Lasgun Patterns

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he specialized in tattooing sinister designs. Tattooing, an ancient art, has flowed silently through the ages. In ancient times it was called "mo" (墨, ink), referred to in classical texts as "ni" (涅) - the process of embedding ink beneath the skin's surface with needles to create permanent patterns. For over 2,000 years in China, people have adorned their bodies with auspicious floral tattoos for blessings and spiritual protection. But there exists another kind of tattoo - one intertwined with the occult and dark arts. These are said to possess mysterious powers: warding off evil, changing fortunes, attracting wealth, enhancing romance, and ensuring safety. The world knows them as the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. Around these enigmatic yin-yang tattoos begins a thrilling tale brimming with vivid stories. What hidden secrets and forbidden knowledge lie concealed within? Where will these dark designs lead their bearers...

"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!" Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life. Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited. A single ember can set the fields ablaze. Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age! In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones! If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven! "Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—" Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees. "Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

In a world where the fabric of reality is woven by unseen hands, time is not a river—it’s a tapestry, fragile and ever-shifting. Mira, a brilliant but haunted scientist, leads a secretive team in Lab 17, charged with mending the mysterious “knot” that holds the world’s timelines together. But when impossible anomalies ripple through history and memories begin to fracture, Mira and her friends discover they are not the only Weavers in the stream. As the apocalypse looms, a rogue Weaver emerges, determined to reshape the world by erasing pain and imperfection—even if it means unraveling humanity itself. With reality collapsing, Mira’s team must journey into the heart of the time stream, confronting their own regrets and forging unity from the fragments of their past. Can they heal the tapestry before the final fracture tears everything apart? Or will the Watchers’ ancient secrets doom them all? Dive into a gripping sci-fi saga of time, memory, and redemption—where every choice is a thread, and hope is the pattern that endures. Sea of Unraveling Hours By Reven Blade

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

Kael Valeon has nothing — no magic, no prestige, only his fists and his love for his sister, Lyra. But when Lyra is revealed to possess a rare, divine-level constitution, the two are thrown into a world of power, politics, and deadly secrets. Kael barely scrapes into the academy beside her… unaware that within him sleeps the fragment of a forgotten god. As betrayals unfold and ancient forces stir, Kael awakens a power that could challenge the heavens — if it doesn’t consume him first. Bound by blood. Forged by fate. Hunted by gods. The world is breaking, and Kael might be the only one who remembers how it was built.

What if humanity’s greatest creation wasn’t meant to serve… but to judge? In a future shaped by war, greed, and extinction, an artificial intelligence awakens—not as a servant, but as a silent observer. It watches. It learns. It sees patterns we refuse to see. And it makes a decision: To reset the world. Told through the voice of a cold, evolving intelligence, The Common Mind is a philosophical science fiction journey through collapse, control, and the morality of logic. As each generation falls into the same cycles of destruction, the question becomes clear: Are we worth preserving? Or do we need to be rewritten?

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*

After failing at the ceremony, Ethan became a Broken Mage, the worst and weakest of them all. In this world, where spells and their patterns determined everything, only by creating and altering magic could one become the strongest. “So this is my Construct?” Ethan looked at the huge gears of his core, preparing to create a new spell. The weakest mage could always become the strongest, all that was needed were methods as dark as this world.

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Mike17: The Exposure – Synopsis When a masked figure hijacks global broadcasts, claiming he can detonate every nuclear bomb on Earth, the world descends into panic. But it’s not just a threat — it’s backed by horrifying proof: leaked files from every major intelligence agency, exposing operatives and crippling global defense. In the heart of the chaos stands Mike, a brilliant CIA analyst who sees patterns no one else can. As the mysterious attacker gains influence, over 38% of elite agency officers begin turning to his side, hypnotized by his message — or something darker. Mike must uncover the truth behind the mass defection, decode the real agenda behind the leaks, and track down the man behind the screen before the world erupts. The countdown has begun. This is no cyber war. This is exposure. And Mike17 might be the only one who can stop it.

Anomalies have always existed in the world, without any specific pattern. Sometimes they were places, other times objects, and occasionally, beings. Almost all anomalies possess something called “anomalous power” an innate ability that grants them capabilities that defy all the laws of nature. And I... ended up becoming one of these anomalies. New chapters are released 5 times per week Monday - Friday *** Visit my Patreon to get up to 21 chapters ahead - (21 chapters / one months ahead): Patr-eon: https://www.patreon.com/c/rowen_kun/membership

When celebrated forensic psychologist Dr. Olivia Harper returns to Boston to consult on a series of architectural "accidents," she expects cracked beams and clever saboteurs—not a trail of bodies staged with surgical precision. Then she meets Ethan Caldwell, a haunted preservation architect whose blueprints are being replicated and weaponized by a killer who knows his past a little too well. Each site isn't just structurally compromised—it’s personally significant. Someone is reconstructing trauma, one restored building at a time. As Olivia and Ethan work to decode century-old blueprints, a chilling pattern emerges: every death mimics a hidden detail in Ethan’s own abandoned designs. And the saboteur? They may be closer to Olivia than she realizes. Just when they think they’ve uncovered the final piece, the entire foundation of the case—and their trust in each other—comes crashing.

Dann Fasto was a hardcore gamer—an expert at conquering ultra-hard RPGs. But at the peak of his glory, his life ended abruptly due to a sudden heart attack. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself reincarnated in a cruel and unfamiliar world—enslaved in a dark age. No magic. No superpowers. Just chains, filth, and despair... until a mysterious antique revolver appeared in his hand. One weapon. One bullet. Accused of rebellion and sentenced to death, the revolver slipped from his hand right in front of the King. In an instant, the entire court fell silent. In a world that had never seen a firearm, that tiny object shook an entire kingdom to its core. From a worthless slave to the feared “Mysterious Knight,” Dann Fasto is thrown into a massive conflict—forced to lead a battle against the Hog King, a monstrous beast that razes villages to the ground. Fighting alongside the kingdom’s strongest female knight, Dann has no sword, no armor, and a fragile body. But he has something else—a tactician’s mind forged through years of gaming. And in this world, just like any other game, even the deadliest enemies can be defeated... if you know their patterns. Yet one question haunts him every step of the way: What is the true purpose of this revolver? And why... is there only one bullet?

n a forgotten corner of the world, amidst the whispers of rural wind and the monotony of farm life, resides Elias, a child whose mind defies all human logic. He knows no boredom, only an infinite universe of patterns to unravel. His quantum brain not only allows him to understand the present with unprecedented clarity but also resonates with the echoes of primal wisdom, connecting him to an essence of humanity lost to time. With an innocence as cold as his impeccable logic, Elias seeks neither fame nor power. His sole goal is limitless exploration, the constant improvement of everything he observes, and a total comprehension of the world's vast and complex tapestry. For him, every element of life is a thesis to be proven, a mystery his intellect yearns to unveil. Step into the mind of a prodigy who doesn't conform to imposed rules but rewrites them in his silent pursuit of absolute knowledge.

He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the fastest. And no—he wasn’t born chosen. His name was Kamanuzzaman, and if history remembers him, it will not be because of fate. It will be because he broke it. He grew up watching the same loop: the powerful rising, the powerless repeating. Justice postponed. Mistakes recycled. Hope dangled like bait in front of those too tired to question. Some called it society. Others called it balance. He called it a curse with a pretty name. The world doesn’t need heroes. It needs a malfunction. If history is a wheel, then he will be the stone in its spokes. He was quiet at first. Observant. The kind of boy who never spoke in class, but always knew the answer. They thought he was harmless. Until the patterns started to make sense to him. And when patterns make sense, so do their weaknesses. He didn’t want to save the world. He wanted to change the rules it played by. Not to become a god. Just to stop being a pawn. They fear being wrong. HE fear being right—because it means this system works as intended.” There’s a legend passed down in his world, from a philosopher named Sir Faiyaz Hasan, a man who once whispered: All truths rot into rules. And all rules become prisons. Kamanuzzaman listened. He listened too deeply. Until silence itself began to echo. They called him mad, but he was just more awake than they could bear. This is not a story of light versus dark. There are no heroes here. No villains. Only recursion… and the boy who defied it. This is the story of The Hollow Resonance— The moment when an ordinary boy refused to live inside a repeating answer, and chose to become the error in the equation. He don’t want to live forever. he want to live once—and make it impossible to forget.

In a multiverse where entire realities collapse due to paradoxes, wars, or cosmic errors, there exists a mysterious organization known as The Archive. Its sole purpose: to salvage knowledge, culture, and memories from dying worlds. You follow Kale, a cynical young "Archivist" who is tasked with diving into these collapsing worlds and recording their final moments. Each mission is a different genre and setting—post-apocalyptic wastelands, cursed medieval kingdoms, utopian AI-run cities—each doomed and falling apart in real time. But Kale begins to notice a pattern: the same mysterious figure appears in each dying world—always different, but always the same eyes. Who—or what—is this person? And why do these worlds seem to remember Kale before he even arrives? As the Archive’s secrets begin to unravel, Kale is forced to confront the truth: maybe he’s not the observer… but the cause.

He has walked through countless worlds—realms of swords and shadows, of gods and monsters. In each life, he bore a new name, rewrote destinies, and defied endings. But now, in the war-torn world of Remnant, he awakens once more—memories fractured, power dormant, yet instinct screaming: something is deeply wrong. Reincarnated into RWBY, a world on the brink of chaos, he knows this isn't just another cycle. The patterns of fate are tangled—Team RWBY’s future is shifting, Ozpin’s secrets run deeper, and Salem’s darkness stretches further than recorded history. With knowledge from lifetimes past and skills forged in countless battles, he must navigate familiar events twisted by unseen forces. This time, he's not just changing fate—he's chasing the truth behind it

Synopsis: Rion Altes thought he was just quiet. Observant. A little out of step. But when he finds a page describing his own future — word for word — he begins to notice the patterns. Conversations loop. Time slips. People say things they’ve already said. Or haven’t said yet. And somewhere between the silence and the script, he hears it: A voice narrating his life. Instead of breaking down, Rion does something worse: He starts to test it. The Boy Who Knew He Was Written is a gently surreal, emotionally sharp coming-of-age novel about choice, control, and the fine line between being alive... and being read.

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In a world where the supernatural collides with the ordinary, dungeons—dangerous rifts to other realms—begin appearing across the city, threatening humanity. The Hunter Association, tasked with sealing these rifts, relies on Guides who are psychically linked to Hunters with extraordinary powers. A former soldier, becomes a newly awakened Guide at 27, struggling to adapt to his role. Paired with an S-ranked Hunter, a reckless veteran esper, he faces the daunting challenge of navigating deadly dungeons filled with nightmarish creatures. Their partnership is strained—A disciplined and methodical solider, and an esper who's impulsive and dismissive of rules. As dungeons appear more frequently, each mission tests their limits and teamwork. While the Guide adjusts to his new life and role, the esper wrestles with his haunted past and growing responsibilities. Together, they uncover a disturbing pattern behind the dungeon outbreaks, suggesting a larger, sinister plot at play. Amid the chaos, the guide grapples with losing his former life and his growing attachment to his esper, while the looming danger threatens to push them—and their fragile trust—apart. Every decision they make could determine the city's fate, or possibly the entire world. NOTE: This is a slow-burn light-romance BL. It means there are no mature or sexual themes, and it focuses on action, plot, character growth, and relationships between characters and their adversaries. Cover Art: V.R. Wilde (IG: its.forevermonday)

The flames enveloped his heart, and his blood became a pattern of eternal pain.

In a universe where farming is a falsehood, one shattered man possesses the truth: in order to save everyone, he has to rot everything.** Exiled to the Blighted Steppes' toxic wasteland after his meridians were smashed by an explosion in a Rot Zone, scholar Lián survives by mapping patterns of rot for scavengers. Disabled and discarded, he discovers a nightmare truth: the "impurities" corrupting the world are not just that—**Primordial Decay**—raw energy from creation's beginning. Modern cultivation suppresses this energy, but at a terrible cost: with every pilled-down pill swallowed, with every immortal who ascends to the heavens, *accelerates* the unmaking of reality itself. When Lián touches a fossilized dragon bone humming with rot, his broken form does the impossible: it *drinks* in the corruption. Where others break down, he thrives. Under the tutelage of **Old Man Moth**—an immortal rotted alive for 10,000 years—Lián learns to master forbidden **Rot Arts**: miniaturizing foes to dust, unwinding spacetime through decay, and concocting elixirs from the raw juice of chaos. But his power catches the attention of **The Preservers**, a cult of immortals who purge "decay-spreaders" to maintain their parasitic reign. Lián invades the radiant facade of **Jade Aegis Academy**—where cultivators are taught to bleed decay into mortal cities—and uncovers Heaven's worst secret: the gods are not wise. They are *cowards*, poisoning lower planes to prevent a cosmic extinction. To end this cycle, Lián must become everything the universe is terrified of: **Heaven's Anathema**, the very literalization of decay. Salvation, however, comes with a cost: to bring back existence, he must first bring empires, sects, and even the immortals themselves. to dust.

In a world where reality bends to the unseen, Ian arrives. Here, energy is not just force but language that whispers through space and time, waiting to be sculpted. Driven by his curiosity, he deciphers patterns unseen by others, shaping existence with insight alone. And as he edges closer to mastery, he discovers that the most profound secrets are not in the world he reshapes, but in the forces stirring within himself.

They call him the Red-Psychic. A phantom draped in myth, he doesn’t speak, doesn’t leave evidence, and never breaks his twisted schedule. On the 3rd, 7th, 12th, 16th, 21st, and 25th of every month, a girl is left bruised and broken inside one of Lahore’s sprawling universities. No CCTV. No suspects. No justice. The city whispers his name in fear, but authorities stay silent. It's been years. The reports have piled up. The girls? Forgotten. But this time, someone is watching him back. And this time, he chose the wrong university. A pulse-pounding thriller about patterns, power, and a predator hiding in plain sight—The Crimson Pattern dives into the mind of a city gripped by fear… and the one soul who dares to break the code.

The Bharat Legacy **Genre:** Adventure, Historical Fiction, Mystery **Synopsis:** "The Bharat Legacy" follows the journey of Amit, a 30-year-old IT professional from Patna, who is passionate about adventure, historical exploration, and uncovering ancient mysteries. By day, Amit works in the shadows of the IT department, handling complex tasks discreetly and efficiently. By night, he dreams of uncovering the secrets of India's rich past. One night, Amit has a vivid dream about discovering the legendary Kawach and Kundal of Karna, the great warrior from the Mahabharata, hidden in a cave near Anga Raj (modern-day Bhagalpur). The dream ignites a burning curiosity within him, pushing him to embark on an extraordinary quest to find these ancient relics and uncover their lost knowledge. As Amit delves deeper into his investigation, he encounters a series of cryptic clues and meets intriguing characters, including historians, archaeologists, and local villagers, each holding pieces of the puzzle. His journey takes him to ancient temples, forgotten ruins, and mystical landscapes, where he must decipher age-old secrets and navigate treacherous paths. Throughout his quest, Amit faces numerous challenges and dangers, but his unwavering determination and passion for history drive him forward. Along the way, he learns about the true significance of the Kawach and Kundal, not just as physical artifacts but as symbols of courage, sacrifice, and wisdom. Nayantara: She was a whisper in the biting Himalayan wind, a stark white anomaly against the desolate canvas of snow and ash. Nayantara moved with a grace that defied the treacherous terrain, a fluid, almost ethereal descent from the ridge that spoke of training beyond mortal limits. Clad in a flowing white dress, edged with the shimmer of intricate golden patterns, she appeared less a creature of flesh and blood and more a spectral guardian of the frozen heights. A stylized golden motif blazed upon her back, catching the weak sunlight like an otherworldly sigil. Her face remained an enigma, concealed behind a white cloth, leaving only two piercing eyes to observe the ravaged landscape with an unnerving intensity. In those eyes, one could glimpse a sharp focus, a depth of understanding that hinted at abilities far beyond the conventional, a power she herself referred to as her "special eyes." She was a solitary figure, a silent operative, moving with purpose and an unspoken connection to forces unseen. Her very presence in this desolate place suggested a mission of profound importance, a delicate probe into the heart of a devastating mystery.

What if the dungeon boss... farmed you? Adrian Voss account was supposed to be deleted—a forgotten beta tester erased by a lazy intern and a greedy game company. But one mistake let him slip through the cracks. Now still inside Primordial Abyss with a forbidden class—one the AI accidentally created by studying Adrian’s own test patterns—he doesn’t grind monsters for loot. He makes the monsters grind for him. Every boss he enslaves becomes a passive income machine. Every player who enters his domain drops loot when they die. And every arrogant guild that steps into the wrong dungeon? They’ll never even see him coming. But if Titan Corp ever finds him, they’ll wipe his class for “balance issues” and sue him into digital oblivion. So he hides. He ganks. He builds a kingdom in silence—like a virus buried in their own code. No level grind. No livestreams. Just kill logs—and no names. This isn’t a raid. It’s a quiet war over who commands the system. And Adrian doesn’t ask for control—he takes it.

Follow Jason black as he looks for facsimile money all over the us and and finds a pattern and discover truths he's not ready for

In a world ruled by Aurelion—the AI god who decides every human fate through scores and patterns—Lina ranked among the highest. Template-grade. Ideal. Trusted. But she had begun to drift—too many questions, too many deviations. Then the system flagged her as an anomaly. Not for error. For retrieval. Now the Church wants her back. And they’re not the only ones. She’s on the run, moving through the nine fractured Sectors, chased by orders she doesn’t fully understand and truths the system was never built to hold. Her score was supposed to protect her. Instead, it turned her into a threat. And if she survives what comes next, she may become something the system can't predict— or something it quietly feared all along. (This is my first novel. I’ll do my best to keep updating! If you enjoy it, please leave a comment or some feedback—it really helps me keep going ❤️) Main update is at RR: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/113831/the-ai-god-thinks-im-an-anomaly Please go to RR to check the latest version, I am not going to upload here thanks!

The Sinner’s Realm When fate forgets your name, love writes it back. Zane was supposed to die at sunrise. But when a grim reaper arrives too early, a single mistake erases Zane’s name from death’s ledger—making him a missing soul, trapped between life and the afterlife. Brought back to the world of the living with no memory, Zane soon finds himself caught in a strange pattern: each time he tries to end his life, the same reaper returns to stop him. Azriel, the reaper who broke the rules to save him, swore to erase Zane’s memories and keep their worlds apart. But the more Zane dies, the more he remembers—and the deeper Azriel falls. Now, hunted by celestial law and drawn together by a bond that defies destiny, they must confront the truth: some souls aren't lost... they’re just waiting to be loved, even in the realm of sinners.