to remember what it was... and one boy trying not to lose himself in what it's becoming. In the end, Cael must answer a single, shattering question: Do the Threads serve those who wield them... or do they simply bind the strongest until they break?

--Some mirrors don’t reflect you. They remember you.-- When museum intern Clara Sommers is assigned to catalog a 16th-century relic known as the Bathory Mirror, she expects folklore—not a mirror that refuses to show her reflection. Thirteen years after first encountering it as a child, the mirror doesn't just stare back—it opens. Inside lies the Mirror Aeon, a realm stitched together by memory and myth, haunted by seven versions of Clara splintered across time. To escape, she must find and reclaim each piece of herself. But some versions don’t want to be saved. And one of them might not be her.

Ah, Noxvara… a paradise plucked from the fever-dream of a dying girl, stitched together with golden threads and perfumed lies. You see, this island is no blessing. It is the last, desperate wish of a young girl who refused to die in sorrow— so she gave birth to a world where pain was banished, and reality itself became her plaything. And what a world she made! Beauty so cloying it stifles, gardens so sweet they rot on the tongue, a sky painted gold to blind the eye and silence the soul. Its people—ha!—glorious, laughing puppets, all hollow smiles and empty hearts, more concerned with their own little dreams than the truth festering beneath their feet. They worship joy, they shun pain, and in doing so, they have become monsters. There is nothing so grotesque as a happiness built atop oblivion. Over them all reigns Noxvara, the “Origin,” herself, a ruler who smothers sorrow with kisses and sews wounds shut with silk. She is both jailer and beloved, the mother who would rather see her children die in bliss than ever taste the poison of truth. But even illusions decay. Into this sugar-laced hell arrives a “Savior”—a lamb bred from hope, sent by Noxvara herself to preserve the dream from the creeping rot. Ah, but what is she truly saving? A world that devours its own memories, a people who would rather forget than awaken? Beneath every song lies silence. Behind every smile, a shadow. The greatest curse of Noxvara is not that it is dying, but that it deserves to die. So… will you save this paradise, little Savior? Or will you do the merciful thing, and tear it apart at the seams?

Stories are supposed to obey rules. Seyra Ugochi broke them the moment she remembered her real name. Born inside a reality stitched by the Spiral Loom—a device that writes existence through belief—Seyra awakens to a terrifying truth: she was never meant to know she was fictional. Now hunted by forces that maintain narrative stability, she must navigate collapsing plotlines, forgotten realms, and sentient stories that refuse to stay dead. Alongside Inkari, a Loomwright sworn to balance chaos, and Kael, a betrayer bound to an unsent letter with teeth, Seyra journeys through a world where attention is survival, and memory is the sharpest weapon. But when the Loom begins dreaming of Laien—the woman erased by betrayal and silence—Seyra must decide: Will the past be rewritten? Or will the unwritten become real? What if a story remembered itself?

in a world stitched from madness, a nameless boy awakens in a realm shaped by the minds of the broken. cursed as the embodiment of pride, he is weak—fragile even—dragged into a game of survival with six others born from the deadly sins. there is no prophecy, no chosen one, no glory—only pain. the more his mind breaks, the more power he unlocks. every crack in his sanity births a new strength. but with each step toward power, he forgets what it means to be human. how far can someone fall... before they can never come back?

Some truths kill. Others recruit you. In Greymark—a city stitched together by secrets and surveillance—three students stumble onto a murder case too clean to be real. Max, Grace, and Ben weren’t meant to become investigators. But when their instincts outpace the authorities, and their findings unravel the edges of a deeper conspiracy, they’re offered something unthinkable: a place within the system they once questioned. Now officially tied to Greymark’s investigation division, they chase unsolved cases, digital ghosts, and masked motives in a world where justice is tangled in power—and sometimes, in things not entirely human. With every file cracked and every secret exposed, the city changes them. And someone in the shadows is watching... waiting... shaping them for something more. Because beneath the logic, the evidence, and the lies—something is stirring. And it's chosen them.

They call it the Loom — a hidden weave that stitches power into fools reckless enough to bind it. Sparks of metal, flowers, stone, secrets. Enough to make a gutter rat a ruler — or stitch their corpse right back into the dirt. Kael Merin’s never been reckless. He trades ruin scrap for Shards, sleeps with one eye open so nobody cuts his throat for his last Token. Not a hero. Not chosen. Just hungry enough to crawl into holes the Orders don’t guard — the ones they warn you to leave shut. Some swear the Loom is alive. Some say a Numen — the Weaver — still dreams at its heart, half-god, half-lie, waiting for a fool to wake it up and finish what it started. Kael finds a Spark he shouldn’t. Steals it. Survives it — somehow. Now his Threadrealm hums with secrets that shouldn’t whisper, and every ruin is deeper, darker, hungrier. The vaults cough up riddles and half-dead things that remember too much. There’s no prophecy. No blessing. No mentor with answers. Just a desperate boy, a stolen Spark, and a rumor that maybe the Weaver didn’t vanish — maybe it hid inside him. The gutter wants him gutted. The Orders want him chained and bled dry. And the Loom? The Loom wants him to weave — or die screaming.