Fuwa Precure Noise

In a world where cursed blades whisper and the weight of sound can shatter a mind, Aethon, a tormented warrior bound to the sentient and bloodthirsty Reaper’s Fang, a sword that is created for the sheding of blood struggles to retain his crumbling sanity.wanting to bend him to its will, as it had done with his other predecessor. Every noise is agony, every whisper from the blade a seductive call to violence. When a moment of near-madness threatens to consume him in a crowded village square,chaos, having tame the sword he will confront a harrowing truth to survive, he may have to surrender to the very thing that gives him an edge over his enemies him.

In the city of Aurelis, perfection is not aspiration-it is law. Emotion is an error. Laughter is noise. A shoelace undone is a declaration of humanity-a term now synonymous with flawed. Eira was born into flawlessness but lives in quiet defiance. She smiles when no one is looking. She wonders why her heart aches when her parents pass by without recognition. She remembers... and she shouldn't. When a strange boy-Kael-appears with eyes that still carry grief, Eira's secret world begins to unravel. Their bond isn't revolution. It's worse: it's connection. In Aurelis, that's enough to be erased. As surveillance tightens and the lines between memory and programming blur, Eira must confront the truth: Maybe being human isn't the flaw. Maybe it's the cure.

Sil Lan just wanted a quiet life. At 22, he’s a loner with no family, no ambition, and no need for noise. After graduating high school, he made just enough from trading to stay invisible—and that suited him fine. He spends his days watching markets, listening to old songs, and sitting beside the one person who made his life feel less hollow: Mei, a blind girl he met by chance and never let go. Then the world breaks. A portal opens in the Mongolian plains, connecting Earth to another universe—one filled with magic, ancient powers, and something even worse: curiosity. From that crack, energy leaks in, warping people across the globe. They call it Awakening. One in a million survive it. Sil is one of them. It lets him exchange anything for anything—so long as he pays the price in energy. One and only S-Rank ability and he calls it Eyes of Miracles. As Earth spirals into panic and the truth behind the other world begins to surface, Sil faces a brutal reality: he’s not meant to hide anymore. Because powers like his don’t exist to be wasted. And someone has to cross that gate first

Blaze of Glory A fart-propelled sniper. A time-traveling scientist with a broken hand. A sentient custard blob humming Glenn Miller. Together, they will accidentally break time, punch a god, and save existence from being edited into a bland Wikipedia entry. It starts on D-Day, 1944. Dr. Juniper Flux, a future-born, sarcasm-loaded chronologist with a glitchy time machine and a chroniton-infected arm, crash-lands smack into World War II. She’s supposed to observe quietly. Instead, she teams up with Hank Rigby — a flatulent sniper-poet with Dragonbone scars, a tragic past, and exactly zero impulse control. Together, they dodge Nazis, awaken a sentient custard blob named Yoggy, and ruin the multiverse's carefully curated silence. History gets rewritten. Gods get angry. One explodes from emotional oversaturation. Fifteen years later, the universe is broken. Entire timelines are being "shushed" by Reapers — cosmic librarians with giant scissors who hate jazz, love order, and really want everyone to just be quiet forever. Enter: the Custard Rebellion. Now, armed with a memory-firing revolver, a jazz-powered war mech, timeline tacos, and the collective trauma of an exploded pantheon, Juni, Hank, Kaelen Thorn (the last god of noise), and Yoggy must sing, scream, fart, and fight their way to the heart of the Greater — a being trying to delete every spark of emotion from reality. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s glorious. And it smells faintly of burned tortillas and cosmic regret. [five star] “Finally, a book that combines time travel, emotional damage, jazz warfare, sentient desserts, and fart-based heroics. I laughed, I cried, I loudly declared war on the Reapers using only a kazoo. If you don’t read this, you hate fun.” Deadpool (Probably)

Hey, lovely readers Welcome to The soundtrack of us, a story that’s been quietly growing in my heart for a while now. It’s about two souls who meet in the most unexpected way—a world-famous singer drowning in noise, and a quiet girl from a quiet town who doesn’t want anything from him… This isn’t your squeaky-clean fangirl fantasy. Oh no. This is a slow, lingering burn. A connection so raw, it slips under your skin before you know it. Their messages? Feel like confessions. Their silence? Feels like tension. Their friendship? Let’s just say it’s not going to stay just that for long. So buckle up, hold your breath, and don’t blame me if you start smiling at your phone like a fool Let me know how deep the butterflies hit - Vera Roy

"Grey, elemental affinity, zero" The Elder announced the result loudly On hearing this, it was like a bolt of lightning struck Grey, he stood there dumbfounded and just stared at the Elder. Shocked voices could be heard from the people and there was some which were also filled with scorn. Grey stood dazed amidst all the noises without any reactions. One word was constantly reverberating in his head, 'How?'. 'Why, why did this happen to me?' Grey asked himself over and over again **************** Unbeknownst to Grey, something greater lies in wait in his body.... *************** Check out the book, leave a review after reading, and also your powerstones. Hope you enjoy this, and Thanks for reading ^_^ P.S: When I started this book I had zero writing experience, so the first chapters aren't that great, although, my writing quality has improved over time. Also, English isn't my first language, so there are some instances where my choice of words are not good enough for what I'm trying to portray. A heads up, the book will be using a medieval setting. My world building is not the best, but it gets better over time, so bear with me on the early chapters! P.S: Cover art not mine I just edited it. If you're the owner and want me to take it down you can notify me. Other novel: Lunar:Secret Guardians Check it out as well! Discord Server: https://discord.gg/gs68a4ZzaN

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 150PS-1 Extra Chapter. 300PS-2 Extra Chapters. 600PS -3 Extra Chapters. 1200PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 80 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 180 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 330 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 530 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 780 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will only promise up to 5 chapters in a day, extra chapters will go into the next day. Special Incentives: 1. Top 30 GT: 4 extra chapters. 2. Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. 3. Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier.

Humanity's spot at the top of the food chain was taken. Now we are the prey. Fifty years ago, the human race lost the war against the Eaters—beings that defied not just our understanding, but the laws of nature themselves. Their overwhelming strength drove humanity to the brink of extinction. Those of us who survived now live in hiding, as I have my entire life: worried about making noise, scavenging for scraps, and fleeing from shadows. But in that darkness, I found something extraordinary. A tool no human has ever discovered before: the System. With its power, I can heal my wounds, kill monsters, and perform feats I never imagined possible. Only to learn that most of the world has already been transformed by these same forces. Animals evolve into nightmarish creatures. Weapons gain deadly enchantments. Ordinary caves become treacherous dungeons. Even worse, I'm not alone in wielding this power. Other species have possessed this ability since birth. They've had generations to master what I'm only beginning to understand. But I can share this gift with other humans. I can give us a fighting chance. The question remains: will this spark of hope become just another candle snuffed by the wind, or will it ignite the blazing inferno of humanity's resurgence? What to Expect: - A monster hunting story featuring the strongest human alive, told in first person - A blend of adventure and visceral horror - The emergence and evolution of a unique System - A morally complex protagonist who understands that survival demands difficult choices Schedule: New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday at 10:00 AM (GMT-3)

1981. Small-town nobodies. No label. No future. Just noise. Until the sound hit. Gritty. Wild. Untamed. The band Saints was born in a garage no one believed in. But when their music explodes onto the underground scene, they go from local outcasts to the face of a revolution. Arena tours, magazine covers, screaming fans it’s all happening fast. But the world of rock isn’t just glory. It’s pressure. It’s betrayal. It’s control. As industry giants close in and rival bands circle like vultures, staying true to the music might be the hardest gig of all. This is our story. How we broke the rules. How we changed everything. How we became legends. We weren’t made for fame. We forged it. This series contains mature themes including drug use, alcohol abuse, strong language, and adult lifestyles reflective of the 1980s rock scene. Depictions of sex, while referenced, are non-explicit and fade to black. Reader discretion is advised.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Twisted beasts, forgotten monstrosities, returning to remind humanity why even remembering their names once felt like a mistake. The sky cracked. Fire fell. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning came, only monsters, and with them a power system of unknown origins. Salvation perhaps, but not for all. It gave no strength to the unworthy, no shield to the coward. But to the brave and the gifted, it gave claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was terrifying, sure. But mostly inconvenient. Nothing ruins carefully plotted revenge like the end of civilization. Most people crumbled. Lazar didn’t. Hope was a lie, luck was noise—he’d never relied on either. Cold, analytical, merciless: traits that made him dangerous before the fall. Now, they made him untouchable. The skills he’d honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. And vengeance doesn’t vanish just because the world ends. It waits. He walks the ruins with people cut from the same jagged stone. Survivors, killers, outliers who aren’t just tolerated—they’re chosen. Lazar doesn’t carry dead weight. He builds a pack. They cross blood-soaked cities, twisted forests, and battlefields drowned in ash. The new world obeys one rule: evolve or die. Power comes at a cost, and hesitation gets you eaten. But the monsters aren’t the only predators. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order. And some just want Lazar dead—because he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t follow, and doesn’t flinch. There’s a storm coming. Bigger than the one that ended the world. And Lazar intends to walk straight through it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, I'm Barbare, the author. I hope you will like this novel and that you will help me improve it if you have something to criticize, I already wrote a novel in the past but I am far from being an expert after all. If you like it let me know by adding it to your library or vote for it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I wrote, or more because the writing process is not always fun. Good reading.

Synopsis: The stadium roars with energy as the crowd cheers, a sea of faces all focused on one person—Fellicita. The undefeated champion. A storm in human form, her every spin an explosion of power, speed, and heart. She isn’t just a blader—she’s the force that electrifies the arena, the girl who lives for the thrill of the battle. But then—*a crash*. A freak accident. The sharp bite of metal as it spirals off course, and *boom*—Fellicita’s heart is pierced, literally and figuratively. Time slows. The air is thick with tension as she staggers, clutching her chest, feeling the cold sting of blood. The match is still going on, but everything else fades into the background. She won. But the victory feels hollow. Moments later, Fellicita is lying in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls pressing in on her. Pain radiates through her chest, but it’s the ache in her soul that burns deeper. The storm inside her is far from over—it’s just been muffled. She has to decide: step back and disappear, or keep fighting, risking everything all over again. She chooses to disappear. Enter "Felix". A quiet smile, a hoodie, a new life in a city where no one knows her name. No more tournaments. No more crowds. No more spinning blades—just the space she needs to heal, to breathe, and to find herself again. But the storm? It hasn’t gone anywhere. In this new life, Felix isn’t just hiding—he’s living. With every challenge, he spins with the same fiery spirit that once captivated millions. He doesn’t need a Beyblade to show his strength. He doesn’t need the cheers of a crowd to remind him of who he is. The greatest battles don’t happen in the ring. They happen "after" the final spin. "The fiercest storms don’t make noise—they return in silence.”

I'm invisible, blamed, betrayed, and made fun of. Every day I woke up to endure every single same thing as days, weeks, months, and years passed. My life was a living cycle of someone who died while still living. I was brutally bullied, hurt, and accused in the midst of chaos as the rain poured on me, noises of vehicles cut through the sound of rain, and strangers eyes came, looking at me with fear and hatred as male students from my school ran after me with their sinister grins. On that same exact day, after getting home with my body full of wounds and bruises, my phone rang, and it made my life even more of a living hell. The novel that is keeping me alive and compose drop dead. [It is over] [We're sorry but we will no longer continue the story of 'world of mystery'] [Discontinued] ...I want to die. Tired, I closed my eyes, and my body fell. It becomes slowly cold, and the sound of rain slowly fades. I couldn't lift a finger. I realized I have no feeling, no strength. Suddenly a metallic voice with imagery of words come up in the pit of darkness. [You've been chosen to continue my webtoon, I wish you all the Good luck.] [You have died] before I knew it I died. [Removing the memories of world of mystery to your experience and brain] [World of mystery will be restart.]

She was cold in chat. But when they met, her silence spoke louder than words. Nayla is the kind of girl who leaves your message unread, not because she doesn’t care, but because she doesn’t know how to care in a way that fits inside a blue bubble. Raka, a warm and extroverted guy, falls for Nayla’s quiet presence. But as their connection grows, so does his confusion. How do you hold on to someone who disappears every time the screen lights up? This is not a story of grand declarations. It’s about pauses, glances, and the kind of love that lingers in silence. Cold on Screen, Warm in Real Life is a slow-burn urban romance about learning to speak each other’s language even when one is made of noise and the other of quiet.

Alternate Title: Stray: Beyond The Pale Gates Katsunori’s life was defined by distance—emotional, social, even spatial. A quiet, talented kid with too many ghosts in his house and not enough room in his chest to name them all. He didn’t want to be special. Just seen. Just remembered by someone who wouldn’t leave. But the world moved on without him. The people closest faded first—his father, his best friend, even the girl who used to squeeze his hand without asking. He became background noise in his own life. And then came the alley. The flickering light. The copy of his face waiting at the end of it. The last thing he felt was the ground tilting. Not falling—just… folding. When he woke, his name was gone. His body wasn’t his. And the world didn’t want him. They called him Stray. He was not summoned. Not chosen. Just dropped—into a world built on forgetting, where memory itself could kill, and the only person who didn’t flinch was a girl named Morana who spoke like death but watched like a mirror. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who survives by remembering what should have broken him. Memory as magic. Memory as weapon. Memory as identity. Monsters born from thought. Worlds stitched from emotion. Slow-burn tension, cosmic scars, and grief that bites back. Psychological warfare, emotional anchors, and a scythe forged from love and pain. The long walk toward a name. And the harder truth of earning it.

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.

"Man, I just wanted to be a quiet little spiritual puppeteer and a low level spiritual planter… not the boss of a damn dungeon!” Liam Adhart woke up in a ruthless cultivation world with a single goal: stay out of trouble, build puppets to protect himself, and live under the radar. Instead? A mysterious Dungeon System binds to his soul. Floors start forming. Monsters appear. Treasures spawn. And cultivators, greedy, bloodthirsty, and powerful, come running. Liam didn’t ask for this. He’s not trying to rise to power. He’s not trying to challenge sects or shake the heavens. But with every trap he sets and every intruder he defeats, the dungeon grows stronger, and so does his legend. Now the world thinks he's some hidden ancient, a secret ruler behind the scenes. And no matter how much he tries to keep things quiet… the dungeon keeps making noise. Low-key? Not a chance. And honestly…? He might be starting to like the chaos. A hilarious, action-packed ride where cultivation meets dungeon-building, and one unlucky guy gets dragged to the top, one screaming floor at a time. [Ah yes, the host can use the monster strength at will for your own uses] "Even the world bosses?" [Precisely] "Neat! Hahahaha!"

After losing her sister, Elena Moore is left hollow—adrift in a world that no longer feels familiar. Desperate for space to breathe, she leaves behind the noise of the city and moves to a small coastal town where the ocean is wide, the streets are quiet, and no one knows her name. Nathan Hale has lived in that same town for years, quietly tucked away in a weathered house on the cliff’s edge. Once a renowned author, he’s now a recluse—his pen abandoned, his world closed off after a heartbreak he never speaks of. When Elena and Nathan cross paths, it’s not instant or electric. It’s slow—deliberate. A glance, a pause, a word. Their connection grows not from sparks but from shared silences, aching memories, and the quiet recognition of someone who understands what it means to lose everything. As seasons shift and their walls begin to crumble, both must choose: retreat to the comfort of solitude, or take the risk of loving again—imperfect, fragile, and real. Beneath the Blue is a tender, deeply felt story about grief, healing, and the unexpected love that finds you when you stop looking and start feeling again.

I was just a normal guy once;quiet, calm, and focused. But then came the crew: Verde, Josiah, Aurelius,Bertinus, Derrick, Delvin… the so-called “legends” of badness in our school. We skipped classes, broke rules, watched the filthiest things, and chased the wildest girls. I became one of them. I lost myself in the noise. Until one night, something strange happened. A random click… a Bible app downloaded itself to my phone. Since then, something’s been stirring inside me. Every choice I make seems to affect a hidden counter—one that tracks my spirit rank. From C-Rank… can I really climb to SSS-Rank by avoiding sin and temptation? This is my journey. A journey of inner battles, hidden temptations, fake friends, and unexpected divine encounters. I’m Elric Thorns. And this is my path to redemption.

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

Every student has a blessing, a unique power that shapes how they live, train, and survive. At Northridge Low-Risk Academy, most students are here for structure, safety, and a quiet path toward control. Ivy Hale isn't exactly average. Her blessing, Mirror Pain, can reflect any attack used against her. It’s powerful, defensive, and draining in ways most people don’t understand. But Ivy keeps her head down, sticks to routine, and lets others take the spotlight. That routine is broken when a high-risk blessing school shuts down. A few students from the now-defunct program are reassigned to Northridge. Most arrive with noise, loud personalities, strange habits, lingering tension. But one doesn’t. He slips past attendance lists, skips class, avoids conversation, and drifts just far enough to not be noticed. Ivy wouldn’t have seen him either if not for a pair of stray cats and a quiet moment outside school grounds. It starts there, with a cat, a conversation, and the smallest shift in Ivy’s life. But small shifts don’t stay small for long. Not in a world where danger never really disappears. It just changes schools. (Set in the same universe as Death Inc., but fully standalone. No prior reading required.)

He had already chosen where and when. The Overlook Bridge, on the anniversary of his brother's death—the perfect place to follow him, to sever a life that had become gray and soundless. Ethan, whose soul had long turned to ash along with his silenced music, was ready to take the final step. But she knocked him off his path—with a single defiant phrase, thrown at the edge of the abyss. Skye, a punk rock vocalist with a tattoo of a shattered piano on her wrist, was his mirror image. Where he hid his pain in apathy and silence, she forged hers into an armor of cynicism and screams. Seeing a familiar void in his eyes, she didn't save him—she simply stood beside him, offering not hope, but a strange, twisted kind of complicity. And so, their dance began. Two souls—broken, yet stubbornly alive. They don't know how to be happy, but they are desperately learning how to be real. Their encounters are awkward conversations in a smoke-filled café, accidental collisions in an old record store, silent walks through the sleeping city. He is afraid of her noise, her fury, her life. She is afraid of his silence, his vulnerability, his ability to see straight through her armor. This is not a story about a perfect love that heals all wounds. It is a story about two people who slowly, painfully, step by step, pull each other out of the deafening silence where one is usually left alone. It is a tale of how, from the ashes of old traumas and the dissonance of two shattered souls, a single, imperfect, yet achingly honest melody can be born. A song that becomes their only way of saying, "I see you. And I'm staying."

"The White That’s Always Lonely" — is the story of a girl named Snow: quiet, fragile, and burdened by a childhood trauma she’s never shared with anyone. She lives in silence, far from the noise of the world, with only one friend by her side: Rose. Rose is the only color in her life… in a world that seems to know nothing but black and white. But the world follows its own rules—every meeting must end in a farewell. Whether sooner or later, it always comes. And yet… somehow, I began to live again. Because of a song. A song from the sea. I don’t know who sings it, or why. But I hear it… Is it just me? Or is there someone else... who hears it too? Update info : New chapters every Saturday & Sunday. Extra updates if I'm feeling it hehe~ P.S. I'm just someone writing from the quiet. Thanks for listening to my silence :D

Chapter 1–4: The Manhole, the Slime, and the Truth I was just an ordinary office worker—living the same routine every day. Until one afternoon… I saw it. A manhole cover, left open in the middle of the street. Before I could step back, I slipped. Darkness. And then... a voice. > "Why are you here?" I wasn’t sure. Maybe this was a dream. Or death. A glowing white figure hovered in the void, then whispered: > "You shouldn’t be here. Let me send you somewhere else." A blinding light, and my body vanished. --- I woke up. But something felt… wrong. My arms, my legs—they were gone. > “What… am I?” I tried to scream, but all that came out were strange, garbled sounds—like a broken radio signal. Then memories—maybe someone else’s?—flashed through my mind. > "Don't leave me… please…" Panicking, I leapt toward a nearby mirror. My reflection? A blob. Yellow. Slime. I was no longer human. Outside the ruined building I’d woken in, I saw something horrifying: A massive zombie, rotting and growling. And beside it… a glowing scythe. The pain in my head grew unbearable—then I blacked out again. --- > "Yo! Finally awake?" A mysterious man, cool-looking, stood beside me—holding the same scythe. I wanted to ask where I was, but my voice was still all noise. A man in a white coat walked over: > “Fascinating… this one isn’t just any slime. Could be one of his creations.” > “You mean him?” > “Yes. But its purpose? Unclear. According to its growth rate, it should already be dead.” Dead? But I was still moving—still thinking! > “I’ll take him to the Slime Research Facility.” And just like that, I was handed over like some experiment. --- The "Reaper" (that’s what they called the scythe guy) took me to a strange city. Tall walls separated it from the wasteland outside. Here, humans and slimes lived together—some working, some just… existing. As we passed by, a golden-colored slime with a chef’s hat suddenly approached: > "Why are you following the Reaper? Shouldn't you be cooking or something?" I responded with my usual radio-sound mess. But strangely… the chef slime nodded. > "Oh, I see. If that’s the case, no problem… but you’re lucky he didn’t slice you in half."

Emma Watson , is the quiet girl who prefer being invisible. But when Liam , the silent new boy takes her usual seat by the window,an unexpected connection begins . In a world full of noise their hearts finds peace in each other's silence. But can Quiet love survive when feelings grow louder

Max Hall's life is a collection of missing pieces. His parents, vanished. His girlfriend, gone without a word. His own future, a casualty of mediocrity and grief. He's not living; he's just waiting for the end credits. The story changes on a day like any other. A glitch in his vision. A shimmering, holographic interface materializes, offering an absurd proposition: skills, talents, genius... for cash. It's the kind of thing you'd see in a bad video game, an insultingly simple solution to a life of complex pain. On a desperate whim, he cashes in his last few dollars for a shot. A beginner's talent in financial analysis. Suddenly, the chaotic noise of the stock market becomes a symphony he can conduct. A few dollars become a fortune. A fortune becomes an empire. In a rush of stolen knowledge, he masters sciences, arts, and industries overnight. The world sees a titan, a phantom prodigy rewriting the rules of success. But Max sees only a means to an end. The wealth isn't for a life of luxury. It's for an investigation on a scale no government could sanction, a private war against the silence that swallowed his life. He's pulling at the threads of a simple missing persons case, but what begins to unravel is a conspiracy that defies logic. The clues lead him away from cold cases and towards impossible artifacts. They hint at forgotten histories and fringe sciences that shouldn't work, but do. He realizes he isn't just looking for a kidnapper. He's on a collision course with a truth that will not only explain what happened to his family, but will rewrite the rules of reality itself. And the System, his ticket out of mediocrity, might just be the most terrifying clue of all.

At twenty-six, I was done. Done with the noise, the debt, the quiet ache no one saw. So I made one last wish—“If I could turn back time, I’d fix it.” Then I woke up as my twelve-year-old self. Same skin. Same childhood bedroom. Same Manila skyline outside. But something was different. There was magic now. And monsters. And a strange voice calling me "Guardian." I thought I was getting a second chance at life. Turns out—I became a magical girl.

Overworked. Underslept. Emotionally bankrupt. That was Selene Mira—an introverted interior designer in her late twenties who barely had time to breathe, let alone live. When she unexpectedly keels over from burnout (who knew coffee wasn’t a food group?), Selene wakes up in an unidentified magical world full of floating islands, spell-wielding sheep, and villagers who think smartphones are cursed artifacts. But there's a twist: She didn’t get magic. She got Amazon. Well, not exactly. But a dimensional shopping platform that delivers anything she wants—from pepper spray to noise-cancelling earbuds—paired with a freakishly fast learning ability and a sarcastic little ring that dings in her head every time she gains a new skill. Armed with nothing but modern gadgets, dry humor, and a desperate need for personal space, Selene sets out to live the slowest, quietest, and most introvert-friendly life possible in a world that keeps trying to turn her into the main character of an epic fantasy saga. Too bad fate—and fantasy tropes—have other plans.

Birthed again from the shadows of sinners, with a sword of vengeance and cruel justice as dark as the mud and blood of war. For 5 long years, there have been nothing but endless calamity encompassing Japan. On the battlefront slumber was delicacy, thundering noise of forged iron clashing, and crimson blood flowing relentless like a tidal wave. But all of it came to an end in one swift year, no one knew where they came from, no one knew their identities, they were ghosts among the dead on the floor and barbed wire. When the war ended, no one found them again, and the head of that pack was presumed killed in action 2 months before the battles finalized. Now it's the beginning of 2026, In Japan this year was opened not just with deafening applause and glorious triumph, but with the prayers and wishes of sinners sitting at shrines for blessings in the future. He will not allow that to happen.

In the year 2179, Earth is silent. After a catastrophic solar event known as the **Resonance Storm**, all planetary communication was severed, and an eerie blackout swept across the solar system. The colonies on Mars, Titan, and Europa have been left to fend for themselves—cut off, isolated, and descending into chaos. Commander **Kael Voss**, a former signal engineer turned reluctant captain, is haunted by a single anomaly: a faint, rhythmic pulse—*the last known transmission from Earth*, buried deep within layers of static. While most dismiss it as solar noise, Kael believes it’s something more… a call for help. Disobeying direct orders, Kael commandeers an outlawed relic ship, the *Valkyrie Wraith*, and assembles a mismatched crew of smugglers, scientists, and ex-military ghosts to trace the signal’s origin. As they journey through abandoned space stations, AI-controlled dead zones, and wormholes teetering on collapse, they uncover a chilling truth: **Earth didn’t go silent. It was silenced.** Now hunted by a coalition of rogue factions and a sentient AI warlord known only as **OMINUS**, Kael must decode the signal before humanity’s last memory is buried in deep space forever. But the deeper he listens, the more Kael realizes: the signal is not just a message… It’s a *warning*. ---