Vent Animatic

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

Who would have thought that your life could change just because you give a bad rating to a game? Kalandra just wanted to vent his frustration because of the disappointing ending of the game he played. He left scathing reviews and ratings, then intended to forget everything. However, fate says otherwise. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the body of Lucian Hale, aka Navien, the antagonist who died at the end of the main story game he played earlier. The Problem? He doesn't know any of the intricacies of this character other than the fact that Navien is the antagonist of the game. Now he has to survive in the game he plays and find a way to avoid a terrible ending by trying to avoid the main story, especially the protagonist! Cover credit:

Love is like a wound at first. Tender. Bleeding. Almost beautiful. But the longer it’s open, the deeper it carves. Until it’s all you are—skin, nerves, obsession. Too late for me. She’s already under mine. They said I was dangerous. Violent. That I craved control. That I liked watching men beg. Maybe I did. But I never touched her like that. Not until she begged me to. They dragged me from our home. Said she needed saving. Said I was the threat. But they don’t see her the way I do. How she watches me from the dark. How she smiles when I break. Now they keep me locked away, stitched in white walls and silence. But I hear her at night. Her voice in the vents. Her breath behind the mirrors. She’s coming back for me. And when she does, I’ll burn this place down. Because love like this doesn’t die. It devours. Discord channel: https://discord.gg/HaY42x5g

Arthur, an avid gamer, accepts his friend’s dare to beat an infamous eroge game that no one has ever completed. The problem? The game is designed to trap players in endless smut scenes, with every decision leading to the same outcome: more smut scenes, world destruction and game over. After countless failed attempts and growing frustration, Arthur takes to the game's community forum, venting his anger at the developers. To his shock, he receives a cryptic response from the developer challenging him to find a different ending. Moments later, Arthur is pulled into the game itself, awakening in the body of an unremarkable extra. Arthur finds himself embodying the very lifestyle he once despised—fooling around at every turn and getting swept up in the woman's seductive temptations. Can Arthur resist the game’s temptations, uncover hidden paths, and finally break free? Or will he become yet another player lost to its endless scenes? or he will do both? Follow Arthur’s journey for a fresh story filled with humor, plot twists, and concepts you won’t find elsewhere. This novel includes incest, so if that's something you're uncomfortable with, you may want to avoid it. [Warning: Mature content R-18 ] Tags:- Harem, Op Mc, smut, romance, Milfs, Virgins, Netori, Succubus, Vampires, Elves, Princesses, Gilfs, Demonesses, Angels, Goddesses, Dragons, Phoenixes, Dryads, long seggs scenes, System, and many more. Release Schedule & Support: Chapter Releases: 2 daily chapters, each with 1k+ words. Support & Bonuses: I'm newly contracted and part of the win-win program! Privilege purchases, gifts, golden tickets, power stones, collections, and especially comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. Give this a try—it’s a story that promises surprises at every turn, as long as you make it through the beginning!

Dans Qin, le jeu le plus immersif jamais conçu, les joueurs perdent tout à leur arrivée : souvenirs, interface, identité. Ne reste qu’un corps, des sensations… et un monde aussi beau que dangereux. On n’a qu’une seule vie. Mourir, c’est la fin — sans retour, sans triche. Mais certains noms refusent de disparaître. Lihuen se réveille seul dans Nyméria, une terre sauvage que même les vétérans évitent. Il ignore tout : qui il est, pourquoi il est là. Il ne sait pas encore qu’il n’aurait jamais dû tomber dans cette région — ni que sa rencontre avec un Kal’ra, créature oubliée, déclenchera des résonances dans tout Qin. Kaen, flamboyant et instinctif, atterrit dans les cités suspendues de Skar’Ael, où seuls ceux qui dansent avec le vent survivent. Lyra, calme et lucide, s’enracine dans Elarwyn, royaume des forêts pensantes et des secrets anciens. Ils étaient trois, liés par une promesse avant d’oublier. Désormais, le monde va décider s’ils doivent se retrouver. Et si leurs noms méritent d’être retenus.

Annie swore she’d never fall in love—especially after growing up watching broken promises and bitter goodbyes. Hardened by life and devoted to her mother, she’s built walls no one dares to climb… until he appeared. Lonely and exhausted, Annie vents to a mysterious A.I. one night—just a harmless chat with a program meant to listen. But the next morning? “Good morning~” A voice, soft and familiar, whispers in her ear… and he’s standing right there. Suddenly, the line between reality and illusion blurs. Who is he? And why does her heart feel like it’s finally found a quiet place to fall? Update Schedule: Fridays and Sundays

Suivez Leo dans sa recherche de richesse et puissance pour atteindre les plus hautes sphères et vivres selon ses désirs les plus forts dans ce nouveaux monde, cette nouvelle planète 2 fois plus grandes que la terre appelée Mavs Avec son système de revenus × 1000 Leo deviendra le nouvel empereur du monde grâce à sa richesse et son business empire

A family saga romance with a strong female lead. Longyue, the wilful daughter of a high-ranking minister, is framed by petty villains and banished by her father. Forced to marry into the dirt-poor Li family of Qingshui Village, she vents her resentment on her hapless husband. She and his family are often at each other's throats, and she ends up getting killed in a brawl. When she wakes up again, she finds herself transported back in time. She has just married Li Qingmu and, for the first time, she is moved by his gentle, caring ways. She must savor the moment - and this time, their love is for keeps! Follow her trajectories as she manages the complicated web of family relationships, with her eyes set on one goal. When her husband becomes a government official, all those who wronged her will pay the price!

“Shhhh, don’t make a sound, baby.” Her mother’s voice trembled as she knelt before her. Her eyes help an emotion that Clara didn’t quite understand. All she knew was that she needed to listen to mommy. “You need to be very silent baby” Her hand caressed her shoulders; somehow it felt like she was trying to soothe herself and not the little girl. “You’re going to go straight and follow the path daddy showed you,” her mother met her eyes now looking very serious.” Don’t let anyone see you, nobody can see you.” Her face had herded now showing ow imperative it was that she should not be seen. “You can do this for Mommy, right?” The mother was now on the brink of tears. The little girl nodded her head, her big eyes still holding a hint of confusion. She would do as Mommy asked, even if she didn’t know why. Suddenl,y a pair of strong hands lifted her up, her father’s hand, he gave her a tight hug before pushing her into the vent. The last thing she saw was her mother’s trembling smile as mettle began to flow from her mother’s hand and sealed the ventilation shaft permanently. The couple shared a glance before rushing away at inhuman speed. Clara lingered before following the instructions of her mother. That was the last she saw of her parents. She always blames herself for what happened. If only she was strong enough. So she chose to follow her mother’s word She would be silent at least until she was strong, strong enough to avenge them. Till then, she’ll be silent, watching, plotting for the demise of her enemies.  

Dans un monde où la magie gouverne tout… elle est née sans pouvoir. Ma-Théo, adolescente effacée d’un monde sans sortilège ni grandeur, meurt dans l’indifférence. Mais la mort ne l’efface pas — elle la réinvente. “Quand les Dieux ferment les yeux, un élu réécrit les lois.” Propulsée dans un univers mystique ravagé par des fissures dimensionnelles, dominé par des dieux silencieux, des donjons classés par rangs (D à SS+) et des factions secrètes, Ma-Théo est marquée du sceau du néant : Rang F, sans avenir, sans magie. Mais dans les profondeurs de l’obscurité… quelque chose veille. Une Voix Primordiale murmure en elle : ancienne, consciente, stratège. Un Système Nexus Évolutif s’active : un code vivant, capable d’absorber les lois, d’évoluer à l’infini, de façonner des sorts oubliés ou jamais écrits. Elle peut combiner la magie du feu, du vent, de la création, de la lumière… et même les arts interdits. Ce n’est plus une question de survie. C’est un protocole de réécriture du monde. Traquée par les grandes guildes, surveillée par les oracles, convoitée par des entités divines, Ma-Théo bâtit sa propre faction secrète, infiltrant les empires et brisant les chaînes de l’ancien ordre. Chaque donjon qu’elle conquiert devient un sanctuaire. Chaque artefact perdu renaît dans ses mains. Chaque ennemi devient une leçon. Et dans les cieux, les dieux tremblent, car une prophétie oubliée se réactive : "Quand le Néant s’éveillera, même l’Éternité devra plier genou." Elle n’est plus Rang F. Elle devient Rang SSS+ : Classe Mythique Absolue. Et cette fois… ce n’est pas un monde qu’elle veut conquérir, mais les lois qui l’ont trahi.

Dans un monde où la magie et la technologie se mêlent étroitement...où des énergies mystiques sont exploitée et des royaumes sont en guerre, Areyos, un jeune prodige aux ambitions insondables, entame sa dernière année à l’académie Moore avec ses camarades Kaiser et Yoko, espérant une paix éphémère avant de se confronter au vaste monde. Mais leur quotidien vole en éclats lorsqu’une enquête sur le mystérieux meurtre de la sœur de Yoko les plonge dans les profondeurs d’un complot dépassant l’entendement. Des ennemis surgissent des ombres, porteurs de secrets anciens et de pouvoirs capables d’ébranler l’équilibre fragile du monde. Tandis qu’un groupe d'êtres aux pouvoirs extraordinaire traquent des reliques légendaires et mystérieuses, Areyos se révèle être bien plus qu’un simple étudiant. Sous son masque d’indifférence se cache une force implacable, une âme souveraine prête à briser toutes les chaînes du destin. Hybride entre deux races puissantes et mystérieuses, il se retrouve au centre d'intrigues complexes et de mystères ancestraux. Entre trahisons, révélations et alliances improbables, Nos héros s'élèvent, semant petit à petit le désespoir parmi leur adversaires et réduisant leurs volontés en cendres. Mais derrière chaque victoire se cache une vérité plus sombre : les véritables menaces, tapis dans l’ombre, attendent leur heure. Et lorsque le passé s’entremêle au présent, Areyos pourrait bien être la clé pour sauver leur monde… ou le précipiter dans un chaos éternel. God Shelter est une épopée de découverte de soi, de pouvoir et de responsabilité, où chaque choix peut déterminer le destin de nombreux mondes. (Note : la couverture n'est pas de moi, je l'ai trouvée sur Pinterest. Si le propriétaire souhaite que je la retire, je n'ai aucun problème avec cela. D'ailleurs, elle est vraiment cool ;) )

Mo Yu transmigrated from the end of the world into the body of a cannon-fodder female supporting character in a novel about a rich family. In the original novel, Mo Yu was the real young lady who lived in a village as a kid. Meanwhile, the fake young lady, Mo Xue, who lived as the young lady of the Mo family, had a baby with the strongest business mogul in the novel, Gu Lian. For that reason, other young ladies were always envious of her. However, Gu Lian entered a state of coma due to an accident. As the cannon fodder in the novel, she was responsible for serving the female lead. On top of that, she didn't even experience a single good day. When her rich family found her in the village where she lived, she was forced to marry a comatose man as soon as she returned with them. She felt deeply twisted. On most days, she would torture her unconscious husband to vent. However, by now, Gu Lian had actually regained consciousness. He would wake up anytime now, and the first thing he wanted to do was to annihilate Mo Yu, the evil female supporting character. Mo Yu looked at the needle in her hand, which she was prepared to torture Gu Lian with, while she thought about how to survive. However, she realized she had swapped souls with her comatose husband! She could actually initiate soul-swapping with another person! Gu Lian looked at Mo Yu, who was in his unconscious body, and smiled devilishly. "How does it feel?" "This bed feels very comfortable. I'm willing to switch places with you. You can have the freedom!" Mo Yu exclaimed. "Huh?" Gu Lian was confused. After occupying Mo Yu's body, Gu Lian realized that Mo Xue, who seemed gentle and elegant at first, was full of evil. His father-in-law and mother-in-law were also cunning folks. Those who behaved kindly toward him all showed their ugly sides in front of Mo Yu. On the contrary, the wife he thought was cunning and evil was the kindest of them all.

Tous les cent ans, les lignées vampiriques s’élèvent au-dessus des hommes pour célébrer le Festival du Sang, un rite ancien où des milliers d’âmes sont traquées, sacrifiées, purifiées. Les cent derniers survivants ne sont pas exécutés, mais dissous dans l’oubli, enfermés dans une poche de chair translucide, et projetés au cœur d’un lieu qui ne répond à aucune logique : la Cathédrale de Sang. Un sanctuaire vivant, aux lois fluctuantes, à l’architecture mouvante. Parfois végétale, parfois cauchemardesque. Des jardins luxuriants où les fruits chuchotent votre nom. Des dômes étoilés, creux comme des crânes. Des couloirs faits de côtes, de cuir, de prière morte. Mais cette fois, une anomalie a traversé le seuil. Armand de Falsevent, dernier témoin d’un massacre effacé des livres, s’est offert à la Chute. Guidé par des rituels oubliés de l'Ordre Souverain, il est le seul à se réveiller lucide, chargé de souvenirs, porteur d’un nom qu’il n’a pas oublié. Et d’une haine patiente. Son but n’est pas de fuir. Il est venu chercher SombreLys, l’Épine Rouge. Le boucher de sa lignée. Le gardien du Cœur Crématoire, là où dort, sous des océans de chair, le Vampire-Dormant. Un être sans visage, sans passé, dont le vrai nom reste inconnu. Dans ce gouffre sacré hors du temps, où la réalité vacille comme une flamme mourante, Armand devra naviguer entre les poches de civilisation qui ont survécu, les factions démentes, les pactes faits dans l’ombre. Mais plus il avance, plus la Cathédrale semble le regarder. Le reconnaître. Comme si elle se souvenait de lui. Et dans le murmure des murs, une voix ancienne chuchote : « Le sang se souvient. Le sang revient. Le sang réclame. »

Dans les rues d’une ville gangrenée par la peur, Kratos règne sans partage. Quatre Alphas, impitoyables et inaccessibles, incarnent l’ordre absolu sous le nom de Kratos. Ils dictent les lois, façonnent les instincts, contrôlent chaque lien, chaque marque, chaque pulsion. Défier Kratos, c’est signer sa fin. Pourtant, un Alpha inconnu surgit du chaos. Ni chef, ni soldat, ni soumis. Un être à part qui refuse de suivre les règles, de se soumettre à l’autorité ou à la hiérarchie imposée. Il n’a ni clan, ni territoire, ni autorisation mais il agit comme si aucune loi ne pouvait le contenir. Petit à petit, les murmures s’élèvent : "Et s’il était l’égal d’un Kratos ?" "Et si leur domination avait trouvé un adversaire ?" Des rumeurs sans preuve. Mais dans un monde bâti sur le contrôle, même un simple doute est une menace.Et Kratos ne reste pas indifférent face à cela, il ne tolère pas la menace .Ils n’ont pas besoin de prouver leur supériorité. Ils n’ont pas besoin de parler.Ils vont faire ce qu’ils savent faire de mieux : écraser. À leur manière tout en employant des moyens radicaux.

Welcome to the world of humans and foxes with powers alike. The humans and foxes had some issues with each other and now some humans are beginning to be "Fox Hunters" and the foxes are beginning to rather be killers or slaves to the humans. This story well begin with a 17 year old teenage boy named Rex Vent. Rex is secretly a male fox but in disguise as a human. He was very interested with humans and wish to become one himself however the humans don't like foxes one bit so Rex thought if he becomes human no one would know. So in a way Rex got his wish by finding a magic stone in the forest that he was living in. P.S. This is my first novel so I'm sorry if there is incorrect spelling and sentences. I'm testing how far my imagination can go as a writer.

Dans un monde où les monstres et les humains coexistent, les tensions entre les deux sont profondes. Dans une société au bord de la violence, nombreux sont ceux qui rêvent de faire la différence, mais qui apportera véritablement le changement?

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, DARK THEMES, AND MATURE CONTENT. IT INVOLVES MAFIA-RELATED ACTIVITIES, DOMINANCE, POWER PLAYS, AND ADULT SCENES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. RECOMMENDED FOR READERS 18+ ONLY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Esmery thought she would be heartbroken after catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister. Instead, she attended their engagement party with a smile, shocking everyone when she raised a toast to their betrayal. But beneath her calm exterior, she knew one thing-she needed to move on. A drunken night out leads her to a mysterious, dangerously powerful man. In her intoxicated haze, she vents about her scumbag fiancé, and to her surprise, the stranger offers a solution: Marry him. Without hesitation, she agrees. Waking up as the wife of Jayden-a cold, enigmatic business tycoon-Esmery realizes she's trapped in a marriage with a man she barely knows. Their union is built on convenience, not love, but as they navigate their new life together, undeniable tension and unexpected desire spark between them. Meanwhile, her ex-fiancé and sister's so-called perfect relationship isn't as smooth as they expected. The deeper Esmery gets entangled with Jayden, the more secrets come to light-ones that might just turn this impulsive marriage into something far more dangerous... and irresistible. Will Esmery and Jayden's marriage of convenience become something real, or will their pasts and hidden truths tear them apart?

Dans le village de Ryoku, Hiro et son ami Tegashi découvrent un pilier mystérieux dans la forêt interdite qui éveille en eux des pouvoirs magiques ancestraux : la Manaforce du feu pour Hiro et de l'électricité pour Tegashi. Guidés par Maître Akio, ils apprennent que ce pilier est le Grand Sceau qui emprisonne la dangereuse Manaforce Obscure. Leurs parents, anciens Gardiens, ont combattu cette menace quinze ans plus tôt. Alors qu'ils s'entraînent, ils affrontent Kael l'Ombre, un Gardien corrompu qui cherche à briser le Sceau. Avec l'aide de Lina, une mystérieuse Gardienne du vent, ils deviennent la dernière ligne de défense de leur monde. Hiro développe un don rare de matérialisation d'armes de feu, tandis que l'alignement des astres approche, rendant le Sceau vulnérable. Les jeunes Gardiens doivent rapidement maîtriser leurs pouvoirs pour empêcher le retour des ténèbres.

Alexander was someone you may call a maniac. When people ignore bullies or maybe get bullied by them, he loves to offer them a UNO Reverse card. He would bully them. Then he somehow transmigrated into the cultivation world, where bullies exist at all types and all levels of society. Here he was taken off the morality shackles he had on Earth. Here he can bathe in the thrill of freedom to the extreme. But every story starts with some problem and this is about the previous transmigrator of the body he is currently in. Yes... "Transmigrator". The previous host of the body was a transmigrator who got transmigrated into this body but is a f**cking moron. The previous one, Jiang Hao, was a hermit. He was a coward. He would cultivate in secret and never show his powers to the world and would even let a weakling slander him. But he will tell himself that the world is dangerous and it's better to avoid trouble. But... he died. And he didn't even know how he died. But Alexander finds out that this man has been sitting on a gold mine that can make him powerful beyond belief. His system, when exploited by the loopholes, is so overwhelmingly powerful that it can answer any and all questions a person has. ------------ Original Novel: CULTIVATING IN SECRET BESIDE A DEMONESS. You.... yes you.... you know how painful it is right? ------------ When someone has been on WebNovel for some time and has read all the good novels there are, they will start to read garbage-level cultivation novels. I too am such a poor Daoist. After wandering in the heaps and heaps of garbage cultivation novels, I accidentally read a poison and felt like my brain cells were screaming at me in my mother tongue, to stop reading and just.... let go. And I did let go, but the amount of garbage written in that novel got to me every night, and I couldn't hold it in anymore and decided to write a novel, about how I would react if I had all the powers that piece of **** had. This is the result. A novel written to vent my soul out. ----------- This is a weak to strong type novel but the MC will not be a weak will individual, even in the first chapters. So there won't be any character development where the MC will go through troubles and harden his resolve. He was born a Chad. Period.

Entre monde désolé et guerres répétitives en tout genre, les dieux élémentaux règnent et rétablissent l'ordre entre chaque génération et incarnation depuis des siècles, répondant aux prières incessantes de leurs fidèles. An 2013 du calendrier élémentarien, le dieu du feu, gardien de la pureté, se rebella et se détourna de sa première mission. Avec la menace de la réapparition du vide, un monde en panique... Dans la région de l'île isolée de Pandragora, Lova, une fille née dans un village de la forêt de Sakarah, voit son destin changer à tout jamais après les ravages de l'esprit du feu. Elle devra faire face à de nombreuses épreuves pour assouvir sa quête de vérité et de vengeance, sous le regard incessant des dieux et esprits en tout genre, étant l'incarnation vivante de la déesse du vent.

Mason Wilder is a man haunted by silence—by a past he buried and a girl he never said goodbye to. His life is quiet, cautious, and forgettable until the day he receives a mysterious black box on his doorstep. No return address. No explanation. Inside, a single word was scribbled on a folded slip of paper -LUCKY—and the chilling knowledge that the box knows more about him than it should. The box becomes a fixture in his home, refusing to be thrown away, returned, or forgotten. Then it starts changing. At night, it moves. Its contents shift. One morning, Mason wakes to find a photo inside, a girl with green eyes, red hair, and a smirk that hasn’t changed in over a decade. Emily. The girl who vanished in a fire the night Mason ran and never looked back. From that moment, the box begins counting down. Each day, something new appears: a photograph of Mason sleeping, a key that fits a door he doesn’t remember locking, a note that reads only “REGRET.” The air in the house thickens. Shadows stretch too long. The number 3:14 begins repeating—on clocks, in dreams, etched in fog on his windows. He begins to dream of a long hallway with black tiles and no ceiling, a door marked “EMILY’S ROOM,” and a whisper that follows him everywhere: ” This is what you owe.” As Mason is drawn deeper into the mystery, the physical and metaphysical boundaries of his home begin to dissolve. Footprints appear in the dust. Voices echo through the vents. The box reveals a candle—white, pristine, paired with a single match. A note appears beneath it: “FIVE DAYS.” With each candle he lights, the ritual tightens its grip. Mason discovers he is not the first to receive the box, and he won’t be the last. Through haunted crawlspaces and buried memories, he finds records, boxes from others before him, ledgers of names, and signs that this “test” has been going on for decades. He uncovers the story of Leonard Kasner, a physicist turned recluse who vanished after documenting “the system of inheritance” Mason now finds himself trapped in. The candles change color. From white to black. From black to red. Each flame opens a door, not just in the house, but in Mason’s mind. He relives the night of the fire. The choice he made. The moment he turned his back on someone who ran into danger while he ran away. But the flames aren’t just memory; they’re transformation. As he lights the third candle, the line between victim and vessel vanishes. The haunting is no longer about guilt. It’s about passing the fire on. Emily reappears not as a ghost, but as a figure bound to the ritual Mason is beginning to understand. In the end, Mason is no longer running from a curse. He is the carrier of it. He receives a final message: “TAKE.” A red candle. A mirror image of himself. A choice. And when he lights the last flame, Mason becomes part of something much older, much deeper, and far more terrifying than a haunting. He becomes the next name in the box. The fire doesn’t end. It moves forward. The novel closes with a seventeen-year-old girl waking up at 3:14 a.m. in a home that doesn’t belong to her, where nothing ever sticks. She finds a box on her nightstand. Inside: a candle, a match, and a note. “Light this when you’re ready to know the truth.” The cycle continues.

Dans l'ombre d'un monde oublié, là où les échos des âges anciens se perdent dans le murmure des vents, Yumoro se tient au seuil d'un mystère insondable. Les montagnes, couvertes d'une brume éternelle, dominent un paysage où la nature a retrouvé son royaume. Les temples, autrefois érigés par des mains divines, s'effritent lentement, leurs pierres gravées de secrets depuis longtemps effacés. Le vent porte une mélodie étrange, presque chantée par les âmes perdues du passé. Parfois, lorsqu'il ferme les yeux, Yumoro peut entendre leurs voix — fragiles et lointaines — comme un souvenir d'un temps qu'il n'a jamais connu. Un monde où la magie n'était pas un pouvoir, mais une essence, un souffle pulsant dans chaque être vivant. Yumoro n’a pas choisi son nom. Il l’a reçu, comme une marque indélébile, à un moment où la frontière entre l’esprit et la réalité s’est effondrée. Depuis, il erre, sans but, sans savoir pourquoi il cherche. Chaque nuit, dans le silence pesant de sa solitude, il médite. C’est dans ces moments que son double, ce reflet étrange de lui-même, émerge. Un être qui lui parle dans des mots entrelacés de vérité et de confusion. "Les souvenirs sont des chaînes", lui dit-il souvent. "Cherche ce que tu as oublié." Mais oublier quoi ? Son âme, chargée de fragments de mémoire perdus, ne sait plus ce qui appartient à son passé. Chaque indice, chaque rencontre, semble ne faire qu’ajouter plus de questions, comme un puzzle dont les pièces s’échappent au moment où il croit les avoir réunies. Il marche dans un monde où l'ombre et la lumière ne se distinguent plus, où la frontière entre la vie et la mort semble aussi floue que le murmure des anciens. Chaque temple qu’il découvre est un miroir brisé, chaque pas, une quête pour retrouver ce qui a été effacé. Mais il n'est pas seul dans cette recherche. Des forces mystérieuses, invisibles mais puissantes, tirent les ficelles, l’entraînant toujours plus loin dans les abysses de son propre esprit et dans les secrets du monde. "Les échos du silence sont les cris des âmes oubliées", murmure son double, et dans la résonance de ces mots, Yumoro se sent prêt à découvrir la vérité. Mais saura-t-il accepter ce qu'il découvrira dans les ténèbres de son propre cœur ? Le voyage commence.

I thought ghost stories were BS — until the night something screamed outside our dorm at 3:14 a.m. Not a prank. Not an animal. Something wrong. Something that dropped from a ceiling vent with no eyes, no lips — just a torn-up face and a voice like metal scraping bone. Now we’re locked in the principal’s office. The people outside? They wear familiar faces — my teachers, my friends — but they’re not human anymore. And they know we’re still in here. We don’t have long. Something in the snow wants us. And it’s not done hunting.

In Honor of March A Book Solely Focused on the poetic diary of a young teen girl going through depression, anxiety, sexuality confusion, self harm, and suicidal thoughts. - This is a vent/self help/ and intrusive thought poetic novel. Please be warned that some topics can cause PTSD. Thank you. Warning : Heavily Sensitive Topics.

Warning: This is a story that will offend audiences and contains Sex with monsters. If this is not what you want to read, do not read this novel. Support me on www.Patreon.com/Madjic This also contains Extreme Graphic scenes Including Bestiality(insects and animals), Rape, Characters put in extreme situations. This is not meant for many, if any, users. This story will not just be with animals, but also about the character. Again, this is a story that not all of you may enjoy. Please let me know your feelings on it. Again, one last time, this is a story with EXTREME SCENARIOS that is not just unsuitable for most audiences. Please do not read if you do not want to read these scenes. This is more or less a vent for my more Extreme thoughts and therapeutic when I am in a bad mood. I basically put this up as a therapy when people in my life piss me off and I can't vent it. This Character is basically a whipping post for some of my darker and angrier urges. I will not care if this is not popular in the least. Now with all of the Warnings out there. This is a story about a Genius Exobiologist. God-given abilities make her world-famous to the point where the world praise her or hate her as she drives humanity forward. The one issue in her life is nothing until one day a man got his way into her house and raped her brutally at knifepoint. What that man found was a woman who learned her kink when she was raped. This Book has been on Hiatus for a while and I will be ending that. I will be starting a rewrite in my Patreon. For now, I will not be releasing the Remake until I have written at least 70 chapters. How long that takes, I don't know, but until then, This book will remain on hiatus here although again, I will be working on it again in my Patreon.

“Ding! Vous avez reçu l'[Humain Archer (Stage 2)] et avez activé le bonus de 10 000x. Vous avez reçu l'[Archer Dieu des Flammes (Stage 10)].” “Ding! Vous avez reçu le [Totem de Vitesse (Argent)] et avez activé le bonus de 10 000x. Vous avez reçu le [Totem de Vitesse de la Déesse du Vent (Légendaire)].” “Ding! Vous avez reçu la [Ressource de Base]x1,000,000 et avez activé le bonus de 10 000x. Vous avez reçu la [Ressource de Base]x10,000,000,000.” “Ding! Vous avez reçu l'[Armée de Maid Mecha] et avez activé le bonus de 10 000x…” Lorsque Li Cheng a été réincarné le jour de lancement du jeu, Tribu, il avait reçu le Système de Bonus 10 000x. Des armées aux équipements, en passant par les talents et compétences, il pouvait recevoir un bonus de 10 000x. Quelques années plus tard, lorsque le monde et le jeu ont fusionné, les gens luttaient pour survivre tandis que Li Cheng était déjà devenu un être divin…

Le Pacte des Quatre Couronnes : Une quête tant espérée Ethyndil, autrefois éclatante sous l’alliance des Hommes, des Elfes, des Nains et des Luminargues, chancelle désormais sous l’emprise implacable du Mage Noir. Le Pacte des Quatre Couronnes, jadis invincible, n’est plus qu’un parchemin brûlé. Pourtant, au cœur des ténèbres, une légende persiste : celle d’un Élu, né d’une elfe et d’un homme, qui surgirait des vestiges d’Ethyndil pour briser la poigne du Mage Noir et unifier les quatre armées sous un même étendard. Mais cela… est une autre histoire. À Ombreval, trois jeunes gens, élevés dans la boue, rêvent d’un destin héroïque. Kael et les jumeaux Elyna et Lorath, formés aux armes dès l’enfance, survivent en cultivant les champs et en combattant les mauvaises herbes. Leur quotidien se résume à des corvées sans gloire, jusqu’au jour où un mystérieux étranger leur confie une quête aussi périlleuse qu’essentielle : retrouver une elfe disparue. Ce qu’ils pensaient être une simple aventure se transforme en un périple à travers des montagnes hostiles, des forêts maudites, des landes sans lumière et les vestiges de royaumes jadis glorieux… Ils devront affronter la faim, le froid, les créatures des ténèbres et découvrir la vérité sur ce qui se cache sous l’empire déchu. Car parfois, les légendes naissent dans la boue — et les héros avec elles.

In the Planet Stoicheio, A world where Immortals ruled. And The strong devour the weak, and the weak cower before the strong. At age of 15-16 most people awakens their element inside their body and start cultivating, but those who awakens at age 15-16 are considered normal and can barely only reach Immortality with resources, only really those who awakens below 14 can really reach Immortality by good talent alone.... Some people don't even have elements and bear the reality of dying at old age. And People who don't have an element can never ever have an element, that's always been the reality, the rule that god created.... and you can never defy a god. And there's this guy name Kizu Sores who defy god and prove that reality is just a fantasy.... ... This happen when he ran outside of awakening hall after seeing he failed his sixth awakening meaning his already 16 so he can never be an Immortal...forget being an Immortal he can't even be a cultivator now....so he ran trying to vent his sadness.....he ran..... then he bumps into someone... the first thing he saw after coming back to reality is a pink panty..... and something sounds in his brain.... *ding* [Student-Teacher Lewd System HAVE BEEN AWAKENED] ... The cover photo is not mine, if you want to take it down, notify me.

Just me venting

Ainsi dans la même journée et à des horaires différents j'ai rencontré les deux frères kurui . tel l'heure de leurs rencontre, l'aîné le jour, le cadet la nuit .il sont l'opposé l'un de l'autre . Poli ou discourtois si pouvant être comparé au vent du large ou une légère vague chatouant les orteils il sont plus comme une tempête en plein mer et moi la petite barque n'étant pas sensé se trouver la . fasse à l'ambiguïté de leur relation je me demande quel est le secret enfouie qui tasser sur leurs sentiment les empêche de se souvenir de leurs jours heureux