Cracked Traduzione

In an alternate 21st century, unseen by the eyes of ordinary men, a war rages in the shadows. The Order of the Silent Flame, an ancient brotherhood of exorcists, stands as humanity’s last line of defense against the demonic forces led by Centurion, the fallen warlord of the underworld. Armed with sacred relics, forbidden rituals, and unbreakable vows, the exorcists work in secrecy to protect a world that does not even know it’s under siege. As the darkness spreads and Centurion’s legions grow bolder, cracks begin to form in the veil that hides the truth from humanity. And among the Order, a new generation must rise—one that will uncover long-buried secrets, face the betrayal of old allies, and decide whether the Silent Flame will continue to burn… or be snuffed out forever.

Raelynn Kinsley was supposed to get married. It was meant to be the happiest day of her life. Instead, she walked out of her wedding and into a hospital room — Room 405 — where Kayden Greyson, her best friend, lay silent, trapped in a coma after a devastating accident. As days blur into weeks, Raelynn loses pieces of herself. Confrontation, realisation and quiet acceptance are what keep her standing. Bit by bit, she begins to reclaim her strength — rebuilding the parts of her that cracked along the way. Now, she keeps vigil at his bedside — reading to him, speaking softly into the stillness, holding onto a hope that feels as fragile as breath. Then, one quiet afternoon, Kayden opens his eyes. But he doesn't remember her. Now, caught between past and present, memory and loss, Raelynn must decide if love is something that survives forgetting — or something she’ll have to help him find all over again, one heartbeat at a time. Spanning hospital rooms, college parks, and a quiet garden where time bends around pain, The Stillness Between Heartbeats is a tender story about the quiet love, memory and the long wait for a second chance.

In every era, one soul bears the burden of divinity… A single soul, chosen by GOD, reincarnates across time as ten divine angels, each destined to live for exactly 82 years among mortals. With every cycle, the world teeters between light and chaos, and each angel must complete their divine task before passing on their wings to the next successor. But the cycle is not pure. One among them—the second angel—This anomaly cracks the heavens and awakens questions no god dares ask. betrayal, hidden memories, and a soul-shattering secret tied to his very creation. As cosmic forces stir and demons rise from forgotten hells, the divine soul must decide: break the cycle or complete it. And far beyond the multiverse, a masked being watches… waiting for the cycle to end—for good or for ruin.

Betrayed by his master and his sworn brothers, Shen Yao was burned alive at the gates of immortality — cursed with Mortal Lock, doomed never to reincarnate. But fate cracked. Ten years before his fall, he awakens again — reborn with the Infernal Immortality System buried in his soul flame. This time, revenge is only the start. To claim what was stolen, Shen Yao will rise as the first mortal-born Flame Immortal — and burn the world to rewrite the heavens.

The world prayed for light. What it got… was born of void. A child emerges from flame and suffering. Not a savior. Not a curse. Something older. In a towered world ruled by Great Families and cursed by divine relics, war isn't waged with swords — it's fought with time, memory, and bloodlines. ANSEP, the strongest organization on Earth, is cracking from within. The Book of Voyages has vanished. The coldest traitor has returned. And somewhere… a boy without a past awakens, as the world forgets how to breathe. --- This is not a story of destined heroes. This is a chronicle of grief, betrayal, and the fire that will consume gods. ◆ Original Worldbuilding ◆ Cold, calculating antagonists ◆ No cheap power-ups — just pain, patience, and punishment.

There are ten rules,break one, and you’re gone.Aurex was never meant to question them,until the wheel turned, the bells rang, and his friend vanished and no one cared. Now the town is cracking. Something is waking. And Aurex is falling deeper than anyone before.Some truths weren’t meant to be remembered.Some places weren’t meant to be escaped.

She didn’t believe in love — until silence began to speak louder than words. A slow-burn office romance following Anaya, an emotionally distant yet brilliant woman, whose life takes a turn when a new colleague silently begins to crack the armor she’s worn for years. In a world where hearts lie easily, can theirs remain honest?

Have you ever regretted your past so deeply that you'd give anything to go back and change it? Elsa Williams, a hardworking woman, still finds herself haunted by her high school years. Not a day goes by without her mind drifting back to that particular moment—one she wishes she could erase or rewrite. If only she could find a time machine, Elsa would travel back and undo the mistakes that continue to weigh heavily on her heart. But when Elsa unexpectedly wakes up in her past, will she have the courage to face what she once ran from? Can she uncover the missing pieces and finally make peace with herself? Read on to find out.

Lucas Zhang never believed in fate—until the dreams began. A cryptic mirror. A whisper in Mandarin. An ancient eye that sees beyond lies. When his vision begins to crack reality itself, Lucas uncovers a hidden war of symbols, illusions, and forgotten bloodlines. What if the world you see… is the greatest illusion of all? Unlock the Tianmu. Face the Unknown.

The world ended before he could take his own life. Yash Roy had nothing left — no family, no future, only debt and despair. But when the sky cracked open and forgotten gods awakened, Yash was chosen by something ancient. Not to become a hero — but to survive. With white eyes, ash-stained skin, and a broken soul, he begins building a shelter for the lost. This is not the story of a savior. This is the story of a boy who lost everything… and still chose to protect others.

And Just Like That Everything Changed! ...... They came from the sea—giants of stone and molten light. In seconds, Ethan village was torn apart. His mother crushed. His siste.... Ethan ran. But the ground split. A shard of black stone slid into his palm— And as his rage exploded, the stone meet with the heart shaped stone he found earlier. His body cracked. His skin turned to shale. And before he could save anyone, he became the very thing he feared. Now there's nothing left. No family. No home. Only the monster in his veins—

Imagine a future sculpted by centuries, a place where everything whispers of order, a civilization shimmering with unbelievable technology. In this realm, time seems to forget its cruel work – people don't age. Yet, the mystery of passing still lingers. Their days are just a shadow of their nights, for their dreams are where tasks bloom, and these very tasks are the currency of their lives. But the flawless surface of this world cracks when Meldenma unearths its deep-buried secrets, or perhaps more intriguingly, when she begins to unravel the puzzle of herself. What clandestine truths lie hidden beneath the gleaming perfection? And what happens when one soul starts to awaken to the reality behind their dreamlike existence?

“This isn’t the story they told to you. The fairy dust turned cold and blue…” In a land once ruled by bedtime tales and happily-ever-afters, something ancient stirs beneath the rhymes. The Oracle’s Mirror has shattered, and the dreams of a kingdom have cracked with it. Now, the forgotten and the broken rise. Meet the Fallen... cursed versions of beloved characters twisted by time, pain, and truth. A sleeping princess who doesn’t dream. A spider-girl who whispers in silk. A Queen of Glass whose slipper became a weapon. A boy who falls through endless mirrors. Each chapter retells a dark fairytale you thought you knew... until the thirteenth chime strikes. Once upon a nightmare, the story begins again.

Ye Chen, The Young Master of the Ye Family, sees his mother playing with her pussy one day, from the small crack through doors. And he suddenly hears a voice "Fuck Her" Gulp! ---- Tags: Pure Bloodline, Impregnation, Messing family roots, system, arrogant Mc, Dominant Mc, Mother, Aunt, Grandma, MILFS, GILFS, Threesome, more focus on sex, less focus on plot, Virgin penetration, extremely large harem, no mercy to the enemy.

Lanz Kuroda failed his Awakening Test in the most spectacular way possible, he didn’t just rank low, his ass got slapped with an FFF. He was locked out of the system entirely, and sent home like the rejected tutorial character that he is. But when a cracked relic crystal he bought from a sketchy street vendor activates, it boots up something the world shouldn’t even know exists, a hidden system that logs him into an old, forgotten alt account, one with no level cap, restrictions, and absolutely zero oversight. By day, Lanz is still the same guy that no one aspires to be. But at night? In the dungeons? He becomes Zero, an anonymous hunter operating outside the system, clearing high-tier raids solo, and slowly building a legend no one can trace. The world thinks he’s a joke. He’s about to become its biggest problem.

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there. Then, the sky cracked open. A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive. People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this: [Limitless Weapon Mastery] "Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential." No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill? But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth: It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

I moved into this house for peace. What I found was a voice — whispering beneath the floorboards. At first, I thought it was in my head. Sleep-deprived illusions, the old wood creaking. But the voice grew louder. It called my name. It told me things only I should know. It begged. It threatened. It wept. And every time I listened... I changed. As days blur into nights and reality slips through the cracks, I no longer know if I’m the only one living here. Or if the house is alive — feeding on me, molding me, watching me. This is not just a haunting. This is a descent — into the darkest parts of a mind, and a house that refuses to let go. You might hear them too, once you start reading. But be warned… The deeper you listen, the louder they become.

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

Shirley investigates the world and solves mysteries everywhere. She questions the suspects, examines the clues, follows every lead she has, and stops the person or persons behind the case when she cracks the case. Later, she teams up with a girl named Diane Walker, who helps her solve cases. Working together, they believe that they can solve any mystery that comes their way.

Elara Velintra wasn’t supposed to survive the fall—but she did. Now haunted by a cursed wand, a sentient blob named Moko, and a laugh that doesn’t belong to her, Elara returns to Windvale Academy with something broken inside. What begins as an accident soon spreads. Laughter infects the halls, memory twists itself into illusions, and students start to crack beneath their smiles. As the only one who remembers what silence feels like, Elara must decide: suppress the darkness growing inside her—or weaponize it. Because at Windvale, no one really cries. They just laugh louder.

In a decaying future where reality is held together by ancient, invisible threads, the world relies on a mysterious force known as the Loom to maintain the Laws of existence. Every cycle, thousands are Chosen—dragged into the Vestige Layer, a fragmented nightmare realm where survival unlocks power and the Laws of the universe become weapons. But when Cael Ren, a street-born orphan from the industrial underbelly of New Kaelstrom, is Called, something goes wrong. The Loom tries to erase him. Instead, it fractures. Marked by a cracked crescent sigil and denied a Law, Cael awakens in the Vestige not as a Chosen, but as something unwritten—Threadless. His presence distorts the rules, defies the system, and draws the attention of forgotten horrors that remember a time before the Loom existed. Now, hunted by Lawbound abominations, distrusted by survivors, and stalked by an ancient presence whispering through his blood, Cael must unravel the secrets of his own origin—and the truth behind the so-called “Last Law” that even the gods tried to forget. Because the Loom is failing. And the last thread might be him.

In the scorching village of Ẹkààrò, hunger runs deeper than the cracked red earth. Iyiola known simply as Iyi is no ordinary young man. Born with water in his lungs and stars in his palms, he carries a restless hunger that food cannot fill. What he truly craves is gold a symbol of power, wealth, and escape from a life tethered by poverty. By day, Iyi drifts through the dusty streets stained by Lagos grime. By night, he dives into the flickering glow of cyber cafes, hacking and scamming his way toward a dream that slips further away with every stolen dime. When danger closes in, he flees into the rain-soaked shadows, chased not just by men but by something ancient and unseen. An enigmatic herbalist offers Iyi a cryptic choice: to leave the world he knows behind and journey into a hidden realm where true wealth is weighed not by coins or diamonds, but by the soul’s price. With a bar of black soap pulsing like a heartbeat in his hands, Iyi steps into a world both familiar and surreal a silent market where riches vanish like smoke and where he is no longer one of them. The Weight of Gold is a gripping urban fantasy that explores the price of ambition, the pull of heritage, and the perilous quest for a treasure that could cost everything. Will Iyi find the gold he seeks or lose himself chasing it?

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

Due to the sudden opening of dimensional gates, massive earthquakes tore through the Earth. A deep, unearthly sound cracked across the sky — as if the world itself had been struck by a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered, “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open and the Dimensional gate from… Monsters are pouring out as they are tearing apart humans — Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving for the bunkers.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway. The ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second, In the world unlike Earth, Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror. He got reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thank you !.

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

Zone-9 isn’t a world. It’s a stage. And Rael? He’s not the actor—he’s forced to be the director, without a script. Ten zones. Ten leaders. One system that can’t be opposed. But when Rael uncovers a forbidden file called “The Glass,” the line between reality and simulation begins to crack. Citizens start dreaming. Cities begin to shift. And the mirror… starts reflecting something that isn’t him.

She was made of stitched silence. And once-not for once-a man's hollow voice never left his shadow. Arora Emersyn-believes her nightmares are fiction. But fiction doesn't leave bruises in your soul. Ranyald Alsrio-is no savior. He lives in the cracks of the world; where monsters wear ties and justice isn't legal. And fate, cruel and exact brings her into his world. Fragile, forgotten still stained in ways she can't see. She was his unfinished chapter. He was her buried truth. In a love laced with secrets, sins, and second chances, will their reverie remain a dream-or bloom into something far more dangerous?

On the night the sky cracks open, 18-year-old Orion’s life changes forever. Thrust into a hidden world of gods, monsters, and forgotten truths, he must uncover the mystery behind his strange connection to the stars — and why powerful beings are suddenly taking interest in him. A mythic journey begins. Power awakens. And fate is no longer written in stone.

Reyhan Alther died at the age of 20 and was reincarnated… as the wind. Formless and directionless, he drifted through a new world filled with wonder and cruelty. But from that breeze, everything began. With a mysterious power called the Divine Spirit System, Reyhan slowly rose—guiding spirits, gathering followers, and changing the course of the world. From a lonely gust, he became a figure known as Father… even to the gods. A battle of fate awaits. But before that, there's still time for the wind to whisper… and maybe crack a small joke or two.

“On Nexus—a world ten times bigger than Earth where gods, beasts, witches, and much more run wild—power is everything. And Shiro? He does what he wants… and he’s got the hands to back it up.” Dark-skinned, handsome and grinning with two shining gold fangs, Shiro walks like a king without a crown. His long white dreads swing like a wild mane behind him. His custom wolf-hide gauntlets click softly as he stretches his fingers, ready to crack skulls—or gently grab the thick waist of the next dangerous beauty who tries him.