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

Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and narcissistic——- Cut! Cut! Cut! Take two, and do it over. Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and wisest immortal in the realm of peace and harmony. Her two fathers doted on her, and she had a generous supply of resources and pills. Her life was perfect. However, her perfect life came to an abrupt end when Luo Huian, an immortal whose responsibility was to bring peace to those who had reached their ends and had run out of faith—— Watched a man jump down a building. Because of her inflexible beliefs and sense of justice, she did not save the bully. Unfortunately, that man was the son of the heavens. The loss of his life brought infinite trouble in Luo Huian’s life and she was punished by the heavens. She was sent to the world of humans where she had to rescue at least five hundred people by saving their lives when they were at the end of their wits. For an immortal this was an easy job, right? Wrong. Her grandmother sent Luo Huian to a world where Gloom Rocks had wrecked chaos. Beasts and monsters were given birth to by the Gloom Rocks that sucked every ounce of happiness from humans. This world was dominated by hunters who could kill the beasts with the powers that they had awakened. And in this cutthroat world, Luo Huian got the short end of the stick. She woke up in the body of an F-class hunter! Dang it. If that wasn’t worse enough, the previous owner had confessed to her cousin-in-law and was kicked out of the family. Double frog in the hot crock. With not a single penny in her pocket Luo Huian goes out to complete her mission. But what would happen when Luo Huian who was an F-class hunter annihilated the Z-class Glooms and Hollows that even the S-class hunters could not? Watch her fend against the dangers and at the same time save the lives of people. But in this small mission, there is a small obstruction —— The three alluring temptations. *********** Resisting the temptation take 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian pushed against the mer who had pushed her down on the bed while sitting on her waist. “Get off.” “I can’t,” answered Qi Yongrui as he took off his shirt. “Daddy Shun said that he is envious of Uncle Wang. He also wants to hold a grandchild. So, wife let's work hard tonight alright?” Luo Huian: Dear Heavens save me, I am a woman of no desire! **** Resisting the temptation take 2: “Do you think he is good looking?” Fan Meilin questioned the woman who stood next to him. Even though he was the one who won the race and the trophy, his wife was looking at the other mer. “Well yes,” Luo Huian, who was an appreciator of beauty, agreed at once. “Why are you asking this though?” Fan Meilin’s eyes flashed as he smiled at her and leaned in closer to her body as he whispered in her ear, “He might be good looking but I am a better driver. Not only on the track but also in bed, do you want to try darling?” Luo Huian: Resist the temptation! At all costs! I am an iron-hearted woman. ***** Resisting the temptation take 3: “Is this necessary?” Luo Huian questioned as she sat on the couch, watching the mer trace his fingers on her curves while she sat in nothing but modern swimwear. The mer nodded as he wrote on his small notepad, “I need to trace every inch of your skin to create my finest creation, so don’t move.” After he finished writing, he handed the notepad to Luo Huian, his fingers brushing against the curve of her bosom, waist and ——— Luo Huian: My virtue is at extreme risk! ** Fl who is trying to do everything to save her virtue from being taken as it would slow down her cultivation X Mls who are trying their best to snatch it from her. *********** Trigger warning: though the book is set in a comedic setting, there might be some uneasy topics that would discuss depression and loneliness. ***********

Luo Huian adalah yang paling cantik, kuat, dan narsistik——- Potong! Potong! Potong! Ambil dua, dan ulangi. Luo Huian adalah yang paling cantik, kuat, dan bijaksana yang abadi dalam alam kedamaian dan harmoni. Kedua ayahnya sangat menyayanginya, dan dia memiliki banyak sumber daya dan pil. Kehidupannya sempurna. Namun, kehidupan sempurnanya berakhir tiba-tiba ketika Luo Huian, seorang abadi yang bertanggung jawab membawa kedamaian bagi mereka yang telah mencapai akhir dan kehabisan keyakinan—— Menyaksikan seorang pria melompat dari gedung. Karena kepercayaannya yang kaku dan rasa keadilannya, dia tidak menyelamatkan si pengganggu. Sayangnya, pria tersebut adalah anak dari surga. Kehilangan nyawanya membawa masalah tak terbatas dalam kehidupan Luo Huian dan dia dihukum oleh surga. Dia dikirim ke dunia manusia di mana dia harus menyelamatkan setidaknya lima ratus orang dengan menyelamatkan nyawa mereka ketika mereka berada di ujung akal sehat mereka. Untuk seorang abadi ini adalah pekerjaan yang mudah, bukan? Salah. Neneknya mengirim Luo Huian ke dunia di mana Batu Kegelapan telah menciptakan kekacauan. Binatang dan monster dilahirkan oleh Batu Kegelapan yang menghisap setiap ons kebahagiaan dari manusia. Dunia ini didominasi oleh pemburu yang dapat membunuh binatang dengan kekuatan yang telah mereka bangkitkan. Dan di dunia yang kejam ini, Luo Huian mendapat bagian yang paling buruk. Dia bangun dalam tubuh pemburu kelas-F! Sialan. Jika itu belum cukup buruk, pemilik sebelumnya telah mengakui kepada sepupu perempuannya dan diusir dari keluarga. Ganda katak dalam pot panas. Dengan tidak sedikit pun uang di sakunya Luo Huian keluar untuk menyelesaikan misinya. Tapi apa yang akan terjadi ketika Luo Huian yang adalah pemburu kelas-F membasmi Glooms and Hollows kelas-Z yang bahkan pemburu kelas-S pun tidak bisa? Lihat dia melawan bahaya dan pada saat yang sama menyelamatkan nyawa orang-orang. Tapi dalam misi kecil ini, ada halangan kecil —— Tiga godaan yang memikat. *********** Melawan godaan ambil 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian mendorong mer yang telah menekannya ke tempat tidur sambil duduk di pinggangnya. "Turun." “Saya tidak bisa,” jawab Qi Yongrui saat dia melepas bajunya. “Ayah Shun bilang dia iri dengan Paman Wang. Dia juga ingin memeluk cucu. Jadi, istri ayo kita kerja keras malam ini, oke?” Luo Huian: Tuhanku selamatkan aku, aku adalah perempuan tanpa keinginan! **** Melawan godaan ambil 2: “Menurutmu dia tampan?” tanya Fan Meilin kepada wanita yang berdiri di sebelahnya. Meski dia yang memenangkan perlombaan dan piala, istrinya malah melihat mer lain. “Ya tentu,” Luo Huian, yang merupakan penikmat keindahan, segera setuju. “Tapi mengapa kamu bertanya?” Mata Fan Meilin berkilat saat dia tersenyum pada Luo dan mendekatkan tubuhnya sambil berbisik di telinganya, “Dia mungkin tampak tampan tapi saya adalah pengendara yang lebih baik. Tidak hanya di jalur tapi juga di tempat tidur, apakah kamu mau mencoba sayang?” Luo Huian: Lawan godaan! Biaya apa pun! Saya adalah wanita berhati baja. ***** Melawan godaan ambil 3: “Apakah ini perlu?” tanya Luo Huian saat duduk di sofa, menonton mer melacak jarinya di lengkungan tubuhnya sambil dia duduk hanya dengan pakaian renang modern. Mer itu mengangguk saat dia menulis di notepad kecilnya, “Saya perlu melacak setiap inci kulit Anda untuk menciptakan karya terbaik saya, jadi jangan bergerak.” Setelah selesai menulis, dia menyerahkan notepad kepada Luo Huian, jarinya menyentuh lekukan dada, pinggangnya dan ——— Luo Huian: Kesucianku berada dalam risiko besar! ** Fl yang berusaha melakukan segalanya untuk menyelamatkan kesuciannya dari diambil karena itu akan memperlambat kultivasinya X Mls yang berusaha sebaik mungkin untuk merebutnya darinya. *********** Peringatan pemicu: meskipun buku ini diatur dalam pengaturan komedi, mungkin ada beberapa topik yang tidak nyaman yang akan membahas depresi dan kesepian. ***********

``` Luo Huian era a mais bela, forte e narcisista —— Corte! Corte! Corte! Tome dois, e faça de novo. Luo Huian era a imortal mais bela, forte e sábia no reino da paz e harmonia. Seus dois pais a mimavam, e ela tinha um generoso suprimento de recursos e pílulas. Sua vida era perfeita. No entanto, sua vida perfeita chegou ao fim abrupto quando Luo Huian, uma imortal cuja responsabilidade era trazer paz àqueles que tinham alcançado seus fins e perdido a fé—— Assistiu a um homem saltando de um prédio. Por conta de suas crenças inflexíveis e senso de justiça, ela não salvou o valentão. Infelizmente, aquele homem era o filho dos céus. A perda de sua vida trouxe problemas infinitos na vida de Luo Huian e ela foi punida pelos céus. Ela foi enviada ao mundo dos humanos onde tinha que resgatar pelo menos quinhentas pessoas salvando suas vidas quando estivessem no limite da razão. Para um imortal isso seria um trabalho fácil, certo? Errado. Sua avó enviou Luo Huian para um mundo onde as Pedras da Penumbra haviam causado caos. Bestas e monstros nasciam das Pedras da Penumbra que sugavam cada gota de felicidade dos humanos. Este mundo era dominado por caçadores que podiam matar as bestas com os poderes que haviam despertado. E neste mundo cruel, Luo Huian tirou a sorte grande. Ela acordou no corpo de um caçador classe F! Caramba. Se isso já não fosse ruim o suficiente, a antiga dona havia se confessado ao primo por afinidade e foi expulsa da família. Duplo sapo na panela quente. Sem um único centavo no bolso, Luo Huian sai para completar sua missão. Mas o que aconteceria quando Luo Huian, que era uma caçadora classe F, aniquilasse os Devastadores e Hollows da classe Z que nem mesmo os caçadores de classe S conseguiam? Assista-a defender-se dos perigos e ao mesmo tempo salvar a vida das pessoas. Mas nesta pequena missão, há um pequeno obstáculo —— As três tentações sedutoras. *********** Resistindo à tentação, toma 1: “MMMPH,” Luo Huian empurrava o mer que a havia derrubado na cama enquanto estava sentado em sua cintura. “Sai de cima.” “Não posso,” respondeu Qi Yongrui enquanto tirava sua camisa. “Papai Shun disse que está com inveja do Tio Wang. Ele também quer segurar um neto. Então, esposa, vamos nos esforçar muito hoje à noite, certo?” Luo Huian: Queridos Céus, salvem-me, sou uma mulher sem desejos! **** Resistindo à tentação, toma 2: “Você acha que ele é bonito?” Fan Meilin questionou a mulher que estava ao seu lado. Embora ele fosse quem ganhou a corrida e o troféu, sua esposa estava olhando para o outro mer. “Bem sim,” Luo Huian, que era uma apreciadora da beleza, concordou imediatamente. “Mas por que você está perguntando?” Os olhos de Fan Meilin brilharam enquanto sorria para ela e se inclinava mais perto de seu corpo, sussurrando em seu ouvido, “Ele pode ser bonito, mas eu sou um motorista melhor. Não só na pista, mas também na cama, quer tentar, querida?” Luo Huian: Resistam à tentação! A qualquer custo! Eu sou uma mulher de coração de ferro. ***** Resistindo à tentação, toma 3: “Isso é necessário?” Luo Huian questionou enquanto estava sentada no sofá, observando o mer traçar seus dedos em suas curvas enquanto ela estava apenas de trajes de banho modernos. O mer assentiu enquanto escrevia em seu pequeno bloco de notas, “Preciso traçar cada centímetro da sua pele para criar minha obra-prima, então não se mexa.” Após terminar de escrever, ele entregou o bloco de notas para Luo Huian, seus dedos roçando a curva do seu seio, cintura e ——— Luo Huian: Minha virtude está em extremo risco! ** Fl tentando fazer de tudo para salvar sua virtude de ser tomada, pois isso atrasaria sua cultivação X Mls tentando de tudo para arrancá-la dela. *********** Aviso de gatilho: embora o livro seja ambientado em um cenário cômico, podem haver alguns tópicos sensíveis como depressão e solidão. *********** ```

In a world where Jōki—power fueled by human emotion—rules society, Luka Viazemsky is an anomaly. Born without emotions, he cannot wield Jōki. He cannot even perceive it. Deemed worthless, discarded, and left to die, Luka is forced into the Undermaze, a lawless city beneath Kislevia where survival is a daily battle. Under the guidance of a masked warrior, he learns the ways of Null Energy—a power unlike anything the world has seen. But in the shadows, forces beyond his understanding move against him. A corrupt hero. A lost sister. A dying race. And at the heart of it all—a buried truth that will shake the world. To reclaim his destiny, Luka must fight against warriors, assassins, and the rising threat of the Xeno. And along the way, he will uncover a secret so terrifying—it could destroy both humanity and himself.

In the quiet countryside of Suntails Hollow, Dorian Highspire grows up weaving tales, singing songs, and dreaming of a life beyond the fields and hills of his childhood. Inspired by a wandering bard whose magic turns stories into art, Dorian embarks on a journey not to seek fame or glory, but to find stories—those hidden in the hearts of strangers, in forgotten ruins, and in the bustling streets of distant towns. With only his lute, his magical talents, and an insatiable curiosity, Dorian's path is one of discovery. He explores towns full of charm and mystery, meets individuals carrying unspoken burdens and quiet joys, and transforms their stories into songs brimming with life. As he moves from one village square to another, performing with illusions that captivate and inspire, Dorian learns not just about the world but about himself. Full of heartfelt moments and the simple beauty of everyday lives, A Ballad of the Wandering Bard invites you to follow Dorian as he seeks stories worth singing—and perhaps, along the way, becomes part of a few himself.

What would you do if you woke up on a throne with no memory of your past life, only darkness feasting on your soul and cold creeping into your bones? You begin to see a person in visions and realize it is yourself, but the figure in these memories is a nightmare. A philosophical tale exploring the curse of emptiness and eternity, leading to an unimaginable hatred for what thrives beyond the shadows. Born from darkness and devoid of memories, a being embarks on a quest to uncover its origins. But as the journey unfolds, the pursuit of forgotten truths only deepens its sense of emptiness. Corrupted by the very answers it seeks, the being becomes the very entity from its memories—lost, hollow, and bound by the relentless cycle of its own existence.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

The Priest of Hollow Hill For centuries, Salvatore Vernoux has existed in the shadows—once a feared warlord, now a revered priest in a quiet village. But behind his holy facade lies something far darker. His hands are stained with the blood of the past, and his influence stretches further than any villager could ever suspect. He has lived for 500 years, shaping history from behind the scenes, erasing those who uncover too much. None have ever come close to challenging him. Until Leonhardt Vale. A warrior sent to kill him. A man with nothing to lose. The first enemy in centuries to truly threaten Salvatore’s existence. As past and present collide, Salvatore is forced to confront the ghosts of his own making. The dead whisper his name. The past refuses to stay buried. And the longer he looks into the abyss, the more it seems to be staring back. Because immortality does not mean invincibility. And the past is never truly dead.

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.

Brielle is one of the few female hunters at the association. Dealing with useless trainees every six months, she has a low tolerance for bullshit. She no longer believes in love, and nothing will change her mind after what happened to her. She believes that the only thing she can love and trust is her job, where she helps protect the defenceless by killing those who use their abilities to get everything they want. Hunting is a thrill that she enjoys more than life itself. Having a minimalist life, the only thing at home she cherishes is her painting. A vampire that refuses to choose a partner for his sister. Ketan will do anything to protect his loved ones, even kill those that threaten his livelihood. Usually, he is calm, gentle, and collected. He stays hidden away from everyone when he does not want anything to do with individuals until the day he is captured and locked away in a dungeon. After that moment, his life changed for good. Cursing the blood that he drinks, Ketan fights against the pull of drinking more blood from the person that donated the blood. An Excerpt from the book: Brielle throws her arms around Ketan’s neck. “I was so worried about you. I did not know what you were going to do or if you would survive.” Ketan smiled and accepted her hug. “I am sorry for worrying you. I had to do what needed to be done. Besides, I knew that this was going to happen and be as painful as it was.” Brielle starts sobbing in his embrace. “I think that you should take what you need from me, Ketan. You will not be able to stand the bloodlust soon… will you?” Pushing her away before losing control. Ketan moves away from her weakly. “Stay back. I am not in control of myself right now. You should not even be here right now. Leave me alone!” Ketan holds his hand out to stop her from coming closer to him. “I can hear your pulse racing; it’s deafening.” “You were fine a moment ago; now you are you pushing me away, Ketan? I can help you.” Brielle leans down towards him and gently pulls him into her arms. “No, stop. I can’t control myself, and I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I am not a sedated beast; I lust for every drop of your sweet blood that I hear pumping through your veins, but I must resist. Otherwise, I will harm you in the worst way possible.” Ketan pushes her back and teleports deeper into the cave. “Stay back before I begin to acquire a taste for your blood. It is a deadly thing to tempt fate once again.” Brielle continues to walk into the deep dark cave towards him. “Ketan, I trust you more than I have trusted others. I know that you will not kill me. Just look at how fearful you are right now.” She finally reaches him again. Crying, Ketan grabs her from behind, sits her in his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other in her hair, pulling off the right exposing her neck. Slowly he lowers his lips to her neck, licking the surface testing the flesh. His fangs rest at the hollow of her neck before carefully breaking the skin. He starts to drink her blood deeply, but as he drank, he slowly stopped and lifted his face up, crying while holding Brielle against his body crying. Blood leaking from the bite marks while some drips down his chin. Her body was being held up by Ketan, and her eyes were now closed. Her body seemed lifeless in his arms. She started to slide forward as a deadweight. Ketan catches her and holds her princess style in his lap, rocking back and forth. Crying fresh tears.

[Simulation shall commence.] On this fateful day, the world was stunned by the appearance of ancient animals that were supposed to have gone extinct for millions of years. Huge sinkholes appeared in every corner of the world, becoming a tunnel for the ancient animals to emerge to the surface. Humans have found an answer to one of the biggest mysteries in human history. Hollow Earth is real. Here, humans will wrest their lives to explore this new world that has existed for thousands, if not millions, of years underneath them. Before the start of his exploration, Clovis came across a place called ‘Another World Mall.’ Dwarven Sword, Magical Elven Clothes, or Giant Race Toy? Everything can be found in this ‘Another World Mall.’ As an aspiring Subterranean Explorer, how would he utilize this ‘Another World Mall’ to become the greatest explorer of all time and find the truth about the simulation?

Ein was a hitman on hire. A killer, a shadow, a death with insomnia, if you may. He had witnessed countless pairs of eyes dim as the light of life faded, leaving nothing but vile hollowness. Needless to say, the sight of a soul popping out of the dead body was a first. And it wasn't just any soul. It was the dead heir of Byers Holdings, the same guy he killed with his own hands. Turns out the rich boy Adriel had a horribly irritating and loud soul, but worst of it all - impossible to get rid of. Who would have thought that killing on a blue moon night could lead to being haunted?

Join Cazumaki on his perilous journey as he strives to harness the unfathomable might of Akizer, a latent power so formidable it could potentially bring an end to the protracted conflict between humans and Iwe'se. As he navigates the complexities of mastering his ability, Cazumaki must also conceal his true nature, lest his overwhelming strength be discovered. Through trials and tribulations, Cazumaki embarks on a path of self-discovery, learning to balance his extraordinary abilities with the intricacies of everyday life. Along the way, he forges unbreakable bonds with a diverse cast of characters, each with their own unique stories and motivations. As Cazumaki delves deeper into the mysteries of Akizer, he begins to unravel the secrets of a world where ancient conflicts and forgotten lore threaten to upend the fragile balance of power. Will he be able to wield his extraordinary abilities to forge a new path, or will the weight of his secrets crush him beneath its unyielding pressure?

Shi Jian's cultivation journey started with the pursuit of the Dao of Love alongside his partner. However, their shared pursuit of the Dao of Love is tragically cut short when she is murdered, shattering Shi Jian's world. Consumed by rage and a desire for revenge, , he plunges into the Dao of Lust, using dual cultivation to amass power. With his newfound abilities, he slaughtered those responsible for his lover's death. However, the aftermath of his massacre left him with a hollow feeling, realizing that this path wasn't what his loved one would have wanted for him. He shifts his focus to the Dao of Life, driven by the desperate hope of resurrection. Years of relentless cultivation bring him to the cusp of godhood, a Quasi-God realm cultivator, yet he remains haunted by his past and the lurking shadows of his enemies. A secret realm, promising the key to achieving the God realm and completing his Dao of Life, lures him in. It's a trap, a carefully orchestrated demise by envious immortals and remnants of his past foes. Despite his immense power, he falls and lost his life. However, in a surprising twist, he found himself returned to his younger self, before embarking on his cultivation journey. Armed with profound knowledge of the future and mastery over the Dao of Love, Lust, and Life, Shi Jian is now poised to relive his journey, armed with the wisdom to alter the course of his destiny. Genre: 18+ Author's Note: read the review and upto 10 chaps for more understanding. votes (100 powerstones for every extra chap in a week). The story will be updated daily, so be prepared to join me on a captivating journey of Love, Lust, and Life.

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

Forensic psychologist Eleanor "Ellie" Grayson is called to evaluate Jonas Blackwood, the sole survivor of a gruesome massacre linked to an occult ritual. Jonas exhibits disturbing behavior—his eyes empty, his voice shifting, and his words cryptic: “We are many. We are hollow.” At first, Ellie assumes he’s suffering from severe psychological trauma, but when a wave of unexplained violence spreads through the psychiatric hospital where he’s held, she realizes something far more sinister is at play. As Ellie investigates, she uncovers a chilling legend—The Hollow Ones. Once human, these beings have been emptied of all emotions, desires, and identities, becoming vessels for an ancient, unknowable force. The more people they consume, the stronger their presence in the world. And the more Ellie learns about them, the more they take notice of her. Soon, she begins experiencing eerie symptoms—her reflection lags in mirrors, she hears voices whispering from the shadows, and she feels her emotions dulling as if something is siphoning her very soul. Desperate for answers, she joins forces with Dr. Alistair Kincaid, an occult historian who warns that once someone is marked by the Hollow Ones, the process of hollowing out is nearly unstoppable. As Ellie fights to retain her sense of self, she discovers that Jonas Blackwood’s excavation of an ancient burial site may have unleashed the Hollow Ones once more. The entities do not kill—they spread, infecting the minds and bodies of the living, transforming them into soulless husks. Now, Ellie must race against time to stop the spread before she loses herself completely. But how do you fight something that is already inside you? And if the price of survival means sacrificing a part of her humanity, is she willing to pay it? In a chilling blend of supernatural horror and psychological suspense, The Hollow Ones is a terrifying exploration of identity, possession, and the creeping fear of losing what makes us human.

Evelyn Mercer never planned to return to Black Hollow, the eerie town she left behind after her mother’s tragic death. But when whispers start calling her name—soft, insistent voices that invade her dreams and waking hours—she has no choice but to go back. From the moment she arrives, the town feels wrong. The streets are too empty, the people too watchful, and the past lingers like a shadow that refuses to fade. As she checks into the decrepit Black Hollow Inn, the whispers grow stronger. They murmur in the dark, calling her by name, warning her to leave. But something roots her in place—something she can’t explain. When she discovers that her mother is listed among the town’s many missing persons—despite the official story of her death—Evelyn realizes that Black Hollow is hiding secrets far darker than she ever imagined. People have been vanishing for decades, taken by something unseen, something that whispers in the night. As Evelyn digs deeper, she finds herself entangled in a mystery that defies reason. The whispers are not just voices—they are entities, bound to the town, watching, waiting. And they have chosen her. With time running out and the boundary between the living and the lost growing thin, Evelyn must uncover the truth before she, too, becomes nothing more than another name whispered in the dark.

The world is not as it should be. Long ago, reality shattered, splitting into five realms, each severed by the Veil, a boundary of unraveling magic. But the Veil is weakening, its wounds bleeding through, twisting the borders between worlds. Kaelen is one of the few who can cross it without being torn apart—a gift, or perhaps a curse. Exiled from the ruined city of Noxport, haunted by whispers that wear her face, she is hunted by forces that should not remember her name. When the rifts begin to widen, revealing glimpses of a forgotten, impossible city, she is forced to confront the truth: The realms are collapsing. And she may be the reason why. Pursued by Primals, ancient beings who seek dominion over the broken world, Kaelen joins a rebellion of outcasts, each bearing their own secrets, their own scars. Together, they seek the Echo Mirror, an artifact shattered long ago, said to be the key to restoring balance. But the deeper they venture into the decaying realms, the more Kaelen realizes something that makes her question the reality of her own existence. ------------ Hello, dear readers!! This is my first story on this site, and I am yet not familiar much with how this platform works. The story can get edited from time to time in terms of writing and not the storyline, of course. I am very open to any suggestions that you might have. Happy Reading.

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

He once dreamed of becoming the strongest a warrior powerful enough to protect the ones he loved. But fate was cruel. One by one, he lost everything: his family, his friends, his mentor, and the girl who promised to stand by his side. Yet he kept pushing forward, chasing strength until he finally reached the top. But by then… there was nothing left. Now, he lives like a machine completing quests, collecting rewards, and waiting for the day something strong enough will finally end his life. He doesn't cry. He doesn't smile. He doesn't hope. Until one day, he witnesses a young boy protecting his childhood friend from an A-rank monster. Something in him stirs a faint, long-forgotten urge to protect. For the first time in years, he feels something… and it terrifies him. But was it just a flicker? Or could this moment finally crack his hollow shell?

“Listen for the buzz of the Golden Honeybee’s wings, Where it will guide you to a lonely mountain creek, Follow the path abandoned by the hearts of kings, And be sure not to make a single peep. Then, the White Tiger’s snores you’ll hear, Below the bright azure skies of crystal clear, Walk into the fiery sea of blazing chrysanthemums, Whilst being careful of the spirit foxes’ bums, And there, you will find me, Sleeping below the great hollow tree.”

Beaufort Lancaster has always known himself to be a sinner—a man with little to no intention of marriage, a man, or better, a lover who enjoys the thrill that comes with women bound to duty—especially those who belong to other men. However, what was once a game, a thrill, shifts dangerously once he meets Lady Louisa Lancaster, his brother’s wife—Andrew Lancaster. Andrew Lancaster is mad. Not mad in the way men are described as eccentric, temperamental, hard nuts to crack, illogical, impediments, imbeciles... No! The man is truly lost to the grip of madness. His world and reality align in different diversions. His marriage to Louisa is a hollow arrangement, void of warmth or desire. Yet, bound by duty and title, she remains his! Beaufort never thought himself capable of true love—until her. What begins as a fascination, mere attraction to another married woman, transforms into something unbearable. He thinks about her more often than he should. He watches her more closely than is right. He delights in spending more time with her than he should. And the breaking point comes when he finds himself in her room, out of a slight argument, one fateful evening. A kiss. A touch. Nothing more. But it is enough to undo him! Wracked with guilt and the weight of his transgression, Beaufort flees Lancaster for London, seeking refuge in the arms of God. Priesthood, he believes, shall cleanse him—will rid him of her. Yet, even within the monastery, the ghost of Lady Louisa haunts him—her scent, her touch, the whisper of her name, her smile. They all linger in the quiet halls filled with souls embracing celibacy. But he was never celibate! How could he be if he thinks? If he thinks rather sexually of another human being he wished to rid himself of? Worse—his brother’s property? And so he flees! The cloth of fatherhood or brotherhood can never silence the call of his heart. Salvation is a word, and he, of all people, shall have a different case scenario on the Day of Judgment! What happens? In His Sins is a tale of forbidden love, guilt, and the haunting grip of desire, set against the rigid moralities of the Victorian era. Enjoy!

"They say power corrupts... but what if corruption was the price of power?" Lucian never sought power—he only wanted to save his grandfather. But when he inherits the Book of Envy, a cursed tome that grants desires at a terrible cost, he is thrown into a world where the strong devour the weak. To master the book, he must train under Veyren, the twisted holder of the Book of Lost. Along the way, he meets Kael, a skilled swordsman with the Book of Blades—a boy whose abilities Lucian secretly covets. Betrayal, obsession, and an unstoppable hunger for strength drive Lucian down a path of no return. But what happens when he faces a power too great to steal? A dark fantasy tale of ambition, sacrifice, and the descent into power.

In his previous hollow life, Alek was a nobody. After a freak accident (getting rammed by a garbage truck) he gets transported to another world where Heaven and Hell exist. And not only that, but he becomes the vessel of an ancient evil feared by the mass. Now, granted the opportunity to experience a more eventful life, Alek will waste not a single second to enjoy and make the most of it in the most unhinged and unorthodox way he's never been able to. Well... that's what he hopes, as his inexperience from basic human interaction holds him back from acting like a normal socially acceptable person. The spread of an unknown Infestation across the desolate land, the two factions obscured in enigmatic darkness that are on the hunt for him, the bothersome people that somehow find a reason to continue interacting with him, and the (Needy) embodiment of unholy amalgamation that resides within him aren't the only things he has to tolerate in his new danger filled life. Along with his obliviousness, he must traverse his new life with the dark and unsettling vibe the people around him think he has. A dark fantasy/comedy about an awkward idiot and his shenanigans.

Perla had always felt a longing for adventure, stifled by the rules of her strict upbringing and surrounded by her older brothers free to do as they wanted. She longed to carve her own path, to seek out excitement and perhaps even a little romance along the way. One day, while escaping yet another tedious piano class, she stumbled into the hollow of a massive tree. At its base, a mesmerizing green light beckoned her, and before she knew it, she was transported to a bizarre forest teeming with colossal, long-extinct creatures and menacing carnivorous plants. This was the realm of Beastkin, where men could transform into mighty beasts. Here, the constant threat of war had led to a peculiar imbalance, with most females giving birth to male Beastkin, resulting in a dire shortage of women. The land was a battleground, filled with mercenaries and adventurers seeking glory. While the males formed companies to embark on quests, their females stayed behind, living a life of comfort. But not Perla—she was determined to break free from the mold, to grow stronger, and to join her new love interests on exhilarating escapades.

The world ended without warning. Orin Kael was just another drifter surviving day-to-day in Ashcroft City when reality itself shattered, plunging him into the Hollow Rift—a nightmarish labyrinth where forgotten myths walk and the weak are devoured. In this fractured realm, humans are nothing more than prey. The Rift grants power to those it deems worthy through the Axiom Protocol, transforming survivors into something more than human. But Orin was chosen by nothing—rejected by the very system that empowers others. Yet when he survives his first encounter with a Hollowborn Stalker, Orin awakens a forbidden trait: the Axiom of Endurance. Unlike others who receive gifts, his power is earned through suffering. Every wound he endures, every hardship he survives, makes him stronger. Now Orin must navigate the ever-shifting laws of the Rift, facing horrors that defy logic, rivals willing to kill for the smallest advantage, and the disturbing truth behind this prison dimension. As he descends deeper, he uncovers a terrifying reality: the Hollow Rift wasn't built to create champions—it was designed to contain something far worse. With no patron, no destiny, and apparently no way back, Orin has only one choice—to seize the Rift with his own hands and become its first true Sovereign, or break the cycle entirely.

Synopsis of Emotions? Saito Atsuki is a prodigy feared and misunderstood by the world. Born with unimaginable power, he walks a lonely path, devoid of emotions and connections. But even the strongest heart cannot remain untouched forever. As he journeys to become an Arcane Warrior, Atsuki’s life takes a turn when he meets people who break through his icy exterior, teaching him the value of trust, laughter, and love. Yet, with every bond he forms, he risks losing the fragile emotions he’s only just discovered. Can Atsuki balance his overwhelming power with the delicate feelings that make him human, or will his emotions slip away, leaving him as a hollow vessel of strength? A tale of struggle, growth, and the search for meaning in a world that sees him as a weapon rather than a person.

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

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.