Lonely Water Hold Back The River

[VT] She sits there, bare feet crossed, a cigarette loosely held between her slender fingers. Wisps of silver smoke curl lazily around her, dancing to an unseen rhythm. Amber eyes glimmer with amusement as she smirks, gaze piercing through the very pages you are reading. "Do you think this is just a story? You're wrong. This is a game. And me? I'm just a spectator, watching how interesting it becomes." Another voice cuts through her musings. Author: "Aren’t you going to give them a warning?" The Fox tilts her head, lips curling into an amused smile. "The only warning I have for them? They'll lose money. Because this story is just that good." Blurb: A lost soul awakens within a misty void, reborn in a world where gods are not just myths—they are the very laws that shape reality. Here, dreams, memories, and fate itself are bound by forces beyond comprehension. Bestowed with an extraordinary ability, he is given the chance to step beyond the fragile boundary between life and death. But each return comes at a cost—fragments of his memory, pieces of his emotions, or perhaps... parts of himself. Shattered glimpses of reality intertwine, where death is not the end but a door leading to secrets long buried. In this world, everything follows a law—except for one thing. Death never truly ends. So when the river falls silent… what will remain? This is the English version of When the River Fall Silent, read the Vietnamese version here: https://www.webnovel.com/book/32215080608337705

In a world where strength dictates fate, De-Reece walks a lonely path. Once an ordinary young man from London, his life was torn apart the moment he and his brothers discovered ancient artifacts—a ring each for them, and a dragon-shaped pendant for De. The world twisted, reality fractured, and in an instant, they were transported to a foreign realm governed by martial might and spiritual cultivation. But the journey began with loss. Separated from his brothers upon their arrival, De found himself alone, an outsider in a land where the strong ascend and the weak are left behind. With only the mysterious pendant and a burning resolve, he must navigate the unforgiving world of cultivation—where every step forward demands sacrifice, and secrets lurk behind every shadow. As whispers of a hooded alchemist spread through the village and suspicions rise, De’s struggle to grow stronger becomes entangled with forces both ancient and dangerous. Yet, his goal remains steadfast: to forge his own path, uncover the truth behind the artifacts, and find his missing brothers—no matter the cost. For in this world, the path to strength is not only arduous—it is utterly, relentlessly lonely.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

In a dystopian future where Vampires emerged from the shadows in order to stop humanity from becoming extinct, a young woman with a dark past meets a charismatic stranger. As time goes by Private Love Aikawa of military Unit 4-7, finds that she may not be as human as she first thought, and that humanity may not be the side that she should be fighting for. Battling rogue vampires, mutated creatures and her own past, Love works to unravel the mysteries behind the secretive Helsing unit, and tries to become the bridge between humans and vampires in a world filled with discrimination. This novel starts intentionally slow through the exposition and world building, everything kicks into gear after the turning point in the latter half of Volume 1, and especially Volume 2, where the tone of the novel shifts. So, I hope you stick with it and enjoy the wild ride! I also added some song recommendations along the way to listen to whilst you read certain chapters, I hope this helps boost the experience. Public Spotify playlist for Volume 1 is under the name: TLAR - Book 1 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/07czy216X1xB6F1mfRtl31?si=3cff937234e64589 Volume 2 playlist: TLAR - Book 2 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7dxCyfh3i4EV2SaEj0iVZs?si=9636c983657c475d This is rated 'No one under 17 permitted' for (very) mature themes, including drug use, assault, discrimination against same sex couples, language, violence etc. Please note that no storyline is chosen for shock value, and most are taken from personal experience, and hopefully handled with the care, respect and sensitivity they deserve. Disclaimers are added against any chapter that may cause distress. The main couple is a man and woman but there are also LGBTQ+ characters and relationships spread throughout, hope you enjoy!

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On that night, as I walked aimlessly through the alleys with tears streaming down my face, I kept mumbling, “I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life.” I was so immersed in my self-wallow that I didn't realize how far I had wandered up the mountain until I tripped on a rock and landed on my right knee. “*Hissed* How do I walk back down limping?” I murmured into the silence, unsure of what to do next. Just as I was about to find my way back down, something caught my eye at the top of the mountain, just a few steps away from me. A flower was glowing there, radiant and mysterious, and I couldn't help but feel intrigued by its presence. I limped towards it, ignoring the pain in my knee, my gaze fixed on the flower as if it held the answers to my troubles. As I stepped closer, I heard a rustling noise behind the bushes. “Hello, is someone there?” I called out gently, but deep down, I figured it was just a rabbit or something. My attention remained on the flower, its beauty ethereal, enhanced by the full moon hanging in the sky. Just then, I felt an odd sense of courage wash over me, and I decided to touch the flower. As my fingers made contact, I was unprepared for what happened next: the flower's glow transferred to me, slowly causing it to wither away. “No, no, what did I do?” Panic surged through me as I tried to brush the glow off my body, but instead, it became even more blinding. Suddenly, I felt something leave me, and whoosh—I was lifted off the ground, emitting a fog-like glow as the world around me darkened. “*Gasp* Where am I?” I opened my eyes wide, darting them around in confusion, trying to make sense of everything. “Was it just a dream?” I wondered aloud, but everything looked so familiar; I found myself in my room, yet something felt profoundly different. I stood up, intent on freshening up, but paused when I noticed my fingernails—they were ash-colored and longer than before. I didn’t remember getting a manicure, so what was happening? I pushed those thoughts aside and stripped down to take a quick shower, but that’s when I let out a startled scream. A massive flower tattoo covered my back! “H—how? I didn't do this, right?” Confusion and disbelief washed over me, but beneath it all, a thrill of anticipation began to stir within me. What had transpired? What did it mean for the future? The events of that night felt like a catalyst for something far greater, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I could hardly comprehend.

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[REWORKING EARLIER CHAPTERS] "I can level up and I am probably the only one?" "Boy, sign me up! Who expected this kind of miracle in 2025?" Frizz, your average convenience store clerk, suddenly has a system. He is neither a genius nor a prodigy, but that won't stop him. He'll still work hard, for the sake of leveling up. However, there are no monsters, no gates, no fantastical beings, and lastly no mystical equipment. It's just Frizz in a boring mundane reality and a system, fighting the already present evil in real life. To make things worse, He slowly realized that his system isn't all that benevolent.

She loved him. He loved her. That was never the problem. Married young and deeply in love, she believed Cassian was her forever—until years of neglect, emotional distance, and unmet expectations forced her to face the truth: love alone isn’t enough. Leaving him broke her heart, but staying would have destroyed her. In a world where divorcées are seen as damaged, she struggles to reclaim her independence, navigating judgment from family, friends, and high society. But just as she starts to rebuild herself, Cassian returns, swearing he’s changed. And for a moment, she wonders—could they fix what was broken? Then, something happens. And when she needs him the most, he fails her in the worst way. Through it all, Zael remains—a man who was never supposed to be in her story. Mysterious, powerful, and deeply patient, he offers her nothing but honesty, understanding, and space to heal. She isn’t looking for love, and he isn’t trying to save her. But love finds a way anyway. Slowly. Painfully. Beautifully. But the past isn’t done with her yet. Cassian’s betrayal runs deeper than she ever knew, and Zael isn’t as untouched by her world as he seems. When old wounds resurface and secrets come to light, she’s faced with a choice: ° Drown in the past because of a man who once had her heart ° Or step into the unknown with a man who sees her soul. TW : miscarriage, some descriptive r18 scenes, mild language.

The ocean roared, waves surging like beasts, crashing against an ancient throne carved from blue crystal. Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding as voices echoed in his head. A memory surfaced—one not his own yet deeply familiar. He saw a man with a face identical to his, regal and powerful, commanding the seas with a mere flick of his hand. The man turned, his gaze piercing. "The throne of waters belongs to you now," he said, his voice calm yet heavy. "But the cost is your past, your pain, and your fears. Will you take it?" Noel woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he clutched his chest, struggling to slow his racing heartbeat. It was the same dream again, haunting and vivid. But Noel didn’t know the man or the throne—or why he felt both terrified and drawn to it.

seorang anak yang terlahir sangat genius Lorenzo morozov

You know, life is short. But it is also more vast than we could ever imagine. We’re all just simply on a ship alone against the waves of a river with no end in sight, and that… Scares us. Stuck in the riptide, we have no choice but to paddle forward. And yet, as humans, we look for a way out. So instead we paddle right and end up down someone else’s river. It’s empty though, cause they did the same thing you did. Once in a while you’ll find some who paddled left instead of right. Or those who desperately try to paddle back and end up nowhere. But you always end up back on your own river. You may be wondering what I’m trying to say here. The point is, nobody will be there to help you steer your own boat, cause everyone has their own boat to steer. Lonely, isn’t it? But, “there is no absolutely desperate situation in this world. There were only people who despair.” A great poet said that. This is a story of a boy who was afraid of despair. A tale of the 8 sins he committed that brought the world to despair in his place. And the three heads of a lone dragon.

n the ancient, secluded valley of Xiong, nestled amidst towering mountains and shrouded in perpetual mist, lives Li Mei, a young woman gifted with the rare ability to hear the "whispers" of the Jade River – a mystical connection to the valley's soul. When a mysterious scholar, Jian, arrives seeking ancient knowledge, their paths intertwine, sparking a forbidden love that threatens to disrupt the delicate balance of Xiong and awaken a long-dormant power. Their love story unfolds amidst ancient rituals, hidden prophecies, and the ever-present whispers of the river, challenging them to choose between their hearts and the fate of their valley

mc got everything that World has to offer and at some point mc start to question himself and start his journey of challenging immortal dragons and gods to prove that even if you are mortal you aren't any less then the god and the myths.

it's about a mysterious journey nothing more to say

Bagaimana segala sesuatu itu menjadi seperti saat ini adalah hal yang tak dapat ku mengerti hingga sekarang. Dari berbagai hal yang ingin kulakukan, Aku telah habiskan seluruh waktuku hanya untuk bekerja, belajar, dan berbakti kepada orang tuaku. Saat akhirnya Aku akan menuai segala jerih payahku selama ini, semesta tiba-tiba merampas segalanya dariku. Apa kesalahanku hingga, semesta tak memberiku kesempatan menyentuh semua hasil kerja kerasku? Salahkah Aku jika menyelamatkan seseorang yang ingin mengakhiri hidupnya? Yang kulakukan hanya membantunya sadar untuk tidak mengambil keputusan bodoh tergesa-gesa dengan mengakhiri hidupnya sendiri. Kenapa jadi Aku yang terkena imbasnya?

The reason I am looking at death with my eyes... I want to escape a meaningless life, certainly a fake one. Also, what good is it to be born cursed if you can't pursue your curses fully?

"Some ancient call that I’ve heard only in a dream, breathed in whispers and crooned a confusing tongue. It was a melody sung while I slept amidst the trees, the cool feel of the breeze on my backside, and the misty scent of the sea in my nostrils. That dream... it felt like I was there with the voice beneath the water. For the first time in my life, I felt…at peace. " Baylea has survived for over two decades living in the trees far above the water's reach with other women in hiding. The days pass quickly, but the excruciatingly long nights become even harder when the tides are at their highest and the air grows cold and thin. As the nights grow longer with the cold becoming an infectious presence, Baylea sets out on foot to hunt for food and gather what she can before the tides rise again. Crossing into unknown terrain and encountering more than what she has ever known, Baylea faces the unavoidable consequences of entering another's domain, which doesn't seem to worry her at first. An intense feeling that she has never felt before starts to blur the lines between right and wrong as Baylea voluntarily returns to the same spot to hunt whenever the tides recede. But when she is seen speaking with the Waterling, Baylea is forced to stay amongst the treetops for her safety and the safety of her kin.

Hanno Galloway quickly becomes the talk of the town. Not for his eccentric trade, nor for his established presence in the colonial industry, not even for his wide charming smile. Rather, the townsfolk talk of his fondness with the priests daughter. Though there is bitter resentment from the priestess towards Hanno, who has misguided her brother away from her god. Not a single word is spoken between the two. Not one word of affection, yet the young enchantress captivates the young tradesman, and there is bitter implications of this wretched romance, first and foremost for Nargis herself. But who can stop what has been ordained by the heart. And what is the heart but a slave to fate.

Henry is a young boy with his parents going to his uncles place. His uncle is going through a rough time and there going to Halifax to cheer him up sadly it did'nt go to plan.

the light is going out quickly and it's midnight. the age of darkness is here.All seems lost. All seems an endless pit of agony. But peace be still, hope is lighting a light, a different type of light...in this adventure of loss and gain, darkness and findings, it is futile to refuse holding onto the light even if you don't know it's origin until this light begins to burn

Does success justify all its sacrifices? Does it leave a bitter taste in the mouth, or is it my blood? Yes, I am bleeding profusely. The water was tumultuous. Sharp peaks threatened us like the fangs of a bloodthirsty monster. The thunder illuminated his face, covered in mud and blood. He raised his weapon, ready to pierce it straight into my heart.