Bts Inner Child

The Apocalypse is in full swing. Defiled - powerful creatures corrupted by the Great Collision - prowled the lands in search of prey. Unfortunately for them, the human race had long since retreated behind the secure walls of the Sanctuary of Everlast. During one of his regular excursions outside the Sanctuary, Alden is separated from Celeste. - his childhood friend and crush. In that moment, he came to regret never summoning the courage to confess. Somehow managing to survive thanks to some trickery, Alden awakens as a mage. Instead of receiving a normal power, he gains the ability to decay. What's more, during his ascension, he received a vision from his future self advising him not to trust the Asterons - celestial beings who had saved his race from inescapable doom. Normally... such a revelation wouldn’t faze Alden. However, there was only one major problem with the declaration, though. Celeste was bound with an Asteron. And not just any normal Asteron... She had made a pact with a Divine Sovereign. ________ Cover is not mine. I found the image on Pinterest. Link to discord server: https://discord.gg/VPEtsc4c

The Inner Canvas: Reincarnated Redemption At twenty-five, Kael’s life is defined by disappointment and missed chances. Everything changes when a mysterious alien encounter pulls him into the void, erasing him from his world. Millennia later, a cosmic clash shatters his prison, and Kael’s soul is hurled back into his eight-year-old self—now carrying memories of a strange, limitless visualization space within his mind. In this inner realm, Kael discovers the power to alter reality, simulate futures, and heal his mind. Determined to seize this second chance, he sets out to rebuild his life using his extraordinary mental abilities. As he trains, Kael unlocks new talents left by the alien’s essence: energy manipulation, heightened perception, and control over space and time. But Kael’s awakening draws the attention of otherworldly beings, rogue aliens, and hidden organizations. To protect those he cares about, he must confront his old failures, mend emotional scars, and unravel the secrets of a world teeming with supernatural races—shape-shifters, spirit-callers, arcane sects, and advanced AI. As Kael navigates the tangled paths of physical mastery, energy arts, and mental awakening, he faces challenges that blur the line between reality and imagination. Every step forward brings new dangers—and new possibilities. Redemption, mastery, and the truth behind his powers lie at the heart of a journey where the mind is the ultimate battlefield. Redemption is a story of self-discovery, mental evolution, and the relentless pursuit of a destiny rewritten. Step into a world where the imagination shapes reality, and the quest for inner mastery is both a battle and a blessing

Elior has spent his whole life in a quiet orphanage, in a town that never changes. But something inside him has always felt off - like a part of him didn’t quite belong. When strange dreams begin and the seal on his hidden power breaks, his world starts to unravel. Whispers of a prophecy begin to surface - one that speaks of a boy tied to something dark, something forgotten. And as magic returns to his life, so do the questions about who he is… and what he might become.

When an ordinary man dies, he wakes up in a foreign world full of intrigue and danger. Strangely, he finds himself in the body of a 14-year old boy an emperor, being crowned to rule one of the mightiest empires in history. As whispers of rebellion, betrayal, and war echo through the imperial court, he must navigate his new life while hiding his otherworldly knowledge. Caught in the political machinations of scheming nobles and ambitious generals, he soon realizes that being an emperor isn’t just about power, it’s about survival. Can a soul from another world rise to the challenge and form the greatest empire to ever exist?

"You do not see the world i see." A lone figure whispered while wandering through the four corners of the world. Xu An, born in a land of ruin, where mortals and immortals are forced to share the same deep-blue skies, sets out on a journey to find his inner peace. Be it Old Devils, Ancient Saints or even Immemorial Beasts, all were but mere stones in a long and rugged path underneath his feet. Thus, under the moon's silvery shimmer, in an early winter night, a demon is born in a land of no respite. *** Hello everyone, thank you for paying a visit to this humble one's abode. I would like to say that im not a native english speaker, so sometimes there might be a few grammatical errors here and there. In case you notice some of them, please feel free to point them out. I will also be answering any questions that you might have, so long as they do not contain any thirst for spoilers! Hehe. I plan on releasing a few chapters a week, but for now, nothing is set in stone. Also, if possible, leave a review behind, it would not only help me but also other possible future readers!~

Her mom has taken ill, and with no help available, she decides to take matters into her own hands, however, just as she is about to call the ambulance, someone knocks on the door, someone who knows her mother.

Jayden Omari has spent his entire life in the shadows—of poverty, of rejection, of a name he never knew was his. As the poorest student at an elite private school, he’s mocked by classmates, abandoned by the girl he loved, and dismissed as just another nobody from the slums of Nairobi. But fate has a secret. When a mysterious letter leads him to a mansion in the heart of Karen, Jayden discovers a shocking truth: he is the only son of Richard Lexington, one of Africa’s wealthiest and most feared billionaires. Overnight, his world flips. Money, power, and legacy are suddenly within reach. But Jayden doesn’t want the spotlight. He doesn’t want to lose the few friends who loved him before the fame. So he creates a second identity—secretly using his wealth to help others, all while pretending to be the same broke boy from Kibera. As his former girlfriend tries to return and old enemies emerge from the shadows, Jayden must navigate a double life of lies, love, and loyalty. How long can he hide the truth? And when the masks fall… will he lose everything? The Billionaire’s Child is a gripping, emotional journey of heartbreak, power, revenge, and redemption—a modern coming-of-age story set in the heart of Nairobi, where wealth can build empires, but only truth can build a life.

Citniyl is the smartest girl in her school, shes at the top of her class in every subject and she can speak a total of 72 languages, join in on her life as being the smartest person in school, A Child Prodigy.

In a small province form Mountain Province called Bangaan. Something is happening, something that is not right. Benjo was weak and pale, full of anger while his opponent Clyde is making fun of him. Benjo was about to deliver a heavy blow at Clyde when suddenly, his arm emmit yellow fiery blazing aura, startling the audience including Clyde and him. A head of a lion formed on his fist, roaring. It made contact with Clyde's face. It made a loud bang sound like a gunshot, echoing throughout the battalion ground. Clyde was knocked out. Benjo was also shocked to what just happened but he fall to the ground because of his tiredness. The people have never seen like it. They called it a day and went home, still wandering about the shocking phenomenon. Mateo went to sleep. But in a random time in the night, he started to feel uncomfortable pain all around his body. He raised his arm, lizard scales around his arm, his pinky and pointy fingers have claws like a lizard. He taught it was just a dream, he fought the pain and tried to sleep it in. He doesn't know whoever was in that fight, also experienced it the same as his. The next day, all of them are experiencing headache, lower resistance making them easily get sick, and body pain. The next day, they got better as if it was nothing happened yesterday and went to attend school. Another fight is about to happen in the afternoon. Our main character Mateo, who was filled with curiosity because of what happened during the fight between Benjo and Clyde attend to watch the fight.

Two brothers. One destiny. A world that won’t survive them both. Born under a fractured moon, twin brothers Aelric and Kaien were destined to change the world—or destroy it. Aelric, the child of light, was raised to become the savior of the realm—blessed by the Celestials and trained to wield the sword of divine judgment. Kaien, his twin, was cast aside… branded the Child of Ruin before he could even speak. Raised in the shadows by exiled warriors and ancient curses, his soul festers with the power of something long forgotten—something the gods once feared. But fate is never that simple. As kingdoms crumble and forbidden powers awaken, the twins are pulled into a war they didn’t start—but were born to end. And when blood is shed between brothers, will the light truly save the world… or will the darkness rewrite its fate?

"3, 2, 1… FIGHT!" the referee shouted. Both of the fighters threw punches at each other, and the crowd cheered. Benjo got hit, Chad got punched, and they just kept striking each other. In the video's of their previous fights they made me watch, they just wrestled and pinned each other, and it was boring. Chad got knocked to the ground and got up once more, then Benjo did the same. Mark and I watched in silence, closely. A lot of minutes later, both of the fighters ran out of breath and just stood meters away from each other, each taking a moment to catch their breath. Both of them really gave their all in the fight, they really showed how much they hate each other. The crowd grew silent, and I looked at Mark, "Damn, that was badass!" "Yeah, I agre-" "WHAT IS THAT!" someone shouted while Mark was talking. I look at the fighters, something glowing caught my eye. Their forearm to their fist, is glowing, glowing and blazing with yellow aura, yellow particles are coming out of the aura like a kindling fire. The crowd are in amazement, and I take a closer look. I saw a lion beside each of the fighters. Two lions, one lion beside Chad, and one lion beside Benjo. Both of the lion are growling at each other. Wait, a lion? When did it get there? There shouldn't be supposed to be lions around here.

"The Last Child in an Ageless World" Solara is the last child born in a world that forgot how to create life. Humanity achieved immortality—but at the cost of its future. Children became myths... until her. Stolen as an infant and raised on the fringes of a glittering, ageless society, Solara's body defies time while her parents vanish into the system's shadows. Across the fractured solar system, whispers of rebellion stir. As Solara is drawn into a conflict older than she understands, she must discover what it means to belong in a world that forgot how to begin again. A cinematic sci-fi novella about legacy and the price of perfection. Solara's existence is an error the system cannot erase.

I will erase you. Not for the world. But for me... So I don’t have to remember— The thing I chose to raise. O Great Emperor... May your name be forgotten forever. ---- Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is the rewritten version of my very first novel. I've taken everything I’ve learned so far to refine the story, deepen the characters, and elevate the worldbuilding. Thank you for joining me on this journey—I hope you enjoy the new and improved ride.

When Nischal, an ordinary boy from a chaotic household, is struck by tragedy, his soul is swept into the afterrealm—where the dead are judged, sorted, and offered a single chance at rebirth through the Divine Trial of Ascension. But fate, as always, mocks him. While others are granted powerful blessings to control flame, lightning, or space, Nischal is given nothing more than a Tier 0 ability: > Cosmic Learner — the power to learn from the souls of the fallen, once a month. Mocked by the Yama Dutas and pitied by the Grim Reaper himself, Nischal’s path seems cursed. He cannot even return to life until he completes his first divine learning. His first teacher? A forgotten mind from 130 years ago—Nikola Tesla, the last spark of a world that never understood him. As Nischal dives into memories of the dead, he uncovers a forgotten order of divine abilities, a secret war among the gods, and a power locked within creation itself—not of destruction, but of becoming.

-- IMPORTANT NOTE!! As of April 2025, the author has given her (yes, she's a woman) life to God. She renounces any expressions documented in this novel. All humans are children of God, and although some may be gifted, it makes them no less or more important than another. Matthew 6:33 (KJV) But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Only God knows the future. Read the Bible. Pray. The end of times are here. -- The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr

Project to Monster — Where children are turned into killers. PTM is not a school. It’s not a training camp. It’s a secret military project that kidnaps orphans and street kids… then crushes their humanity. No mercy. No second chances. Forced to fight. Tortured. Burned. Only the strongest survive. The rest? Forgotten bodies rotting in silence. But one child refuses to break. Alexander Viero — six years old, emotionless, deadly. He kills without hesitation. He survives without fear. But in a place like PTM, survival is never enough. Behind every trial… there’s manipulation. Behind every ally… there’s betrayal. And behind Alexander’s cold eyes… lies something even the monsters fear. Because in PTM… it’s not about who lives. It’s about who dominates.

I am Human In a race spanning billions, he was nothing In a space spanning hundreds, he was nothing In a room spanning a few, he was nothing Thats what he made himself to be Untill one day his body vanished into nothingness In a world of unknown, a world where he is nothing What would a human like him do?

Born in chains. Bound by wrath. Crowned by pride. Terra is a world torn by blood and ruled by power—fifteen times the size of Earth, its lands are carved into colossal continents. Each is dominated by a different race: elves in their emerald sanctuaries, vampires cloaked in moonlight, giants whose steps shatter valleys, and dwarves digging into secrets they were never meant to find. Nine seas divide the land. Seven moons watch from above. And a cursed, blue-burning sun blinds those who dare stare too long. Beneath them all—beneath the world itself—lies a race forgotten by history but forged from divine blood: **The Beastborn.** Once revered. Now shackled. **Azreal Morningstar** is one of them. A slave. A beast. A man who refuses to kneel. He does not seek peace. He doesn’t crave justice. He wants *freedom*—not granted, but taken. Not as a gift, but as vengeance. And when the lost throne of Solomon stirs once more, Azreal won’t chase prophecy. He’ll ignite rebellion. **This isn’t the tale of a hero.** It’s the rise of a warborn king— One forged in chains, rising to burn the ones that bound him. Note:This is a remake of my earlier published work, rewritten from the ground up for the Webnovel Spirity Awards. All content has been revised and expanded by me, the original author. Disclaimer:The cover art is not mine. All credit goes to the original artist. If requested, I will take it down immediately.

Kimtaru is the daughter of Demon Lord Muzan and a human woman. Her mother died in a carriage accident when Kimtaru was still very young. Muzan loved Kimtaru dearly, but mistakenly believed she had died with her mother. As a result, he had no idea that his daughter had survived. Born with 80% demon blood, Kimtaru was rescued by the Demon Slayer Corps as a child. They raised and trained her like an ordinary human girl. To hide her true nature, Kimtaru drank powder daily to suppress her demon instincts – even though it caused her intense pain and made her faint repeatedly. Growing up right in the heart of her father’s enemies, Kimtaru still chose to protect humans. She lived with kindness, fought with resolve, and eventually rose to become a Hashira – specifically, the Fragrance Pillar, known for her gentle, elegant style that masked deadly strength. Since childhood, Kimtaru had quietly watched over her younger sister, Kimho, who was much weaker and carried only 30% demon blood. Though she never spoke of it, Kimtaru always protected Kimho from judgmental eyes within the Corps – silently, but fiercely.

A horror story that I created as I got inspired by a tragic kidn*pping and murd*r

Luna who doesn't have any interest in anything about kpop....her friend mochi invited and bought her a ticket to a BTS concert...even though she doesn't want to go she still attend because she's just the only friend mochi has...but a problem came in and Luna heard a conversation accidentally which is the conversation that's so important...

They called him a villain before he even took his first breath. Born into a world ruled by divine sects and righteous hypocrisy, Shen Mo was destined to be the Demon Lord—the cursed son of calamity, bearer of an inner demon powerful enough to break fate itself. But unlike others, Shen Mo didn’t fear the voice in his head. He listened to it. He befriended it. Now, the world wants to "purify" him. But Shen Mo has no interest in becoming a hero, nor does he crave the destruction they fear. He only wants freedom—for himself, and for the demon they say must be sealed. In a realm where cultivation means killing your weakness and enlightenment demands abandoning your heart, Shen Mo will walk a darker path: one forged by pain, fueled by rage, and bound by a love the heavens would burn to erase. Let the righteous tremble— For the Inner Demon is no longer hiding. He is the main hero of this tale.

She awoke alone, with no name, no past, and no memories — only the crumbling world around her and her hands carrying the strange power to bring salvation. The people feared the rain that cursed the land and turned the living into hollow monsters. Yet somehow, very few could cleanse it — they could save them when no one else could. They were the White Saints. And the most powerful in decades had just awoken.

In a savage, ancient forest where shadows bite and mercy is a myth, a child is born from nowhere—four-armed, one-eyed, with a glowing glyph etched on its back. This brutal wilderness, alive with predators like the crimson-furred Olf and venomous Spiteacks, offers no warmth, only hunger and fear. Guided by instinct and nourished by strange rains, the child claws for survival, their jade-green eye tracing spiral carvings that whisper secrets older than the trees. Each step is a battle—against gnawing starvation, tearing thorns, and beasts that smell weakness. As the child’s defiance grows, so does their strangeness, fangs sprouting, rage kindling, yet the forest watches, unyielding, ready to devour anything that dares to burn too bright