Creepy Noises

Sil Lan just wanted a quiet life. At 22, he’s a loner with no family, no ambition, and no need for noise. After graduating high school, he made just enough from trading to stay invisible—and that suited him fine. He spends his days watching markets, listening to old songs, and sitting beside the one person who made his life feel less hollow: Mei, a blind girl he met by chance and never let go. Then the world breaks. A portal opens in the Mongolian plains, connecting Earth to another universe—one filled with magic, ancient powers, and something even worse: curiosity. From that crack, energy leaks in, warping people across the globe. They call it Awakening. One in a million survive it. Sil is one of them. It lets him exchange anything for anything—so long as he pays the price in energy. One and only S-Rank ability and he calls it Eyes of Miracles. As Earth spirals into panic and the truth behind the other world begins to surface, Sil faces a brutal reality: he’s not meant to hide anymore. Because powers like his don’t exist to be wasted. And someone has to cross that gate first

"Man, I just wanted to be a quiet little spiritual puppeteer and a low level spiritual planter… not the boss of a damn dungeon!” Liam Adhart woke up in a ruthless cultivation world with a single goal: stay out of trouble, build puppets to protect himself, and live under the radar. Instead? A mysterious Dungeon System binds to his soul. Floors start forming. Monsters appear. Treasures spawn. And cultivators, greedy, bloodthirsty, and powerful, come running. Liam didn’t ask for this. He’s not trying to rise to power. He’s not trying to challenge sects or shake the heavens. But with every trap he sets and every intruder he defeats, the dungeon grows stronger, and so does his legend. Now the world thinks he's some hidden ancient, a secret ruler behind the scenes. And no matter how much he tries to keep things quiet… the dungeon keeps making noise. Low-key? Not a chance. And honestly…? He might be starting to like the chaos. A hilarious, action-packed ride where cultivation meets dungeon-building, and one unlucky guy gets dragged to the top, one screaming floor at a time. [Ah yes, the host can use the monster strength at will for your own uses] "Even the world bosses?" [Precisely] "Neat! Hahahaha!"

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

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When a princess is kidnapped, Mikey—a completely average civilian—is forced into heroism by the greatest threat of all: a mother who is annoyed with him. There’s just one problem. No one knows what the princess looks like. The king is absolutely useless. And Mikey has never saved anything in his life. Now, with a heavily-accented goblin and the combined IQ of 3 walnuts, Mikey must face a series of foes to save the king's daughter—just to name a few, Evil Wizard Man, Really Evil Wizard Man, Super Evil Wizard Man, Creepy Wizard Man, and possibly a guy who has a grudge against the king from that time they played hide-and-seek and the king said they weren’t playing even though they obviously were because why else would they be in the attic of a stable? Oh, and did we mention bread costs five copper now?

Ji-ho is an orphan with an ordinary life. School-work-home. That was the cycle of his life. But under the persuasion of his best friend Domi, he goes to a creepy shrine in the woods and that's where his story changes...

In a world where cursed blades whisper and the weight of sound can shatter a mind, Aethon, a tormented warrior bound to the sentient and bloodthirsty Reaper’s Fang, a sword that is created for the sheding of blood struggles to retain his crumbling sanity.wanting to bend him to its will, as it had done with his other predecessor. Every noise is agony, every whisper from the blade a seductive call to violence. When a moment of near-madness threatens to consume him in a crowded village square,chaos, having tame the sword he will confront a harrowing truth to survive, he may have to surrender to the very thing that gives him an edge over his enemies him.

In the city of Aurelis, perfection is not aspiration-it is law. Emotion is an error. Laughter is noise. A shoelace undone is a declaration of humanity-a term now synonymous with flawed. Eira was born into flawlessness but lives in quiet defiance. She smiles when no one is looking. She wonders why her heart aches when her parents pass by without recognition. She remembers... and she shouldn't. When a strange boy-Kael-appears with eyes that still carry grief, Eira's secret world begins to unravel. Their bond isn't revolution. It's worse: it's connection. In Aurelis, that's enough to be erased. As surveillance tightens and the lines between memory and programming blur, Eira must confront the truth: Maybe being human isn't the flaw. Maybe it's the cure.

Blaze of Glory A fart-propelled sniper. A time-traveling scientist with a broken hand. A sentient custard blob humming Glenn Miller. Together, they will accidentally break time, punch a god, and save existence from being edited into a bland Wikipedia entry. It starts on D-Day, 1944. Dr. Juniper Flux, a future-born, sarcasm-loaded chronologist with a glitchy time machine and a chroniton-infected arm, crash-lands smack into World War II. She’s supposed to observe quietly. Instead, she teams up with Hank Rigby — a flatulent sniper-poet with Dragonbone scars, a tragic past, and exactly zero impulse control. Together, they dodge Nazis, awaken a sentient custard blob named Yoggy, and ruin the multiverse's carefully curated silence. History gets rewritten. Gods get angry. One explodes from emotional oversaturation. Fifteen years later, the universe is broken. Entire timelines are being "shushed" by Reapers — cosmic librarians with giant scissors who hate jazz, love order, and really want everyone to just be quiet forever. Enter: the Custard Rebellion. Now, armed with a memory-firing revolver, a jazz-powered war mech, timeline tacos, and the collective trauma of an exploded pantheon, Juni, Hank, Kaelen Thorn (the last god of noise), and Yoggy must sing, scream, fart, and fight their way to the heart of the Greater — a being trying to delete every spark of emotion from reality. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s glorious. And it smells faintly of burned tortillas and cosmic regret. [five star] “Finally, a book that combines time travel, emotional damage, jazz warfare, sentient desserts, and fart-based heroics. I laughed, I cried, I loudly declared war on the Reapers using only a kazoo. If you don’t read this, you hate fun.” Deadpool (Probably)

When a childhood accident leaves Korin with amnesia and an altered personality a little too creepy for comfort, she is sanctioned to a mountain and forbidden from leaving. Twenty two years later, as an ancient power begins to awaken, mysterious men, cultists, and beings from other realms funnel into her world. The reclusive and listless woman can only skirt the impending chaos for so long as forces unknown to her begin to close in.

Hey, lovely readers Welcome to The soundtrack of us, a story that’s been quietly growing in my heart for a while now. It’s about two souls who meet in the most unexpected way—a world-famous singer drowning in noise, and a quiet girl from a quiet town who doesn’t want anything from him… This isn’t your squeaky-clean fangirl fantasy. Oh no. This is a slow, lingering burn. A connection so raw, it slips under your skin before you know it. Their messages? Feel like confessions. Their silence? Feels like tension. Their friendship? Let’s just say it’s not going to stay just that for long. So buckle up, hold your breath, and don’t blame me if you start smiling at your phone like a fool Let me know how deep the butterflies hit - Vera Roy

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs. Discord server: linktr.ee/FriJie

"Grey, elemental affinity, zero" The Elder announced the result loudly On hearing this, it was like a bolt of lightning struck Grey, he stood there dumbfounded and just stared at the Elder. Shocked voices could be heard from the people and there was some which were also filled with scorn. Grey stood dazed amidst all the noises without any reactions. One word was constantly reverberating in his head, 'How?'. 'Why, why did this happen to me?' Grey asked himself over and over again **************** Unbeknownst to Grey, something greater lies in wait in his body.... *************** Check out the book, leave a review after reading, and also your powerstones. Hope you enjoy this, and Thanks for reading ^_^ P.S: When I started this book I had zero writing experience, so the first chapters aren't that great, although, my writing quality has improved over time. Also, English isn't my first language, so there are some instances where my choice of words are not good enough for what I'm trying to portray. A heads up, the book will be using a medieval setting. My world building is not the best, but it gets better over time, so bear with me on the early chapters! P.S: Cover art not mine I just edited it. If you're the owner and want me to take it down you can notify me. Other novel: Lunar:Secret Guardians Check it out as well! Discord Server: https://discord.gg/gs68a4ZzaN

Humanity's spot at the top of the food chain was taken. Now we are the prey. Fifty years ago, the human race lost the war against the Eaters—beings that defied not just our understanding, but the laws of nature themselves. Their overwhelming strength drove humanity to the brink of extinction. Those of us who survived now live in hiding, as I have my entire life: worried about making noise, scavenging for scraps, and fleeing from shadows. But in that darkness, I found something extraordinary. A tool no human has ever discovered before: the System. With its power, I can heal my wounds, kill monsters, and perform feats I never imagined possible. Only to learn that most of the world has already been transformed by these same forces. Animals evolve into nightmarish creatures. Weapons gain deadly enchantments. Ordinary caves become treacherous dungeons. Even worse, I'm not alone in wielding this power. Other species have possessed this ability since birth. They've had generations to master what I'm only beginning to understand. But I can share this gift with other humans. I can give us a fighting chance. The question remains: will this spark of hope become just another candle snuffed by the wind, or will it ignite the blazing inferno of humanity's resurgence? What to Expect: - A monster hunting story featuring the strongest human alive, told in first person - A blend of adventure and visceral horror - The emergence and evolution of a unique System - A morally complex protagonist who understands that survival demands difficult choices Schedule: New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday at 10:00 AM (GMT-3)

1981. Small-town nobodies. No label. No future. Just noise. Until the sound hit. Gritty. Wild. Untamed. The band Saints was born in a garage no one believed in. But when their music explodes onto the underground scene, they go from local outcasts to the face of a revolution. Arena tours, magazine covers, screaming fans it’s all happening fast. But the world of rock isn’t just glory. It’s pressure. It’s betrayal. It’s control. As industry giants close in and rival bands circle like vultures, staying true to the music might be the hardest gig of all. This is our story. How we broke the rules. How we changed everything. How we became legends. We weren’t made for fame. We forged it. This series contains mature themes including drug use, alcohol abuse, strong language, and adult lifestyles reflective of the 1980s rock scene. Depictions of sex, while referenced, are non-explicit and fade to black. Reader discretion is advised.

Al is the true-born son of the noble Virellano family. But seventeen years ago... he was swapped at birth, abandoned at an orphanage, and forgotten by his own blood. Now, he has returned. Not as a guest. Not as an intruder. But as the real young master. The problem? That family… has grown to love the child who isn’t even theirs. Al doesn’t care. He’s not interested in fake affection, inheritance, or the family throne. All he wants is a peaceful life—far away from noise and drama. But within his body lies a forgotten ancient energy. And the sealed living weapon he carries… is slowly awakening. This world is far from simple. Beneath the glittering lives of nobles lies a hidden system of energy, ancient races, and long-dead magic... waiting to rise again. And when Al begins to move— It won’t just be his family that trembles. The entire world will. This is the official English version of the novel 'Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master'.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Twisted beasts, forgotten monstrosities, returning to remind humanity why even remembering their names once felt like a mistake. The sky cracked. Fire fell. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning came, only monsters, and with them a power system of unknown origins. Salvation perhaps, but not for all. It gave no strength to the unworthy, no shield to the coward. But to the brave and the gifted, it gave claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was terrifying, sure. But mostly inconvenient. Nothing ruins carefully plotted revenge like the end of civilization. Most people crumbled. Lazar didn’t. Hope was a lie, luck was noise—he’d never relied on either. Cold, analytical, merciless: traits that made him dangerous before the fall. Now, they made him untouchable. The skills he’d honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. And vengeance doesn’t vanish just because the world ends. It waits. He walks the ruins with people cut from the same jagged stone. Survivors, killers, outliers who aren’t just tolerated—they’re chosen. Lazar doesn’t carry dead weight. He builds a pack. They cross blood-soaked cities, twisted forests, and battlefields drowned in ash. The new world obeys one rule: evolve or die. Power comes at a cost, and hesitation gets you eaten. But the monsters aren’t the only predators. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order. And some just want Lazar dead—because he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t follow, and doesn’t flinch. There’s a storm coming. Bigger than the one that ended the world. And Lazar intends to walk straight through it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, I'm Barbare, the author. I hope you will like this novel and that you will help me improve it if you have something to criticize, I already wrote a novel in the past but I am far from being an expert after all. If you like it let me know by adding it to your library or vote for it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I wrote, or more because the writing process is not always fun. Good reading.

Growing up in a facility that turned children into weapons, Subject 42 never knew freedom; only survival. So when a strange creepy entity offered him a second chance in another world in exchange for one mysterious task, he took it. Even if that meant living in a world that was drenched in curses, ruled by ancient gods, and shaped by powers no mortal should touch. Reborn as a Moon Elf, a being of myth and moonlight, he finally thought he could live the life he was denied. But the task he completed set something in motion. Something that he couldn't outrun. Witness, as his fate twists and turns, as Noctis moves through this strange world in search of a respite...

Synopsis: The stadium roars with energy as the crowd cheers, a sea of faces all focused on one person—Fellicita. The undefeated champion. A storm in human form, her every spin an explosion of power, speed, and heart. She isn’t just a blader—she’s the force that electrifies the arena, the girl who lives for the thrill of the battle. But then—*a crash*. A freak accident. The sharp bite of metal as it spirals off course, and *boom*—Fellicita’s heart is pierced, literally and figuratively. Time slows. The air is thick with tension as she staggers, clutching her chest, feeling the cold sting of blood. The match is still going on, but everything else fades into the background. She won. But the victory feels hollow. Moments later, Fellicita is lying in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls pressing in on her. Pain radiates through her chest, but it’s the ache in her soul that burns deeper. The storm inside her is far from over—it’s just been muffled. She has to decide: step back and disappear, or keep fighting, risking everything all over again. She chooses to disappear. Enter "Felix". A quiet smile, a hoodie, a new life in a city where no one knows her name. No more tournaments. No more crowds. No more spinning blades—just the space she needs to heal, to breathe, and to find herself again. But the storm? It hasn’t gone anywhere. In this new life, Felix isn’t just hiding—he’s living. With every challenge, he spins with the same fiery spirit that once captivated millions. He doesn’t need a Beyblade to show his strength. He doesn’t need the cheers of a crowd to remind him of who he is. The greatest battles don’t happen in the ring. They happen "after" the final spin. "The fiercest storms don’t make noise—they return in silence.”

I'm invisible, blamed, betrayed, and made fun of. Every day I woke up to endure every single same thing as days, weeks, months, and years passed. My life was a living cycle of someone who died while still living. I was brutally bullied, hurt, and accused in the midst of chaos as the rain poured on me, noises of vehicles cut through the sound of rain, and strangers eyes came, looking at me with fear and hatred as male students from my school ran after me with their sinister grins. On that same exact day, after getting home with my body full of wounds and bruises, my phone rang, and it made my life even more of a living hell. The novel that is keeping me alive and compose drop dead. [It is over] [We're sorry but we will no longer continue the story of 'world of mystery'] [Discontinued] ...I want to die. Tired, I closed my eyes, and my body fell. It becomes slowly cold, and the sound of rain slowly fades. I couldn't lift a finger. I realized I have no feeling, no strength. Suddenly a metallic voice with imagery of words come up in the pit of darkness. [You've been chosen to continue my webtoon, I wish you all the Good luck.] [You have died] before I knew it I died. [Removing the memories of world of mystery to your experience and brain] [World of mystery will be restart.]

She was cold in chat. But when they met, her silence spoke louder than words. Nayla is the kind of girl who leaves your message unread, not because she doesn’t care, but because she doesn’t know how to care in a way that fits inside a blue bubble. Raka, a warm and extroverted guy, falls for Nayla’s quiet presence. But as their connection grows, so does his confusion. How do you hold on to someone who disappears every time the screen lights up? This is not a story of grand declarations. It’s about pauses, glances, and the kind of love that lingers in silence. Cold on Screen, Warm in Real Life is a slow-burn urban romance about learning to speak each other’s language even when one is made of noise and the other of quiet.

Rita woke up in the abandoned section of her school, not knowing how she got there . as time passes she found out that she was no longer alive. with the help of her ghost friend, a boy who can see ghosts, a creepy girl ,a young officer and an exorcist Rita wanders the prefecture to find out what happened to her and who took her life.

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.

After losing her sister, Elena Moore is left hollow—adrift in a world that no longer feels familiar. Desperate for space to breathe, she leaves behind the noise of the city and moves to a small coastal town where the ocean is wide, the streets are quiet, and no one knows her name. Nathan Hale has lived in that same town for years, quietly tucked away in a weathered house on the cliff’s edge. Once a renowned author, he’s now a recluse—his pen abandoned, his world closed off after a heartbreak he never speaks of. When Elena and Nathan cross paths, it’s not instant or electric. It’s slow—deliberate. A glance, a pause, a word. Their connection grows not from sparks but from shared silences, aching memories, and the quiet recognition of someone who understands what it means to lose everything. As seasons shift and their walls begin to crumble, both must choose: retreat to the comfort of solitude, or take the risk of loving again—imperfect, fragile, and real. Beneath the Blue is a tender, deeply felt story about grief, healing, and the unexpected love that finds you when you stop looking and start feeling again.

System Activated] [Welcome, Creator.] Ash blinked. He looked around, expecting someone to be pulling a prank. But he was alone. [You have been selected as the host of the Creator Support System.] [Function: Provide unlimited production funds for content creation.] [Restriction: Funds may only be used for video-related expenses. Misuse will result in auto-restriction.] [Additional Feature: Identity Protection – Enable anonymous persona, facial hologram masking, and voice modulation.] [View-based reward system initialized.] [Current Creative Balance: ৳∞ (Content Use Only)] He leaned back slowly, eyes fixed on the strange holographic text. "...What the hell?" The screen hovered there, steady. It didn't flicker again. It didn't disappear. A soft chime sounded in his ear. [Please choose a channel name.] Ash hesitated. It felt absurd. Was he hallucinating? Was he going crazy from stress? But the system waited. Patiently. Silently. He thought back to the videos he just watched. The weird ones. The funny ones. The over-the-top thumbnails that made no sense but still pulled millions of views. He wanted something that would stand out. Something ironic. Something that told people: this isn't serious, but it's interesting. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, and then he typed: "Creepy Crap"

I was just a normal guy once;quiet, calm, and focused. But then came the crew: Verde, Josiah, Aurelius,Bertinus, Derrick, Delvin… the so-called “legends” of badness in our school. We skipped classes, broke rules, watched the filthiest things, and chased the wildest girls. I became one of them. I lost myself in the noise. Until one night, something strange happened. A random click… a Bible app downloaded itself to my phone. Since then, something’s been stirring inside me. Every choice I make seems to affect a hidden counter—one that tracks my spirit rank. From C-Rank… can I really climb to SSS-Rank by avoiding sin and temptation? This is my journey. A journey of inner battles, hidden temptations, fake friends, and unexpected divine encounters. I’m Elric Thorns. And this is my path to redemption.

Hi! I’m Dog-Eared. I’m five. I’m made of smoke, ink, bad decisions, and narrative regret. Once upon a disaster, a guy named Ren tried to do the right thing and ended up breaking the world. So dramatic. He got superpowered, maybe cursed, maybe chosen, and then he died or didn’t or maybe became furniture—depends who you ask! He saw gods, monsters, and lies pretending to be fate. That part? That was Volume Zero. really cofusing stuff! Now we follow Aoto. Just some normal guy from a rich family. Bit angsty. Bit soft. Got rejected from every good university. Overshadowed by his sisters. Classic loser arc. 10/10 setup. No powers. No goals. Until he finds me—a weird old book with no words and a creepy vibe. Fast-forward some violent strangers with weapons, and oopsie—I’m born! That’s right. I’m the book. I’m Dog-Eared. I know stuff. Probably. I talk a lot. Also maybe cursed. Definitely annoying. Anyway! bye!

I wake up in this blinding white space — typical Heaven aesthetic — and there’s God, sitting on a cloud like He’s been waiting for me all along. I expected harps, angels, the whole “Welcome to Paradise” deal. Instead, He looks at me and says, straight-faced: “Death retired.” I blink. “Excuse me… what?” “The Grim Reaper, the entity of death? Yep. Retired. Bought a beach house in another dimension. You’ve been chosen to replace them.” At this point, I think I’m hallucinating — bread still stuck in my throat or something. But no, it’s real. I’m now the new Death. And not the spooky skeleton with a scythe — no, I’m basically unreasonably powerful. the Death? Cloak, scythe, creepy skeleton vibe?” "Yeah, but that image's outdated. I have to walk across different worlds — real life, movies, games, comics, anime — all of it. And here’s the kicker: my power? Way too unstable. I don’t just shake someone’s hand and they drop dead — that’d be boring. It’s worse… my thoughts alone can vaporize people. Think “Oops, that guy’s annoying” — poof, he’s gone. Accidentally, imagine blowing up a planet? Say goodbye to that solar system. God leans in, still smiling like this is all normal: “Don’t worry, your mind will need training… lots of it. But you’ll get the hang of it. Also, yes… you can still have friends, relationships… maybe even fall in love.” I stare at Him like He’s insane. “With these powers? You sure?”

Every student has a blessing, a unique power that shapes how they live, train, and survive. At Northridge Low-Risk Academy, most students are here for structure, safety, and a quiet path toward control. Ivy Hale isn't exactly average. Her blessing, Mirror Pain, can reflect any attack used against her. It’s powerful, defensive, and draining in ways most people don’t understand. But Ivy keeps her head down, sticks to routine, and lets others take the spotlight. That routine is broken when a high-risk blessing school shuts down. A few students from the now-defunct program are reassigned to Northridge. Most arrive with noise, loud personalities, strange habits, lingering tension. But one doesn’t. He slips past attendance lists, skips class, avoids conversation, and drifts just far enough to not be noticed. Ivy wouldn’t have seen him either if not for a pair of stray cats and a quiet moment outside school grounds. It starts there, with a cat, a conversation, and the smallest shift in Ivy’s life. But small shifts don’t stay small for long. Not in a world where danger never really disappears. It just changes schools. (Set in the same universe as Death Inc., but fully standalone. No prior reading required.)