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Tattered Stitches

The Four Empires - The Chronicles of the Thirteen Realms

… 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. ...
AldredR · 4.7K Views

System Nemesis

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]
LaPlume · 1.9M Views

Soulbound: Forbidden Hearts

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Euphy woke up in a desolate, abandoned bunker with no memory of how she got there. Stripped of her past and with no clues who she was, she was relying on the mysterious food supplies being delivered through a dumbwaiter to survive—until one day, they stopped. Forced to venture into the unknown, Euphy embarks on a perilous journey for survival, uncovering secrets that entangle her in a web of misfortune. As she navigates this dangerous world, she must confront her forgotten past and a royal who seeks to claim her for his own. Her quest for truth turned into a desperate fight for her very existence and freedom. Will Euphy escape the web of misfortune, or will it consume her? ** The king’s gaze flicked back to her, but this time, it seemed colder, more deliberate. His eyes swept over her torn camisole. “Who did this to her?” His voice was eerily calm, yet the weight of the question hung in the air like a storm cloud. She froze, not daring to speak, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. “I did, Your Majesty,” Count Greyfang answered, his tone almost smug, as if he expected approval. Her blood boiled at the casual cruelty in his voice. “Why?” the king asked, uninterested, his gaze fixed on Greyfang with a dangerous indifference. “I... I thought you would like it if she appeared... tattered,” Greyfang stammered, his earlier arrogance faltering under the king’s scrutiny. The king’s eyes narrowed, a cold menace creeping into his voice. “And what made you think I’d like that?” Before Greyfang could answer, there was a sudden, swift movement—a breeze cutting through the stillness of the room. Without warning, Greyfang’s head plopped to the ground, rolling a few feet away from his body before the lifeless form crumpled to the floor. She gasped, her eyes snapping shut in terror as the room plunged into silence. She could hear the sickening thud of Greyfang’s body, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. The rest of the room remained eerily quiet, as if the sudden execution had been expected. The king, sitting loosely on his throne, and unbothered, simply muttered, “Insolent bastard. Dare to compare me to a lustful animal.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Get this filthy thing out of my sight.” She flinched, fearing for a moment that he had referred to her, but the sound of heavy boots dragging Greyfang’s lifeless body confirmed otherwise. She kept her eyes tightly shut, too afraid to witness any more horror. The coldness in the king’s tone, the casual cruelty of his actions—it left her trembling. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not so Typical: Consider me Humored Too Gay for You: You Give me Heart Eyes A Night in the Galaxy Express Railway Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH
talesofheaven · 3K Views

The Four Empires

… 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. ...
AldredR · 5.4K Views

Animara Empire of The Fallen

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.
Extinct_Vessel · 249.6K Views

The Monster Hunter's Notes

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.
jackpoker · 2.8K Views

Surviving Apocalypse as a Blind

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
MayUcee · 20K Views

Stitches of Fate

"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.
Ajani_Musa · 6.7K Views

After Picking up the Fallen Female Zerg General (HAITUS)

Sorry im a bit busy, will pick up around november and December. Ye Er first saw that female zerg in an advertisement. He was cheap, and significantly damaged, with only a pair of golden eyes that remained beautiful. Later, when he saw him again, he was in the female slave exchange live broadcast, where he was trampled, his spine crushed, shamelessly humiliated, his eyes silently enduring the pain and embarrassment. Yet, he shed not even a single teardrop. Later on, Ye Er picked up that dying female zerg back home. Nursing the female zerg back to health was like repairing an old, rusty machine. He was severely mutilated, had lost his bone wings, was blinded in one eye, and had his legs broken, unable to walk. Broken and tattered, completely lacking in value, silent yet sharp. Ye Er cared for him like a stray dog he had picked up, changing bandages, feeding, caressing his head to appease, turning on the lights at night to drive away spasms and nightmares… striving to be a qualified keeper. However, after continuous nursing, the female zerg who unknowingly grew powerful and returned to the peak of power, surrounded him with his newly grown bone wings, gently and cautiously with matchless devotion. Five years after the war ended, the empire and the military welcomed back their "sacrificed" general, leading to a strong reshuffle, resulting in the dismissal of numerous noble military officers. On the surface, the scene was of foul wind and blood rain, with fear and trepidation. While the media was subtly pointing fingers at the arrogant and cold-blooded tyrant, the tyrant was wearing a soft pink warm apron, skillfully baking matcha cookies with a gentle expression as he called Ye Er to wash his hands before eating. No one could have imagined that during the day, the general, who was violent and unparalleled, skillfully tearing mechas apart on the military training ground— Would obediently open up his heart completely with his own hands, trembling all over, his eyes red and moist from being bullied, hoarsely voicing his forbearing affection. "Only you can do anything to me." Beautiful Gong X Strong Shou Gentle and powerful, beautiful Gong X Fallen Iron-blooded General Shou AUTHOR'S NOTES: First time translating , chapters update irregularly at least once 2 weeks Translator with EXAMS, MAY LOSE COMPUTER, will upload compensation if either happens. Please be patient for updates, and comment typos in comment section, thank you. ZERG SOCIETY: Zergs are split into male female and sub-female. Male: rare, weak but can soothe mental riots of females Females: common, strong, like 60% of zergs are female Sub-females: common, not as strong as females, the other 39% of zergs are sub-female Males are extremely precious and addressed as Sir/ Your excellency etc. Mental power exists in male and female zergs. Classified by ranks ranging from S ranks (S, SS, SSS) to E or F rank. With F ranks being the weakest and least useful, this also applies to male zergs, however, males are rarer and will still be treated better than female zergs. All male, female, and sub-female zergs look like men and will have he/him pronouns. SHE/HER PRONOUNS ARE TYPOS, PLEASE REPORT, THANKS RAWS: 捡到落魄雌虫上将后
ko_tszman · 98.2K Views

Veil of Ambition

Tiberius Marlowe has silent power in his step-a storm repressed behind an impenetrable mask of coolness. Every glance was sharp, lethal, a reminder that his empire didn't come as some mistake. And right at his side, in every shadowy alley, were the enemies, with Nikolai Drakos most at the fore, chief rival to him in the cutthroat billionaire world. Nikolai’s relentless ambition and cold, calculated moves drive him ever closer to Tiber’s throne, creating a tension that pulses like an unspoken promise of war. Ivy Cadler is cool, calculated, and sartorially impressive in the high-stakes game of politics, wielding her power and scandals with characteristic poise. She is Tiber's mistress, his sword in a Savile Row suit, working her way through society's upper echelons to solidify his grasp from within. Every stolen glance, every whispered confidence between them, represents a bond forged in ambition, a mutual seduction tempered with danger. Their involvement is not some trivial affair but an alliance of twisted purpose, of power and lust precariously poised on a razor's edge. Yet wrapped inside Tiber's success was an anger so still and quiet, building with every pulse of the heart that was broken called Cassandra Marlowe. Now his bride, jilted, Cassandra's ghostly presence haunted in quiet resentment stitched into the fabric of his life; she was the ghost of his choices, biding her time to strike. Each time he touches Ivy, every scheme he devises to kill Nikolai-Cassandra sees. Her vengeance, planned with a smile masking anger so cold it could shatter them all. But as Tiber navigates his realm, his calculated steps draw him closer to the shadows he cannot control. At the core of his domain, where all friends bear the mien of foes and love is a deadly poison in the veins, one wrong move spells the dénouement of his carefully constructed reign. With Nikolai at his back, Ivy hiding secrets of her own, and Cassandra's silent fury burning ever closer, Tiber's world is a chessboard of betrayal just waiting to unravel. And just when he thought he knew how to play the game well, it may just be that the deadliest enemy of all is the one he never saw coming.
Lucea_Aether · 3.2K Views

Midnight Wishers

In a world overshadowed by twilight and haunted by an eternal absence of sunlight, Amaya’s life has become a quiet drift through shadows, a ghostly existence she cannot fully escape. She works the night shift in an old hospital, her heart worn thin by the years without joy. Her past is filled with unspoken grief, and her future is empty of hope—until she meets Luka. Luka, a man with sorrow stitched into his gaze, carries dreams that should have been buried long ago. His nightly conversations with Amaya pull her out of the numbness, teaching her how to dream again. But Luka hides a truth that will tear apart everything she thought she knew about this broken world. Beneath his skin, a secret stir—Luka is a werewolf trapped between his human sorrow and the beast that sleeps within him. The skies turned hollow not because the sun vanished—but because creatures like Luka arose. Cursed with immortality, they siphon the light from the world to feed their endless hunger. Luka was once a lover, a friend, a brother—but the wolf devoured all he once loved, and now only his guilt keeps him tethered to his humanity. Amaya finds herself drawn to Luka, but she is not the only one. As they grow closer, other wolves—each with their own broken histories—emerge from the shadows, circling Amaya like moths around a flickering flame. These werewolves are not mindless beasts. They are tragic, beautiful souls, cursed to seek out light wherever they can find it—and Amaya, with her warmth and quiet strength, becomes their guiding star. Amaya soon realizes she must confront her own darkness to survive. Her past hides secrets that make her more entangled with these wolves than she ever imagined. Love becomes a dangerous game—a choice between embracing Luka’s monstrous truth or surrendering to the darkness inside herself. But the world demands sacrifices. To break the curse, Amaya must make an impossible decision: Will she awaken the beasts inside these broken souls to bring light back into the world—or will she let herself be consumed by the darkness, choosing love over salvation?
akey_words · 523 Views
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