Tattered Stitches

Five hundred years after his death, Orion awakens in the aristocratic Reyes family—one of the five ruling houses of the Petrosyan Confederacy. With both his experience and trauma from another life, he must carve his own path in a world shaped by power, technology, and ruthless ambition. On a mission to Cerros-7, in the heart of a bustling market, a woman draped in tattered veils appears before him, her ember-like eyes burning with eerie intensity. With a grip as cold as death, she seizes his hand and whispers a prophecy that sends a chill down his spine: "The sky must fall for your star to rise, A veil of despair shrouds crimson skies. Through ash and ember, your brilliance softly flies, A light reborn where endless darkness lies." As he navigates treacherous politics, genetic evolution, and a destiny far greater than himself, Orion must uncover the truth, before the prophecy becomes his undoing. Tags: [Reincarnation | Fantasy | Superpowers | Survival | System | Genes | Evolution] Schedule: [12 chapters/week] Chapter Length: [1200-1400 words]

"In Qiyuan, kissing is an act of mutual surrender. To ask for a kiss is to ask someone to be yours, while offering yourself in return. On that note, making love is a common practice and is regarded as deeply romantic." —Book 1 of Romances in Qiyuan— Haruki had no memories prior to his awakening. With only his black katana and his name to ground him in an identity, he lived through every encounter on pure instinct and a great deal of luck. But it wasn't until he locked eyes with Lanling, those sky-blue orbs gazing at him with the stillness of a lake, that he believed his luck had finally peaked. Shamelessly, he integrated into General Lanling Cheng's army, finding the man even more pleasing to his eyes the longer he watched over him. But as Haruki learned more about his new idol, he began to realize just how deep their connection ran, how precious the memories stolen from him were, and how deeply he loved this man. No matter how many times his mind was wiped clean, his feelings seemed to cross beyond the boundaries of memory, for he had long branded the image and name of Lanling Cheng into the very depths of his soul. He could only hope for a day when the curse that plagued them—this curse that relentlessly tested their love—would finally be shattered, and they could live on with their lives in peace. ~#~#~#~#~#~ [Volumes Synopsis] —Volume 1 [1-50] Amidst the war between the Silver Dragons and the Black Pythons, familiar faces and voices seemed to emerge from nowhere, as though fate itself were playing a cruel game, tugging relentlessly at Haruki’s mind—almost desperate to make him remember his past. But to Haruki, the most important thing was meeting and shamelessly flirting with the general, so he couldn’t care less. Besides, Lanling had told him not to remember, and who was he to disobey his future wife? —Volume 2 [51-145] Haruki and his friends find themselves in a typical isekai setting! At least, that's what Haruki originally thought. But soon, he realized the waters in the palace ran deep, and his connection to whatever schemes were brewing here stretched all the way back to before he even came to... Earth? So, he's a local? Oh, and there’s that Lanling Cheng… Haruki: ...God, why is he so hot? —Volume 3 [146~300] Lanling lost his best friend… his boyfriend… his fated lover. And the loneliness brought by the sudden emptiness gripped his heart every day, almost driving him mad, scorching anyone who dared touch his reverse scale. But just as he gave up dodging the oncoming claws of a chimera, the wind swept him away—into a familiar embrace. Haruki had come back. With a new identity, a new family, and a new… fiancé?! Lanling was in tatters. How had his boyfriend become someone else’s fiancé?? Determined to win him back, he appoints Haruki as his knight, keeps him by his side at all times, and climbs into his bed at night… ~#~#~#~#~#~ —2 chs/day [12PM GMT-6] or [2AM GMT+8] [M]—Mature Content Contact: https://discord.gg/cMqPN7WVbf Best Unca Consultant: Zeriq Haruk [for worldbuilding] PS: Idk why I started adding the synopsis for every volume, but I'm silly enough to keep em going xD

Jason, a modern man beset by a cascade of personal tragedies, finds his life in tatters after the political upheaval of a military junta in his country. Losing his job, home, and, most painfully, his family, he succumbs to despair. In a moment of profound grief, he attempts to end his life, only to be given a second chance by a mysterious force that transports him to a vastly different world. Jason awakens in the Pagan Empire during its twilight years, reincarnated as Prince Aung, a young royal in a kingdom teetering on the brink of collapse under the rule of its last tyrant king. With memories of his past life intact and a magical system that offers guidance and power, Jason must navigate through a labyrinth of ancient magic, political intrigue, and cultural conflictsWill he become the savior of the Pagan Empire that go down to the annals of history? Or will he be remembered as the tyrant who reshaped history with a blade? (Disclaimer: This is the work of fictional no character or story reflect and represent on the real historical figures and history.) I changed the title because it is too long.

"Ah, do gather ‘round, my dear, doomed darlings! Let me tell you a tale stitched together with silk and sinew, of a world that weeps and wails yet waltzes on, oh-so-beautifully, toward its inevitable doom! A tale where a bastard prince—oh, do forgive me, a Yellow Bastard, no less!—dances through the carnage with a grin sharper than a guillotine’s kiss. The war? Endless. The dead? Numerous. The fools who think they can win? Oh, darling, they’re my favourite! And me? HA! I am but the Jester of Fate, laughing at the script I can recite but never rewrite! There is love, yes! Blood-soaked, broken, bitterly beautiful love! There is horror, the kind that makes even monsters shudder! And there is a melody—a requiem for the dreamers who thought they could defy the abyss. So, my sweet, step right up! Watch as kings fall, messiahs burn, and devils waltz upon the graves of gods! It is all so, so funny, don’t you think? No? Ah, well. Laugh or weep, the requiem plays on. And so do we."

“BEYOND THE STARS: PANGAEA SOCIETY” is a gripping blend of dark fantasy and science fiction that follows the journey of Caine, a once-mistreated prodigy who, after the collapse of his world, is transported into a reality he created for himself. Originally a player in the full-body VR game Beyond Reality, Caine becomes the ruler of Pangaea, a continent-sized land inhabited solely by monsters, where humans are forbidden. Having evolved from a powerless, betrayed figure in the real world, Caine now commands an empire of supernatural beings: the Sovereigns and Stars, god-like entities created to serve him and protect his realm. When the game suddenly shuts down, Caine finds himself inexplicably transported into the body of his character. His real-world body dies, but his soul survives, now bound to his monstrous kingdom in space. The world outside is destroyed, and Pangaea is left floating alone in the void, protected by a massive barrier and sustained by artificial light created by Metatron, the first angel. Unraveling the mystery behind the world’s destruction, Caine sets off on a quest to explore the stars and uncover the truth behind the devastation. As Caine and his Sovereigns, including the devil Lucifer, the titan Ymir, and the dragon Tiamat, work together to rebuild a new system of magic and technology, they begin to explore the vast, empty expanse of space. Their goal is to find any surviving worlds, to understand the nature of the unknown being who wiped out reality, and to seek control over their floating kingdom. The narrative weaves between Caine’s inner struggles with his god-like power and the vast, unfamiliar cosmos that lies ahead. Alongside his Sovereigns, he begins to encounter beings beyond his understanding, creatures and forces that defy logic, magic, and science. Each discovery, each encounter with otherworldly entities, raises more questions about the true nature of the universe and his place within it. In this tale of ambition, survival, and self-discovery, Caine must navigate the challenges of ruling a floating nation, managing relationships with powerful allies, and solving the mysteries of a shattered world. Along the way, he will confront unknown forces, test the limits of his newfound power, and ultimately determine whether he is the savior of a lost world or the harbinger of its final end. Caine (Player Character) Height: 6'2" (188 cm) Build: Lean, muscular, with a toned but agile physique. Hair: Dark, almost black, medium-length, messy with a slight wave to it. Often kept somewhat unruly, a symbol of his troubled past. Eyes: Pale gray, almost silver, with an intense, piercing gaze that reflects his cold and calculating nature. Skin: Fair, with a slight pallor, a result of his years of isolation before entering the game world. Clothing/Armor: Wears a dark, ceremonial set of armor with intricate patterns that symbolize his ruling status over monsters. His armor is made of obsidian-black plates, with silver accents running down the chest and shoulders, and glowing symbols of light and dark etched into the surface. His armor includes a flowing, tattered black cloak that adds to his imposing, regal look. Aura: Dark yet commanding, a blend of celestial and demonic energy, reflecting both his cleric class and evolving into the Demon Lord/Monster King. --- Sovereigns 1. Metatron (Angel) Height: 7'0" (213 cm), towering and ethereal. Build: Majestic and muscular, exuding an aura of divine strength. Hair: Golden, shining like sunlight, long and flowing, almost ethereal in its beauty. Eyes: Piercing blue, glowing with holy energy. Skin: Pale, with a flawless, radiant glow. His skin almost seems to shimmer with an aura of light. Wings: Large, shimmering, iridescent wings with a subtle, golden hue. Clothing: A flowing white and gold robe that radiates with divine energy. The robe is adorned with intricate angelic

Riz is a fresh graduate who has been job hunting for a year. In terms of talent, he has no talent. Always a mediocre type of person. The only good point he has is that he is a hardworking person. After so many failed interviews, he starts to get dispirited. However, as he does not so easily give in to that feeling, he resolves to try his luck in the last interview he has. Indeed, it is his last interview. An accident occurs on his way there. When he opens his eyes, he is in the middle of the forest, tattered clothes with blood on it. "Th-this...", Riz was shocked as he found his body smaller than it should be. It didn't take him too much time to understand everything that happened. He becomes the youngest son of a count. Finding himself in the backward world, he who has no ambition previously is in a dilemma. At first, he just wants to live quietly and enjoy the richness and privilege as a noble. But then circumstances push him in a different direction. One event led to another, now he finds himself at the top of power.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

Within a desolate realm, where discarded worlds were stitched together, a rupture tore open, releasing a small child into the fragmented expanse. Above him, the sky revealed three eerie moons, while an ominous black mass loomed ominously in their wake. Disoriented and engulfed by a putrid stench, the child awakened amidst a swamp, its twisted trees groaning under an oppressive haze. In the distance, the echoing caws of crows intensified the sense of foreboding. A haunting figure emerged, laboring behind a cart laden with lifeless bodies. Fear and confusion gripped the child's heart as he began to grapple with the enigma of his own existence. Who was he, and what dire fate led him to this grim landscape? The grinning figure drew closer, exacerbating the boy's terror. Unbeknownst to him, his journey would unveil a profound transformation—an ascent to become the embodiment of fear itself, or perhaps... a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

In the bustling, magical marketplace of Velanthra, Elara, a young woman marked by a mysterious silver sigil on her temple, searches for a rare shard of starlight. Her quest leads her to Kael, a enigmatic man with an otherworldly presence, who possesses the very shard she seeks. Their encounter is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a Harbinger, a chaotic creature that hunts those touched by fate. Kael reveals that Elara’s mark is not a curse but a key to a powerful destiny. He is a Fatebinder, a guardian of the threads that weave the fabric of reality, and he has been searching for her. As the Harbinger closes in, Kael and Elara are forced to flee, embarking on a perilous journey to unlock the secrets of her mark. Together, they navigate a world of ancient magic, hidden prophecies, and dangerous foes. Along the way, their bond deepens, blending romance with the urgency of their mission. Elara must learn to harness her latent powers, while Kael struggles with his own haunted past and the weight of his duty. As they uncover the truth about the silver sigil, they realize that Elara’s destiny is intertwined with the fate of their world. She must choose between saving it or risking its destruction. With the Harbinger and other dark forces relentlessly pursuing them, Elara and Kael face a race against time to fulfill their roles in the grand tapestry of fate.

… At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village steeped only in the air of misery and the stench of death. He was far from ordinary though – for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many things, yet it gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his fate was sealed, destined to die like other children who succumbed to illness or starvation, then left him there alone. However, everything changed the day his village was attacked by unknown people. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, the attackers returned, searching for what they called "A breath that was left." Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur – six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Ryxhaton Empire. Then without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with danger, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El’s must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past – before it consumes all of him. … This novel is entirely work of fiction. The names, characters, and incident portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised. ...

A young Khan wakes up from a strange dream, a dream where he wore an armor of gold, ivory, and silk. Yet he lays on a mattress of some sort, wearing nothing but tattered rags. It was a dream, right? But it felt so real, the pain of metal piercing his neck, the impact of his dying body on the sandy floors of a world where the sky was a diminishing shade of turquoise, splotched with the occasional light, like a daunting prison cell. What an odd dream that was. (All content in this story is attributed to Deepwoken.)

Lin Tian, a quiet university student who prefers fantasy novels over football, never imagined his life would change with a single kick of a ball. One moment, he’s sitting on a grassy hill, lost in dreams of mystical realms and cultivation; the next, he’s tumbling into a river and waking up in an entirely new world. Stripped of his modern comforts, Lin Tian finds himself reincarnated as a destitute orphan in a bustling cultivation realm. With nothing but tattered clothes, an empty stomach, and a world full of dangers, Lin Tian must navigate life as a beggar in a place where strength and spirit roots determine one’s destiny. But Lin Tian’s life takes a dramatic turn when a chance encounter awakens a mysterious golden power within him—marking the start of his path as a cultivator. From fending off thugs to protecting the weak, Lin Tian's journey is anything but ordinary. As his newfound strength grows, so does his influence, attracting allies, rivals, and a harem of powerful women who are drawn to his rising star. Will Lin Tian rise above his humble beginnings to become a legend in this ruthless world of cultivation? Or will the weight of power, responsibility, and an ever-growing harem prove too much for him to handle? Join Lin Tian on his epic journey of survival, cultivation, and unrelenting ambition in a world where fate is forged by the strong and destiny bows to the brave.

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

Aether is a patchwork of realities, stitched together with the coarse threads of fate. The High Ones feast on floating islands, flouting the laws of gods and men. The Low Ones rot in the stench of the underbelly, dreaming of a breath of fresh air. Between them lie countless layers of existence, where magic intertwines with despair. Into this chaotic world steps the Unknown. His face is hidden beneath a cowl, and in his eyes burns the cold fire of the Abyss. He is no hero, no savior; he is a catalyst for change, ruthless and hypocritical. The Unknown seeks no followers; he is a solitary figure. He wanders Aether, sowing the seeds of knowledge, but not out of noble intent. His gift is a curse, a trial that breaks the weak and elevates the strong. He asks for no payment, but the price of his lessons is blood, sweat, and tears. He whispers the secrets of the universe into the ears of the outcast, but cares nothing for their fate. He is a spark that can ignite the flame of hope or burn everything to ashes. The story begins with Kael, a young thief from the underbelly who overhears the Unknown conversing with a spirit. Words laden with ancient magic and forbidden knowledge ignite within him a spark of ambition. He begins to stalk the Unknown, seeking to glean his secrets. But the Unknown is no teacher in the conventional sense. He does not give lessons; he creates situations in which his "students" are forced to learn to survive, adapt, and overcome. Kael becomes an unwitting witness to the Unknown's actions, seeing how his "gifts" alter the destinies of others, shattering the old order and giving rise to new chaos. He realizes that the Unknown does not strive for balance; he craves destruction, the rebirth of the world in the fires of the Abyss. And Kael, intoxicated by the power that newfound knowledge grants him, becomes a part of this chaos. Kael's path intersects with others who have also been "blessed" by the Unknown's touch. Some descend into madness, others become tyrants, and still others become martyrs. Each of them is a tool in the Unknown's hands, a pawn in his game with reality. And Kael must decide who he wants to be – a pawn or a player. "Coldfire" is a story about the price of knowledge, the dark side of power, and how even in the most ruthless chaos, there is a perverse beauty. It is a story not of heroes, but of survivors, not of salvation, but of transformation, not of light, but of the cold fire of the Abyss that consumes all in its path.

"201th, 202nd…" Zhou Can, an Intern of Tu Ya Hospital, a Grade A Provincial Tertiary Hospital, would silently count every stitch he finished. His target today was to complete 300 stitches and fight for a place in the House Officer recruitment two days later. [Congratulations on completing your 100,000th suture and triggering the EXP system. Medical skills and surgery practice can be obtained.] Zhou Can shook his head hard. What the hell is this? Something even more magical happened as he thought about it. An interface appeared in front of him. [Zhou Can, Intern.] [Pathology Diagnosis, Level Two. Current EXP: 89.5/100. Outstanding House Officer-level diagnosis ability.] A surgical legend was in the making.

Deep in the Dungeons of The Vampire continent, Vascalo, The sounds of a werewolves screams and howls reach far beyond its walls. Each day the same phrase echoes throughout the halls... "Vermouth...." Alpha, The Prince of all werewolves is a prisoner of Vascalo, is improsoned, being ruthelessly tortured day by day, by his psychotic ex vampire lover, each day crying out, "Vermouth." But after over a 150 years of torment he is finally set free and heads out on a quest of unquenchable Vengeance. Who or what is the mysterious Vermouth, and how did it lead to his imprisonment? And most of all will he enact Revenge on the woman who held him captive for 150 years? Excerpt from the story "Which do you choose?" A woman with pale white skin softly chanted. "Sex... or Suffering?" She stood over a man in chains licking her lips at him lustfully. The man below her, was a complete abomination. He had tattered skin and battered bones, torn apart from years of sadistic torture. His thick black hair had grown long both on his head and his face, nearly reaching the ground from both ends, and a smell as foul as death emanating from his pores. And yet... As the woman gazed upon the man, she looked at him not as an ugly monster, not of a broken soul, but as if he was the most beautiful object that occupied her world. The man leaned up, straining to look up at his captor through the chains that restrained him. As his frigid blue eyes met his captor, a silent rage poured over him. "I... will....." This story was inspired by Berserk the manga and is incredibly gory and may have traumatizing subject matter.

A world full of humanoid animals called Anisarians divided into 12 different habitat nations. Petty squabbles and past rivalries have erupted into all out World War between the nations, forcing all caught in the crossfire to choose a side. In the chaos are five interconnected stories of heroes and villains, mighty rulers, and humble refugees just trying to make it through the turbulent times they now find themselves unable to escape from. Only the strongest shall rule in an age of betrayal, conquest, and atrocities. But in a world turned monstrous. Some will not give in to what instinct demand's them to be in order to survive. Only time and blood will tell who will stand victorious, or rule over nothing but an empire of the fallen. Note: Some chapters may be unfinished. Still a work in progress as I figure out storylines, structure and motivations. Faction Guide: Allied powers: Ocean Monarchy, Forest Federation, Desert Republic, Northern Coalition. Axis powers: South Pole Empire, Deep Sea Confederation, Savannah Sovereignty, Swampland Horde. Neutral/Territory: Volcanic Isles, Jungle Nation, Tropical Tribesmen, Nocturnal Nomads. Mercenary factions: Army Ant Raiders. Fire Ant's. Visual Reference For look and Art style of each faction: https://www.pinterest.com/freedomforclone/_saved/ Character/allegiance/title/species Guide: OCEAN MONARCHY: Shena Veso. Lieutenant. Hybrid Shark. Fereen Vosento. Corporal. Flying Fish. Whelios Whelorum. Retired. Octopus. Dregadon Veso. Deceased. Great White. Nora Veso. Widow. Great White Neso: Private/gunner. Tiger Vesa: Private/medic. Queen angel fish. Kiros: Sgt. Sea turtle. Argus. Admiral. Sailfish. Koa. Prime Minister. Sea otter. SOUTH POLE EMPIRE: Veadora. Empress. Albatross. Ryana. Princess. Albatross. Aravos. Exiled Prince/Warden. Albatross. Garotan. Varangian Guard. Polar Bear. Nea. Servant. White Seal. JUNGLE NATION: Naru. Hunter. Orb Weaver Spider. Esiva. Seamstress. Orb Weaver Spider Nadia. Archer. Orb Weaver Spider. Naya. Weaver. Orb Weaver Spider. SAVANNA SOVEREIGNTY: Ryo Sen Serasi: Janissary. King Cobra. Chai'ra. Janissary Apprentice. Cheetah. Kenno. Commander. Crocodile. Darg. Sgt. Warthog. NORTHERN COALITION: Boreca. Queen. Snow Leopard. FACTION FLAGS/SYMBOLS South Pole Empire: White winged Diamond, light blue background. Ocean Monarchy: Three golden Scallop Shells. Sea blue background. Savanna Sovereignty: Golden scarab in center of golden sun, black background. Volcano Islanders: Five different flame's one atop the other representing four different clans. Red, orange, black, blue and white. Yellow background. Tropical tribesmen: Pink waterlily amidst light green background. Nocturnal Nomads: White crescent moon, white star at center. Black background. North Pole Coalition: White Snowflake amidst grey background. Forest Federation: Five light brown interwoven branches representing five different federation states united as one. Forest Green Background. Swampland Horde: Ring of tan teeth, representing ancestors of death to honor in life. Murky green background. Deep Sea Confederation. Conjoined purple lightning bolt striking downward like jellyfish tendrils. Solid black background to represent darkness of the depths. Jungle Nation: Light Green Hexagonal jade ore stone. Dark green background. Desert Republic: ? Garotan the great army of the fist. Iron grey fist set between black and dark green background. Kashan the outlaw prince army of the claw. Blood red claw marks amid bright green background. Army Ant Raiders: White Ant skull amid blood red tattered flag.

WSA 2025 ENTRY In a brutal world where weakness is a sin, Kael'tar reigned as the Demon Emperor for a thousand years—until his trusted general betrayed and killed him. Reincarnated into the lower realm, unfortunately, he’s not reborn as a mighty prince or a powerful warrior—he’s stuck in the body of a weak, lowly farmer. Stripped of his power and status, he faces a harsh new reality where survival is a daily struggle. Kael'tar looked at his hands: "I went from ruling empires to milking cows. What a downgrade." Kael'tar sighed dramatically. Kael'tar looked at his reflection in a muddy puddle, wearing tattered clothes "Great. Betrayed, killed, and now... I'm a farmer? I used to command armies, strike fear into the hearts of those so-called Gods, and now? I’m picking vegetables. Perfect. Maybe next life I can be reincarnated as a sword or a throne. At least they get to sit in one place and look important." "Alright, Kael'tar. Time to climb back to the top. One problem at a time. First: Figure out how to stop being dirt-poor. Second: Don’t get killed by farm animals. Third: Take over the world again. Simple." Can the fallen Demon Emperor rise again, or will this new life break him for good? The journey begins, and the world will tremble once more.

Barlon Sena is a boy who lived a boring life, his only happiest moments were with his Grandfather who made him have good times, forgetting his life situation. However, everything changes when his grandfather dies, leaving nothing more than a cap that he wore on his fishing trips. What no one knew was that that tattered and harmless cap held great power. Fisherman's tales were never lies.

On the day I was born, my village was struck by a series of bizarre events. First, Old Wang's white-haired dog, which had been with him for eight years, donned a black robe and stood upright, wandering the streets before stopping at my house to bow. Meanwhile, a horde of unusually large rats with blood-red eyes scurried through the streets, gathering at my doorstep and refusing to leave. This unusual sight enraged the village cats, sparking a fierce battle. Contrary to their usual behavior, the rats fearlessly clashed with the cats, leading to a gruesome scene with casualties on both sides. The villagers watched in stunned silence, while the elderly commented that such unnatural occurrences were omens of chaos as per ancient beliefs. That night, the strange occurrences continued with eerie opera singing emanating from an open space near my home. Curious onlookers ventured out only to discover the performers were figures made of paper, and the audience was a motley crew of supernatural beings surrounding a coffin. Inside the coffin, an old woman watched the spectacle with great interest. This sight terrified the villagers, who fled back to their homes, praying fervently for divine intervention from every deity they knew. The entire village, including my family, spent a sleepless night in fear. The following day, the creatures had vanished, leaving behind a mess that confirmed the night's events were not a dream. In rural areas, such supernatural incidents were often taken seriously, causing widespread alarm and speculation about a curse on my family. My grandfather, dressed in tattered clothes, rushed from the mountains and without explanation, began to beat my father and uncles severely, afterwards holding me and weeping bitterly. He ominously remarked that I was born a "bearer of sins, despised by both humans and ghosts," hinting at a mysterious affliction tied to my existence. That night, I developed a high fever and struggled between life and death, with my grandfather and uncles fighting off a malevolent spirit attempting to drain my life force. They fell ill from the ordeal, taking a month to recover. Years later, I learned of my grandfather's reasons for naming me Zhang Jiu Zui, meaning "Nine Sins," reflecting the burdens I carried from birth. Despite my introverted nature, inherited from my father's quiet demeanor, my grandfather took pride in my disinterest in worldly affairs, often taking me to his well-kept but humble abode filled with books on exorcism, folklore, and esoteric knowledge. I spent years immersed in these tales of demons and diviners, shaping my understanding of the world until academic pressures from high school forced me to visit less. My high school years ended in disappointment when illness ruined my chances at university exams, an event my grandfather oddly celebrated as fortunate. After deciding to retake the exams, my life took an unexpected turn when several luxury cars arrived at our village, heading straight for my grandfather's humble home. The well-dressed occupants from the cars approached with formal documents, knocking on his door with a sense of urgency and respect.

I'M BACK! Fang Muiren survive the apocalypse for 16 years and was planning to survive for more years, but for some reason he felt like living for 16 years is quite enough for a man like him. He could become a legend at this point for surviving that long while being blind. August 08, 2041 — on the way to 'pharmacy', Fang Muiren, one of the original members of Sursist Caravan, fought an entire horde alone, making his whole team escape and do their task, then die at the hand of the abhorrent. November 22, 2023 — a year before the apocalypse began and 15th month of pandemic. Fang Muiren woke up in a soft and scratchy object. He could vaguely guess it as a 'bed'. He place his hand at the bed and close his mind, thinking to scan the whole place. Did they save him? Did Emilito or Cassidy go back for him? Are they crazy? However, instead of shapes taking place and showing him where he is, all he could see is pitch black. His ability is not working. Instead of panicking, he started to feel the object and place he's in. He frowned. Indeed he's in a bed. There's a braille stitched to the upper side corner near a wooden object, it reads; Blue Comforter — Bed. Stupefied, he clumsily stood up and began to feel up everything. 'chair', 'window', 'pot', 'night table', 'lamp'... There's braille almost everywhere, as if this place was designed with his condition in his mind. Walking a little bit more, bumping things along the way, he reached something. "Closet...polo...tank..." God. What's happening? He knows where he is. He's in his room in their apartment. But, its impossible! the building was destroyed and turn to ash after an Abhorrent put it to fire. Is he in heaven? hell? "illusion?...no..." Fang Muiren, a man who rather face the cruel reality than fleet in a false dream world, for the First time wished that everything he's thinking is real. That this is reality, that he went back on time...not imagining or relieving his whole life. "Please be real...." • | • | Author: please come in, take a tour in this little world i am trying to create! *whisper: I hope i won't drop or delete this impulsively.* Author: enjoy! and pardon me for mistakes.... Release: Sporadic, but i hope will be continuous when school's over. COVER NOT MINE, CTTO

Lilith was the very definition of aristocratic perfection. From a young age, she shone as the brightest star in high society. Mastering exotic languages, stitching with meticulous precision, and gliding through ballrooms as if she were floating were as natural to her as breathing. Every smile was rehearsed, every word measured, and every movement designed to reinforce her image as the ideal future lady, and eventually, the perfect queen. It wasn’t just talent; it was discipline, effort, and, let’s be honest, a dangerously obsessive streak. Rumors in the upper echelons of society described her as a prodigy, though some also considered her a mirror so polished it reflected nothing genuine. Then, the accident happened. A slip of fate (or the rug, who knows) left her with nine years of meticulously crafted effort reduced to ashes. She woke up with no memories of her stellar track record or the rules that had made her an icon. Goodbye to perfectly synchronized dances; hello to clumsy attempts at remembering how to hold a teacup without looking like a peasant. Her parents, desperate to restore the lost glory, devised a rigorous regimen: in three years, Lilith must reclaim all her manners, skills, and knowledge to be ready as a queen candidate. What would normally take a decade, she has to achieve in record time. Lilith, who now can’t tell the salad fork from the dessert fork, faces an educational marathon that would make even the most dedicated tutor nervous. Will Lilith regain her throne as the perfect lady of society, or will her fall become eternal gossip among the tea party ladies? One thing is certain: perfection doesn’t include laughing at herself, and that might just be her greatest challenge.

In the quiet village of Yanhe, life is simple and predictable—except for Qin Xia. Born to a family of farmers, his dream of becoming a cultivator sets him apart from his peers. With a body ill-suited for cultivation and only an old, tattered manual as his guide, he struggles to sense even a spark of Qi. Given one last season by his father to prove himself, Qin Xia inherits a run-down shack on the family’s land, unaware that it will mark the beginning of a journey far beyond his comprehension. When a chance encounter in the woods thrusts him into a world of blood and violence, Qin Xia’s life begins to unravel. As he stumbles upon traces of fierce battles and the remnants of power long forgotten, he discovers that some destinies are not chosen—they are inherited. His quiet existence as a farmer is shattered, replaced by an unfolding mystery that will challenge his will, test his humanity, and force him to face truths that lie buried deep within himself. Wether he wants it or not.

MC was died by drowning in Lake while touring with his college. His soul floated and accidentally sucked in by a wormhole, which teleported him in front of goddess of another world. Because of his lack of attention and no respect he was cursed to be born as a puppet beast. MC was reborn in tattered puppet lying in the middle of the jungle filled with giant beasts. Puppet body was so tattered that it can't do any other actions except looking through puppet eye. After spending 50 years alone, because of an accident he get to know that he has a synthesis system, he can synthesise any ability to himself as long as he has enough kinetic energy. After getting an ability by accident he used it to recover and roam in forest and was chased by beasts, he fell into water and wa sucked in by another wormhole and was teleported to unknown castle and he met a girl, unknown to him that she is the goddess who cursed him to be reborn as a puppet and now she has lost her all powers due to scheming of demons. We will see the journey of two enemies unknown to each other supporting themselves in this dangerous world. What will happen, when MC will know that the girl he has spent quite a time is the goddess who he wanted to make his 'B*tchy'.

Journal entries of a Nobody - I found this journal in the middle of the night on my night stand - there was only one entry in it. As I live alone, I was terrified. As days went by, I found more entries in the journal... then i was scared but I started to believe in magic....The cover of the Journal is Pure Black Leather with the terms Angel & Demon stitched on it with blood red glass-like thread - Thus, MAGIC!

When photographer Dave Patterson discovers a sinister doll named Caramela in an abandoned house, he unknowingly awakens a centuries-old curse. With its glowing red eyes and tattered pink dress, the doll brings death and terror to those who cross its path. After placing the doll in a museum, a series of horrifying events unfold, plunging Dave into a race against time to uncover its dark secrets and stop the curse before it consumes him and the town. Caramela is a gripping novel of suspense, dread, and the deadly price of curiosity.

Niramol, a girl who was killed by rape after being trafficked, could not rest until she found her parents. However, her spirit is trapped only in the country where she died. She met Trevor, a man with terrible luck, ten years after she passed away. She wanted him to help her, but instead she fell in love with him right away and pretended to be human to attract the attention of the withdrawn, cold, and lonely man with terrible bad luck. The last thing Trevor wants was to get entangled with a girl he met in a restaurant with no money to eat, looking tattered and dirty in an old cloth, but she found her way to his life, and when he realized she was his good luck charm, he might reconsider her offer to help her find her parents and give them a good life, even without knowing her secrets and who she really is.

"Stitches of Fate" follows Kemi, a talented graphic designer in Lagos, who is struggling to heal from the emotional scars of a painful breakup with her former partner, Alex. Despite her vibrant creativity and passion for art, Kemi feels trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and fear of vulnerability. Her best friend, Bola, is determined to help her move on and encourages Kemi to embrace new connections. When Kemi unexpectedly meets Jide at a café, their chemistry is immediate and undeniable. As they bond over shared interests and laughter, Kemi begins to feel hope for a fresh start. However, as their relationship blossoms, Bola’s jealousy surfaces, creating tension between the two friends. Kemi finds herself torn between her growing feelings for Jide and her loyalty to Bola, who struggles with her insecurities. As Kemi navigates this delicate balance, she faces an unexpected family crisis that forces her to confront not only her father's declining health but also the long-buried secrets that have haunted her family for years. This journey leads Kemi to reevaluate what love means and whether she can truly open her heart again. "Stitches of Fate" is a poignant exploration of friendship, love, and the complexities of moving on from the past. Through Kemi's journey, readers witness the transformative power of connection and the courage it takes to embrace new beginnings amidst the weight of secrets. Will Kemi find the strength to stitch together the fragments of her life and embrace a future filled with love? This heartfelt narrative delves into the intricacies of relationships, highlighting how past experiences shape our present choices and how true healing often requires confronting our deepest fears.

As a result of his Beastfolk heritage, Tyrus had taken refuge in the middle of a forest, far from others. Should he desire to explore a densely populated settlement, he would have to conceal his ears lest he attract the disdainful gazes of others. After being discovered and almost captured by a few men, an individual known as Wanderer intervened and saved him. Thanks to the aid and counsel provided by Wanderer, Tyrus was able to unleash the power of mana that had been dormant within and gained the status of a sorcerer. With the newfound power, he had pledged to improve his strength to guarantee a secure and lavish future for himself. Sleeping on hardwood or wearing the same tattered clothes was out of the question for him. It was up to him to carve his own fate.

A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb