Crooks Hollow

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother's isolated house to settle its affairs, she uncovers a dusty rotary phone in the attic—one that rings despite being unplugged. Answering it, she hears Ellie, a terrified girl claiming to be hiding in the same house in 1999, hunted by a masked man with a burlap face and a rusty knife. As the calls persist, Mara's reality fractures: muddy footprints appear, objects shift to echo her childhood, and a scar forms on her arm mirroring Ellie's wounds. The house bends time, pulling her into a nightmare where her father's grief-twisted memory stalks her across decades. Haunted by diaries she doesn't recall writing and visions of a past she's buried, Mara unravels a chilling truth. In a house echoing with loss, she fights to end the cycle, but even victory leaves a hollow—a whisper of the past that never fully fades. "The Girl I Buried" is a psychological horror tale of memory, identity, and the ghosts we stitch from our own wounds, blending visceral dread with a haunting emotional core.

Raze was nothing—a weak, powerless boy scorned by everyone in his world. Born with neither strength nor talent, he was destined for mediocrity, trapped in a kingdom where only the strong ruled. But fate was crueler than he imagined. Betrayed and left to die, his story should have ended there. Yet, in the abyss of death, something awakened within him. A power older than time itself—a void that devoured all, reshaping him into something far beyond mortal comprehension.

“My only regret was.. living like a puppet for my sister!” Olivia Witherland had no one but her sister in this world. So when her sister Oriana married the duke of Aykroyd and became the duchess, she had no choice but to follow her there. Despite knowing that her sister had killed the previous duchess and going to harm the child left behind, she kept her eyes closed. But when the child grew up as Demon,he killed everyone including her and the innocent kids, Oriana gave birth to. Olivia regretted that her silence had harmed not only Damon but her innocent nephew and niece. Everyone was killed, but the killer lived a hollow life too. But fate gave her a second chance. Would she be able to save everyone or would destiny play a cruel game again?

The city of Eryndral is dying. The air is thick with fog. The streets rot from the inside out. People vanish without a trace, and those who return… are never the same. Something is lurking beneath the city. Watching. Waiting. Choosing. For Armon Vex, a disgraced doctor, death was inevitable. He just never expected to wake up afterward. A wraith found him in the dead of night. It did not speak. It did not breathe. It only watched. And when it finally reached for him, it hollowed him out from the inside. Armon died screaming.And the Wraith opened its eyes.It has no name. No past. Only hunger. A fractured mind trapped in a stolen body, its existence is an unraveling puzzle of whispers, instincts, and something far worse—memories that do not belong to it. Grotesque transformations twist flesh into something unnatural, and every new revelation peels back another layer of its existence. The more it fights, the less human it becomes. The more it remembers, the more it realizes it was never meant to exist. But as Eryndral collapses into madness, the Wraith is not the only thing awakening. There are gods buried beneath the city. Forgotten knowledge locked behind doors that should never be opened. The system that binds the world does not offer power it feeds on it. And something far older is hunting it from the shadows.Because the Hollowveil does not just consume. It creates and the Wraith is only its first

Gu Yan, the long-lost true heir of the wealthy Gu family, was finally found and brought home. Filled with hope, he dreamed of reuniting with his family, only to discover that he was an unwelcome outsider. His parents doted on the adopted son, Gu Hang, while the rest of the family treated Gu Yan with cold indifference. Enduring humiliation and abuse, he clung to the faint hope of earning their love, but all he received was betrayal and pain. At the brink of death, Gu Yan had an epiphany—these shallow affections were never worth his sacrifice. Reborn and resolute, Gu Yan no longer yearned for their hollow warmth. With a cold heart and a sharp mind, he plotted his revenge, determined to make those who wronged him pay. The once meek and submissive pushover transformed into a rising star in the business world, his brilliance impossible to ignore. The Gu family, who had once dismissed him as worthless, now watched in shock as he ascended to heights they could never reach. When Gu Yan stood at the pinnacle of success, looking down at those who had scorned him, the Gu family begged for his forgiveness. But Gu Yan merely smiled faintly and said, "Sorry, but you no longer have a place in my world."

Vincent Caine, a washed-up movie director whose career collapsed under the weight of his own unfulfilled ambition, awakens in a void — a pitch-black theater where the only spotlight is fixed on his own sweating, broken face. The laughter of an unseen audience echoes around him, sharp and unnatural, twisting his pain into their entertainment. His memories are gone, save for a single truth: his name. A booming voice — equal parts ringmaster and executioner — congratulates Vincent on his "win." The prize? A new life. Not because of talent or purpose, but a simple roll of the dice. He is to inhabit the body of another heartbroken indie director, recently felled by a heart attack, his corpse held in unnatural suspension. As Vincent's consciousness spirals through the emerald vortex of his forced rebirth, the lines between performance and reality blur. The faceless crowd’s laughter follows him like a haunting score. Memories that are not his begin to surface — the indie director’s unfinished scripts, his fears, his distant relationships. But Vincent’s own past remains a blank canvas, gnawed at by a presence that seems to slither through his mind. What awaits him in this new life is more than just another chance at directing — it's a waking nightmare of fabricated success and lingering failure. Every interaction feels staged, every relationship like a hollow performance. The question isn't just who Vincent will become in this borrowed life — it's what dark hand is pulling the strings behind the curtain, orchestrating this surreal second act. And the ever-present, unnatural laughter? It never stops. Because the show must go on.

Born under a rare and ominous blood moon, Lyra Blackwood inherits more than just her family’s name; she inherits a terrifying curse. As she approaches her sixteenth birthday, strange occurrences plague the village of Hollow Creek, and Lyra discovers a hidden chamber in her ancestral manor containing a mysterious amulet. Touching it unleashes a torrent of visions and reveals the dark secret of her bloodline: she is destined to become a werewolf. Her first transformation is a nightmare, a descent into primal rage and uncontrollable bloodlust. Lyra struggles to control the beast within, seeking answers and a cure while evading a shadowy society of werewolf hunters who have been tracking the Blackwood family for generations. Amidst the chaos, she finds an unexpected connection with a local hunter, Liam, whose own past is intertwined with the Blackwood legacy. As their bond deepens, they uncover the true nature of the amulet—an artifact of immense power that could either break the curse or amplify it. Lyra must confront her inner demons, navigate treacherous alliances, and face the leader of the hunter society in a climactic battle under the crimson moon. The fate of Hollow Creek, and her own soul, hangs in the balance as she fights to forge a new legacy from the ashes of the old.

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!

Adam's life was a hollow existence-drifting without purpose, just waiting for the end. That all changed when he found a mysterious book... and woke up in a brutal new world where war is law, peace is weakness, and magic shapes reality. Thrown into a land of ruthless warriors, powerful sorcery, and warring races, Adam refuses to be a pawn of fate. He will rise, fight, and defy destiny itself-because this time, he won't lose the people he cares about. Not again.

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?

In a world where cultivation is bound to celestial cycles, and power is drawn from the balance of life and decay, a young outcast named Jin Morai is cursed with the rare Withering Veil Physique—a constitution that allows him to absorb the dying breaths of all living things. Feared as a harbinger of misfortune, Jin is abandoned at birth and left to perish in the forbidden Hollow Vale, where spirits of the forgotten linger. However, within the vale, he is taken in by a mysterious, imprisoned entity known only as Grandmother Night, a being whose whispers are laced with both wisdom and madness. Under her tutelage, Jin learns the forbidden art of Necro-Cultivation, a path that does not rely on Qi from the heavens, but instead extracts power from the decay of existence itself. With every wilted petal, every fallen warrior, every dying star, Jin grows stronger. As the Celestial Sects prepare for the next great Ascension War—a battle that determines the ruling cultivators of the next millennium—Jin, now known as the Pale Reaper, emerges from the shadows. His power defies the natural order, bending the cycle of reincarnation itself. With the echoes of the dead at his back and the weight of fate upon his shoulders, Jin must decide: Will he use his cursed gift to tear down the heavens and build a new world, or will he succumb to the endless hunger of the Withering Moon?

In Gorse Hollow, a quiet town shadowed by strange lights, Lila Carter’s boyfriend Jake vanishes after a pulsing green glow swallows him. As Lila searches for answers, she uncovers a chilling truth: an alien race, the Xytherans, has descended to experiment on humans and forcibly reproduce with women, desperate to revive their dying population after a cosmic plague wiped out most of their kind. Love, betrayal, and murder entangle Lila and her growing circle of allies and suitors, while the aliens’ sinister plans threaten to destroy everything.

Ezra Veyne was just an ordinary reader. A fan of Chronicles of the Eternal Throne, a novel where fate is absolute, heroes rise, and villains fall. Then he died. And woke up as Calveros Nacht, the novel’s greatest villain—a warlord fated to die at the hands of the so-called hero, Aurelian Veris. At first, Ezra thinks he can use his knowledge of the story to survive. He has a status window, just like every noble in this world. His system is normal. Or at least, it should be. Then he notices it. A hidden stat that flickers in and out of existence. [Sanity: ???] A system warning that appears when no one else is watching. [Correction Pending…] And worst of all—Aurelian Veris isn’t acting like the hero he remembers. Their paths were never supposed to cross this early. The academy was never supposed to summon them for an emergency. And a student was never supposed to die before the story even began. Ezra thought he had time. Now, fate itself is breaking. The world isn’t just resisting his existence—it’s trying to erase him. But if he is going to be erased, he refuses to go down as a forgotten mistake. If the world wants a villain, he’ll give it one. Even if it means tearing reality apart with him.

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled. His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it. A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!” On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster. He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining. He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet. He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun. … For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them. Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.”

He was summoned to this world to save it. He fought for it, to save his sister. Shawn was an emerging engineer before a portal pulled him and his cousin from Earth. He was told by the person who summoned him that they would save the world. Except, his summoner just used the last of her divinity to get him here, and they're outmatched against her insidious, power-hungry brother. He commands an army of zealots determined to make the world whole, or shatter what’s left of the hollow planet to pieces. But Shawn has a mission of his own, to find his sister, kidnapped to this strange planet of gods, magic and monsters. He makes a deal to help his depowered summoner, in exchange for helping launch a rescue mission, and imbues a dangerous power into himself. Now armed with the powers of fire, ice, and force, plus his engineering knowledge, he'll equip his friends with cutting-edge weapons and equipment inspired by Earth technology to give them the edge they need, and jump-start a magitech revolution. Shawn and his allies will delve deep into this nested realm of monsters, mysteries, and secrets, toward the core world in their efforts to confront a tyrant deity… Take flight into the depths of Remaria! What to expect: * A fantasy adventure into a fractured world, with detailed worldbuilding and complex characters. The main POV is Shawn for 80-90% of the story. * Progression elements are more than numbers--allies will bond, powers will grow, and tech will advance. * Violence and danger are lurking elements in Remaria, as are mysteries and secrets buried within the depths of the world. * Rating: PG-13. There's violence, the heroes have old wounds in their past, and some language. Expect some sensual content of a non-explicit kind down the line. * This story is a somewhat slow burn. The characters will keep progressing, as will the dangers they face.

[2025 WSA Entry] Deep in the heart of Vyrandia, where bloodlines dictate worth and magic defines fate, a child is born. But he is born with nothing. No Vis to shape the world. No gifts to mark him as blessed. A hollow vessel, empty and powerless. A disgrace to his father’s bloodline. And so, he and his mother are cast out—left to the mercy of the cold. But as his life slips away, something stirs in the silence. Something buried. Something forgotten. When he awakens, he is no longer just an exiled child. He is something unnatural. Taken in by the Wardens, the last remnants of an ancient order sworn to maintain balance between the mortal and spirit worlds, Ravenn is thrust into a reality far beyond what he ever imagined. The world is fracturing. Monsters of old are rising. Forgotten truths surface. And within him, a power unlike any other begins to awaken. As the Wardens send him on missions—to cursed villages, ancient libraries, and forgotten civilizations, each filled with whispers of the past, and the horrors coming—Ravenn begins to uncover the fractures in the world’s foundation. The echoes of something ancient call to him, pulling him toward a fate entwined with forces long thought extinguished. But he is not the only one searching, not the only one burdened with purpose. There are others—hunters and allies alike who have waited for his return, gods who fear what he might become, and enemies who will do anything to bury the past he is destined to unearth. Because to them, some echoes are best left buried. But for him, every echo will rise.

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."

Having been confessed by the person you in love with must be a dream come true. That happened to me. However, I found out later that the confession is not meant for me but for my classmate named Kyzer. he’s handsome, rich, and popular. On top of that, he’s a top student. It all happened because of the tiger costume I am wearing . Feeling defeated, I went back home with a bleeding heart. On my way toward home, a white van stopped in front of me and abducted me. I was abducted because they thought I was Kyzer thanks to the costume. A series of misfortunes befell to me one after another. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. Then I become the subject of a weird experiment. In the next day, I woke up in my bed by a loud ringing and discovered some weird widgets floating in front of my vision. I learned later that the peaceful city I was living till today is now in an apocalyptic situation. Demonic creatures were running rampant causing chaos to the land. Using my System, I will survive in this apocalypse.

James Oswald was born into the Oswald family, one of the big Families that control California's upper society and one of the state's most prominent and affluent families. James was supposed to take on the role of success since he was the direct heir to the family. However, he never received any love from his grandfather, William Oswald, the strong patriarch. William appeared to view James as a letdown from a young age; in fact, he even asked James's mother, Amelia Wilson, to leave the family home with her kids.... One night James Oswald had a wet dream and accidentally ejaculated on the antique lotus jade pendant, and his supernatural power was activated from then on. He could no longer control his desire for women, especially mature women... So he started his journey to hunt MILFs. He will get every women he likes by hook or by crook. 【 Disclaimer: There could be mistakes in the chapters, when one has to write 10K a day, the chances of things being left out are pretty obvious. So, if you understand what that sentence means, just ignore the minor mistakes, but if you want to point out grammatical mistakes, please do so. I will correct them as soon as possible.】 【 Additional Tags: Harem, DUAL CULTIVATION + MILF + URBAN + R18 】

In a planet-sized Arena where blood buys freedom and silence is survival, a nameless slave known only as Scrap fights to live another day. Cold, efficient, and hollowed by a past he can’t recall, he wields a sword with lethal precision amid a chaos of warriors and manipulative Spectators.

Do you believe in magic? The answer of most will be no. But what if magic DID exsist? To some, it might just be your typical average story. But this has an element of unpredictability mixed in between. Diane Lewis was a normal teenage girl from an aristocratic family. But since she met HIM, her view of the world turned upside down. "How is that even possible?" She asked, mouth agape. He smiled at her, showing a perfect set of snow-white teeth. "With magic, anything is possible." Horn your skills and train your ability. "I will protect you." She said, with a determined gaze. "You can Barely even protect yourself. You are not strong enough." He retorted. "Then, just wait for Me to get stronger." She said, with a smile. "You have no right to be here. We cut ties remember?" He said, glaring at her fiercely. "I am not here for you. I am here for the family. I still have people I treasure here. So let me through or else..." She completed her statement by majestically drawing out her sword. So many secrets lay hidden. Injustice in the form of justice. Lies, fabricated to become truth. Deception roams around, unleashed. And a Naive girl, who had never seen the shadow that lurked around in the abyss. Will she Survive? Will she fail? It is up to you to find out.

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

Join Ryan on his extraordinary journey to ascend to Godhood as he travels across multiple worlds, each filled with unique challenges and limitless opportunities for growth: Limitless: Unlock the full potential of the brain with NZT drugs. Resident Evil: Push human limits with virus enhancements that grant superhuman strength, agility, and regeneration. Hunter x Hunter: Master the art of Nen, developing a powerful and unique ability. One Piece: Become a legend by mastering Haki, swordsmanship, and the powers of a Devil Fruit. Fairy Tail: Wield Light Dragon Slayer magic and evolve into a powerful dragon, rivaling the Acnologia. Naruto: Master a vast network of bloodline abilities, ascending to the level of an Otsutsuki. Bleach: Harness the powers of both Soul Reaper and Hollow, breaking all limits with Hōgyoku. Lord of Mysteries: Embark on the Hunter pathway and ascend to divinity as a Red Priest God. Warhammer 40,000: Conquer the immaterium and rise as a new Chaos God. Witness Ryan's epic rise as he masters unimaginable abilities, confronts gods and monsters, and reshapes entire worlds on his path to absolute divinity. ___________________________ "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com"

In a land ruled by vile monsters, where death is common and life is cruel, one outcast endeavors to have it all. While there are many misconceptions related to goblins, such as their horrid looks or lack of intelligence, their small stature isn't one. But, that doesn't stop Stryg from aspiring to his belief of greatness: power, prestige, and food with salt. When fate drags Stryg from his forest home and into the ruthless city of Hollow Shade he must learn that some monsters live everywhere.

[WSA 2025 Entry] [You have inherited The Class Huntsman Of Death.] ...... Deathborne. A game that I couldn’t stop playing in my free time.  A game that hooked me to the core. A game that I was determined to finish and achieve the true happy ending by hook or crook. You might be wondering why. It's because no matter what choices I made, no matter how much I tried, it always ended with a bad ending. An ending with the protagonist winning at the cost of innumerable sacrifices and being left alone as the last surviving human. Would you enjoy a movie, novel, or game that ends with only the hero surviving? Would you like such an ending? Of course not. Neither could I. That's why I tried my hardest and kept trying. Alas, despite all my efforts, I have yet to reach the true happy good ending. That's why I kept on grinding to achieve a good ending until I got that message. [Congratulations, player Mr. Per781, for clearing all hidden conditions. You are now eligible to access the hidden route, as deemed by the game developer.]  [Do you want to proceed?]  [Yes] [No]  In the next moment, I felt my soul getting dragged by and my consciousness getting detached from the main body. Being a hardcore otaku, I knew what was going on. I almost showed a middle finger and screamed, "I will commit suicide in another world if you drag me." Just then hand emerged from the screen and pulled me into the monitor leaving the room empty which resonated with my last words. "FUCKING HELLLL!"

An ocean of energy, that is the universe. The source matter comes from, the foundation of everything, and there is a prerequisite to touch it. Lucas was a soldier who almost met an unfortunate end. Fortunately, that was his chance at touching the extraordinary. But as we all know, everything has a price, and this one demands immediate payment before it can be enjoyed. On this journey, what will Lucas find? What will he lose? Will his character stay the same, introverted, indifferent and unmotivated? Will his heart stay hollow or will it be filled? And by filling it, is he opening the way for tragedies? After all, caring means risking pain when losing. In the end, were Humans' Limits for their own good? ______________ Money ? Fame ? Good but transient. The best investment would always be in oneself. We came to this world with only a soul and a body molded from energy. Unfortunately, like everything in the world, we were born shackled. I got lucky enough to see the path so I shall seek intrinsic elevation and transcend human limits. _______&_______ A soldier almost dying in the desert Needing to run from death after coming back to life Forced to jump into a pit after throwing death off his ass . "Can I at least have my heart soothed by some soft curves? They don't need to be too big." https://discord.com/invite/KgWYhBGYzv

Just as he wakes up in the hospital, Rhodes is driven to marry his dead fiancee. However, this ploy to steal his inheritance doesn’t work in their favor. Rhodes abandons his hollow life after losing his memories… to follow the trail of a mysterious man who appeared at his wedding. It leads him back to his unlikely hometown and the site of his first demise. Killian only wants a life of his choosing. However, his family’s self-instated mission as keepers of the spiritual realm keeps interfering with his dreams. His sole lucky stroke is running into Rhodes again. Riches, secrets, and ghosts converge in the new life they wove together. A ghost hotel attracts all kinds of spirits that might harm the people… or give answers to Rhodes’s strange amnesia. Will they balance everything in the two worlds, or will they cause one disaster after another? This is a work of fiction. All similarities to real people and events are all coincidental.

Looking at the hollow building with windows wide open-broken, looking like wide eyes Staring at the destruction. He was weak all over as he fought the dizziness, he wanted to stay alive he truly did but the weight of what has occurred few minutes back seems to wear down up on his soul. looking at himself with blood pumping out from his chest where the iron rod has penetrated him looking down to his legs twisted as if ensuring he wouldn't try to walk again. He looked at the pink colored sky with a single word leaving his mouth. " Why". Before slipping to unconsciousness his life and death unknown

the Red Door, a metaphorical door that represents the subconscious mind, specifically the deepest, darkest fears and desires of an individual. It also the gateway to the Red Room," a physical space where individuals are trapped and forced to confront their darkest fears. When someone is under the influence of the "Red Door's spell, they're forced to confront their deepest fears and anxieties, which can lead to a breakdown of their mental state or the awakening of their lucid. Those who loose their minds are turned into fractured hollows or a source of any escalated trauma. Then those who survive the door, becomes dream walkers, lucid humans with powers related to dreams. After an incident at an infected farm house near the Abandoned King’s Cross Station, Kael a low star dream walker encounters an escalated trauma, that changes his life for the better or for the worse. What was supposed to be an F-Rank trauma, ended up to be something more ancient and deep with conspiracies.

In a world where magic is as dangerous as the men who wield it, Havyn, a human-born shape-shifting druid, and Selene, a dark elf warlock bound by blood and shadow, claw their way through the ruins of their shattered childhoods. Both survivors of cruelty and loss, they are thrown together by fate and the unrelenting hunt of slavers, mercenaries, and darker forces lurking in the wilds. Once innocent children, now something else entirely, they navigate a brutal world where power is earned in blood. Havyn, marked by an ancient connection to the Wild, struggles to control the primal force awakening inside him. Selene, a girl born into chains, carries secrets of her own—a magic both feared and hunted, whispering promises of vengeance.