Mumei Sings

Power has always sought power. Greatness to enable and bolster its notoriety and control. So naturally when an ancient and mysterious magic is reborn, those of great skill rush in. A demonic family guided by oracles and apparitions, a killer cult out to destroy all that is other, and singing gods of flora tied in oaths and influence. However, each quickly discovers that such great energy is not so easily possessed. Especially when it has a will of its own.

Human, Alien, Machine Genes. Daughter of Andromeda, Queen of Saiyara, Intergalactic Committee Space Commander, Kindred Spirit, Mighty Warrior, Cybernetic Prodigy. ‎ ‎Built for survival. Wired for history. Crowned for peace. She bleeds metal, thinks faster than light, and sleeps with the stars. ‎ ‎Eve Online is the story of a lonely woman's journey in the cosmos. Born as an AI, transformed to Human, enhanced by alien genes. She survived the harshest planets, became a bounty hunter and hunted vicious Aliens and cyborgs. Then she met a friend from planet Saiyara that transformed her life and gave her a legacy. ‎ ‎Universal Defense Forces (IC) gave her a spaceship, a rank, a squad, missions that took her to the most uncharted planets in the Galaxies. ‎ ‎Not only Humans, aliens sing of her beauty. But she's not fragile, she's the most devastating force and there is nowhere she wouldn't go to protect her planet, her galaxy, and the friends she's sworn to protect. ‎ ‎She's a Doomborn Slayer to the forces of hell, and a superstar to countless young dreamers and stargazers . She's not just a warrior, she's also an explorer. When not on the battlefield, she's out there in cosmos ruins and alien tech, deep space archeology is her favorite hobby.

"He is cursed, untouchable—desired by all, loved by none. When beauty becomes a weapon, and trauma sings in riddles... how long until even the purest soul is pulled in?" A psychological dark fantasy where love battles madness, desire hides danger, and the line between victim and villain disappears. Genres: Dark Fantasy • Psychological • Supernatural • Emotional BL • mixed culture ( Chinese & Japanese * mainly * ) • worldwide (Warning: Mature themes, trauma, and sensual tension. Not your typical BL.) ● This is not a story about lust—it’s about scars, soul ties, and dangerous longing. Expect hurt , healing , huntingly beautiful “Eyes talk louder than the tongue.” — Eyes of Broken Lilies : the untamed “Who do I call black and white... when both are hiding each other beneath?” — The Black & White Poem “ After raising you hidden inside this baiyan and carrijg the weight of this crawn ribbon.. this is what you returned me as a father ? — The Golden crawn ribbon “I know I did wrong. I don’t deserve the ribbon. But I only did it to hold you close...” — The Broken Mask

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

Shattered Chains of the Fallen Emperor History sings of the savior’s flame, Legends whisper the tyrant’s name. But what of he who walks both threads— A crown of light, a soul that bled? In realms where gods bestow their grace, Where silence hides what truth can’t face, A golden heir begins his climb, Too praised, too pure, too bound by time. They call him Valen Veridian, bright— A warrior bathed in sacred light. Carved by blood, refined by pain, He walks the path with ghostly chains. To the world, he is hope's own song, But something deeper feels… all wrong. And far beyond the empire’s gleam, Where ashes choke the fading dream, Another rises from the night, With eyes that burn, not plead for light. Marcus Alderwood, cursed by name, No thirst for glory, no need for fame. He seeks no throne, no holy fight— Just one man standing in his sight. As fate begins its crueler art, Oaths will break and truths will start. The light may blind more than the shade, And gods may watch the roles they played. A reckoning comes not from the blade, But from the silence vows have made. Two heirs. One lie. A fate unkind— A hero… a villain… or both intertwined? But still, both sons of fallen skies Were born to break and meet demise. --- Shattered Chains of the fallen Emperor

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

In a world where beast tamers dominate society through strength and spirit bonds, a cautious and unassuming young man named Rei Valen lives in the bustling city of Orenth. Laughed at as a "failed tamer" due to his seemingly weak bond beasts—a lazy furball, a singing frog, and a cowardly squirrel—Rei hides a terrifying secret: Each of his beasts is a legendary-class creature in disguise, capable of wiping out armies. But Rei doesn’t want fame. Instead, he wants a peaceful life, build a trading guild, grow a potion brand, and quietly create an empire… all while avoiding battles and staying under the radar. However, fate won’t leave him alone, as absurd situations and underestimated challenges keep forcing him to act.

"In Hollywood, dreams are made and broken every day. But some dreams refuse to die." Thirteen-year-old Vince Carter arrives in Los Angeles with nothing but raw ambition and an unshakeable belief in his destiny. When most kids his age are worried about homework, Vince is determined to conquer Hollywood. But Vince harbors a secret that will change everything. When he encounters scripts, he discovers an extraordinary ability, one that allows him to truly become the characters he reads, experiencing their lives, emotions, and wisdom as if they were his own. And today, he takes his first step into an industry that will never be the same. So come and join him, for his adventure has just begun. Singing? He'll top the charts. Acting? Critics will call him a generational talent. Directing? Box office gold will follow his name. Producing? He'll reshape the industry itself. From an unknown thirteen-year-old to Hollywood royalty, Vince will carve his own path to stardom, one unforgettable performance at a time. But in a world where talent meets ambition, where childhood innocence battles adult wisdom, and where every role shapes his soul, can a young dreamer with an impossible gift truly conquer it all?

"Ding, the host has opened the invincible realm! As long as the host is here, you will be invincible in the realm!" As a dead person, Huan Changge traveled through the fantasy world and encountered countless monsters and ghosts from the outside world. Huan Changge decided not to leave his invincible realm before becoming an immortal. I am bored in the realm so I train few good disciples, and accidentally cultivated them into masters of the cultivation world, turning the world upside down. Godly Scriptures I wrote casually, has become the most powerful practice in the heavens, and immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons are desperately fighting for their lives. Plant a few fields, and there are immortality herbs everywhere, and if you eat one plant, you will become an immortal. The world is crazy because of me. Those who step into my invincible realm with bad intentions, I just wants to say: "Kneel down and sing to be conquered by the master." Cause I am Invincible.

--------I am noticing many of you reading it but not adding to the library, maybe because of Prologue, so you can skip the Boring Prologue of Lore and get to the fun part, Chapter-01. Thanks for Reading it. I really appreciate it. Synopsis: [Ultra Short Version - Terry has game abilities—XP leveling, resource gathering, crafting items in seconds, spamming them in battle, and even granting others the same powers.] ------ [Short version] Terry's soul was a hollow flute. Isekai'd into a brutal world of monsters and dungeons, but with game-like powers, he was used as a pawn, then betrayed and abandoned. But in that emptiness, something ancient began to stir. Now he drifts unseen, collecting every secret and sin, his hollow core twisting into a hunger no one can escape. The flute has begun to sing. And when he plays, the world that cast him aside will drown in the music of his revenge. ----------------- [Long Version] Terry never had the wish. Had no big dreams. Never wanted to be great. No fire of ambition in his heart. Just emptiness. Maybe that's why he was chosen. A perfect vessel. Cracked and full of holes. Empty enough for something old and powerful to slip in. Like a flute waiting to be played, shaped to carry a god's lost song. He woke up in Tarnheval, a brutal medieval world choking on its own glory. Monsters lurking beneath shattered citadels. Dragons nesting in the ruins of dead kingdoms. Dungeons that swallowed entire generations. And nobles who smiled as they carved out power from the bones of the helpless. They looked at him and saw nothing worth fearing. Just a vessel to be filled. A weapon to be used. So they betrayed him. Abandoned him. He was sacrificed. Forgotten. But he did not forget. Quiet. Watching. Every move the nobles plotted behind cold stone walls. Every sin the great families buried beneath silk banners. Armies that slaughtered innocents they had sworn to protect. And Terry drifted through it all. Unseen. Unremarkable. Absorbing every dark truth, every whispered lie, every dying breath. Noting. Remembering each. Because something inside him was waking up. Something older than Tarnheval itself. The flute had begun to sing. His emptiness turned into hunger. A hunger for truth. A hunger for ruin. The one they abandoned was becoming the weapon they couldn't stop. And whether the world lives or falls, it will happen to the music he plays. #IsekaiEpic #AbandonedHeir #DungeonCrawling #DragonTaming #War #TheEmptyHero

Darius walked along the castle corridors, barefoot, it was very late into the night, the castle was silent, all the servants were very much asleep. He walked until he stopped at her door, he opened it gently , not wanting to wake her and crept inside her bedchamber. There he saw her, the reason for his restlessness and inability to fall asleep. She was sleeping soundly with the moon lighting up the room. He went closer to her and he couldn't help wanting to lie next to her which he did. He thought that lying next to her will help calm his wolf that has been very restless, he turned to his left side watching her as she slept. he still wasn't satisfied, he crept closer to her until he was now looming over her, before he knew it he's hand was brushing the strands of her hair off her face, she looked very beautiful to him. he sniffed her hair, and he couldn't help growling "mine". he placed a kiss on her forehead then her eyes, her cheeks and finally he hovered over her lips, his wolf singing in his head "mine, mine". finally he could kissed her on her lips, the first was a little peck and than he pried her lips open and kissed her with such verocity that only a hungry man could have, which waked the poor girl up, she gasped and he used that opportunity to insert his tongue inside, and my,he has never tasted such sweet delicay before, he continued his administrations with his hands trailing all over her legsto her bottom, he was driving her insane, she needs to snap out of it............ in the kingdom of silvervale, where humans and werewolves coexist, the moonlight holds a special kind of magic. The moon casts it's silvery light over the land, creating a magical atmosphere that seemed to whisper of secrets and untold stories. Rosaline, a young dormant half wolf, her true nature dormant beneath the surface, waiting to be awakened by the touch of her mate. she grew up in the shadow of her mother lady Eleanor's broken heart. her father had abandoned them both for his true mate , leaving them to fend for themselves. Darius, the narcissistic alpha king of silvervale, had sworn off finding his true mate after witnessing the tragic fate of his own parents. He believed that love only brought pain and loss and he was content ruling his kingdom with an iron fist. But fate had other plans for Rosaline and Darius, when they crossed paths under the light of the full moon, something stirred within that they couldn't ignore. despite their differences, they found solace in each other's company and slowly began to unravel the mysteries of their pasts.

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

Vivi - daddy Edgar said that im a fat. Daddy no 1 - who called you fat? No one can call you fat except me Daddy no 2 - I'll make him fat Daddy no 3 - posts on social media and supports his daughter Daddy no 4 - kidnaps him Imagine waking up one day to find your best friend gone without a trace. Then, after six long years, she suddenly reappears, but with a surprising request - to entrust you with her six-year-old child. Confusion sets in. Why would she leave her child with the same people she left behind years ago? Weren't they abandoned for the sake of love? It seems unlikely they'd provide proper care. But wait, why are they seen shopping for baby items? And why are they vying for the child's attention? Welcome to the world of our protagonist, a young girl left in the care of four seemingly unkind "daddies." How does she cope with fathers who can't even tell bedtime stories or appreciate her cuteness? Instead of showering her with love, they label her as fat and ugly, even criticizing her singing. It's a tear-jerking situation. Her solace lies with her loving mommy, grandma Cincha, and her dear classmate, Dicky. But Dicky seems to have vanished after meeting her daddies. Where did he go? In this novel, we delve into the fun rollercoaster of a young girl's life, navigating through ups and downs, affection, and the search for belonging. Join me as we uncover the mysteries surrounding her mother, her distant daddies, and the unexpected bonds. _________ This is a Slice of Life novel without DRAMA only cuteness! No cheating couples, no stepmother-stepsister drama, no faceslapping & no revenge. There would be lovestory of the leads but i wont tell you who is the male lead! This is only for fun reading! An everyday story of a cute baby with 4 daddies. Trust me you will love this!

Nathaniel, the Alien: Nathaniel was no ordinary resident here on earth. He is an alien with the ability to teleport, hear ringing sounds and stop time for a minute. He had not chosen earth as his home, but he was drawn to the chaotic world of earth with these mixed human emotions. The truth is Nathaniel had a unique power - he could feel the emotions of those around him. This often left him overwhelmed in the crowded city. One evening, as Nathaniel returned to his condo, he felt a surge of sadness and frustration coming from the building. It was intense and he knew it was coming from a new resident. Deciding to investigate, he went outside and found the source of the noise—a door next to him. A new neighbor. Sabrina, the Cursed Star: Sabrina was a woman of many talents. In her twenties, she is a vibrant writer, fashionista, model, dancer, and singer. She was a very loud person outside and had a hard time expressing her true feelings. She has her deepest secret, that is, as the evening progressed, she aged into her fifty—a curse placed upon her by someone who had felt slighted by her success and confidence. This curse had turned her life into a cycle of highs and lows, where she lived two different lives every single day.  The Encounter: On her first night in her new condo, Sabrina tried to ease her sorrow by singing. Her voice which is filled with sadness echoed through her entire living room. She sang song after song, hoping to find some comfort in the music. Meanwhile, at the night, Nathaniel who is sensitive to the noises and feelings of extreme emotions was not able to sleep. As he tried not to listen, but because of his power he was able to hear Sabrina even though the condo was separated by a good wall. At of irritation, Nathaniel decided to intervene. He teleported to her door and knocked it. Sabrina, startled of the knocked, opened the door to find a handsome young man with an otherworldly aura. "You know, I cannot sleep. Your voice is quite loud." his voice was cold. Nathaniel saw a lady wearing a long sleeve and has gloves in her hands, with shades on, facial mask on her face, holding a comb as her microphone, hair is messy despite having a cap covering her head. Her face was totally covered. Nonetheless, she is like a messed-up girl. Sabrina looked at him, surprised. Her day had been quite tough, and her only stress reliever was to sing tonight. "Oh, am I not allowed to just relieve? My mom told me dumb, my management told me I suck in dancing." she replied, her eyes are red from crying. "Even just for this singing, I even suck. Oh, but thank you, I am having a tough day." As they continue to collide in unexpected ways, a strange connection begins to form.

[The female lead in this story is explosive, the male lead is arrogant, there's a mountain of dog food (sweet moments), and it's a story full of slag-abusing and monster-fighting, with a double dose of pampering joy.] Ye Jiuliang was naturally cold and ruthless, with a fierce and wild approach to life. To the Ye Family, she was a calamitous lone star, and to the onlooking crowd, she was "Ninth Master". It was said, no one was more arrogant than Ye Jiuliang; if she was second, no one claimed the first place. Irritatingly, in the eyes of Li Mochan, she was his little wolf cub, the little rascal that he, Li Mochan, intended to pamper to the skies. In the capital, it was widely rumored that the Li Family's Crown Prince could reduce people to ashes with just one look. And yet, this precious and aloof figure was actually teased by Ye Jiuliang, and it seemed even... blushed. ** Upon returning from a business trip, Li Wuye cornered her in a dim stairwell, his fingertips sliding over her porcelain white neck, "How many little brothers are there?" Meeting his dark gaze, Ye Jiuliang arched an eyebrow, "Is Li Wuye in the mood to beat someone up?" "So what if I am?" Li Mochan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Feeling pity?" Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh and nodded, "The little brothers can't take a hit, can you go easy on them?" [In the private room where Xiang Tian and others were singing their hearts out, they inexplicably felt a chill running down their spines.] Li Mochan buried his face in her shoulder and spat out fiercely, "I cannot." Those who dare to flirt with his wolf cub deserved a ruthless beating.

Noen Vale was a boy whose song was never heard. On Earth, his dream of becoming a musician was crushed — by society, by family, and finally… by himself. One silent night, he gave up. And in that silence… his song ended too. But he didn’t stay silent. Not forever. He woke up in another world — a world where music isn’t just art… it’s magic. In this world, emotions are spells. Pain sings. Memories hum. And music doesn’t just heal wounds — it touches the soul itself. Now, Noen travels from city to city, not to become a star… but to make sure no broken heart stays unheard. But the deeper he plays, the darker the silence becomes. Because in this world… silence isn’t empty. Silence fights back. And sometimes, the loudest voice… is the one that was never heard.

Miss Witch's 'warm' daily life in the Cyber Interstellar Era, occasionally epic and impassioned. ———— She was a timid girl who grew up in the cyber metropolis. She was a crying child trudging through the mud. She was a Legendary star admired by the vulgar masses for her transcendence. She was a dark songstress who brought sorrow and tears to the world. She was a cold-hearted Witch who could not speak of false hope. She was a bloodstained Angel singing the finale... _____ Enjoy the latest masterpiece "Eternal Night Witch" by the handicapped author, Azure Sky Chapter. This book is also known as "Miss Witch's Work Diary". "I Have to Hide My Identity as a Color Level Songstress". "Is It Okay If I Can Only Pilot Gundams?". "The Shadowy Queen Behind the Federation". "If I Were to Sing That Finale". "We Will Eventually Unite as One".

Coco Coison, after her untimely death at the hands of a fairy, finds herself transmigrated into the body of Coco Hughes, a woman with a troubled past. However, Coco was bestowed upon an ability: she was given abilities similar to Lala, a garden fairy, as compensation from Lala's sister. Eager to embrace her new life and start afresh in this unfamiliar world, Coco soon discovers that her new reality is far from what she wanted it to be. She encounters the four husbands of Coco Hughes, only to learn that they harbor deep resentment towards her due to Coco Hughes's abusive behavior— both physically and emotionally. Despite her intentions to lead a better life, Coco realizes that she must go through the complicated relationships and work to mend the damage caused by Coco Hughes to the husbands, who are now tied to her fate. Coco Coison must confront her past actions in a world where she is both an outsider in the lives of those Coco Hughes has wronged while carving a path for her to separate herself from her husbands. However, they seem to have another plan. "Where are you going, Coco? Going to that inn? To that friends of yours? How about staying here for the night instead?" The first husband who wouldn't allow her stay because of the other husbands has now starting to suggesting for her to stay. "Coco, what the f*ck are you eating? Was it from that chef in the inn again? How many times do I have to tell you that you should come to me so I could cook something for you?!" The second husband who doesn't like her around suddenly told her that he would cook for her. "The village chief told me that you went to the other villages to get me books again. I thought I told you to stop doing that and not put yourself at risk?" The third husband who loves books more than anything else and hated her guts had scolded her for doing her supposedly weekly task given by him. "Who told you to go and ask those mediators to sing for you? Do I look like a statue? I'm right here, aren't I? I can do it for you." The fourth husband who doesn't like to sing for her had made it his daily task to go to her just so he could sing her for her so she won't ask for someone else. Coco Coison only wanted to live her life peacefully and earn money so she could divorce the four husbands, but it seems like they didn't want that. "It seems that tons of leeches want to have you around, huh? How about we get ourselves busy and have some kids fill the empty space of this house?" If you're not a fan of the mentioned things below then please don't read this book. — Boys love and Girls love. — Mentions of harem and reverse harem. — Focuses on romance. — Suggestive and mature content. — Grammatical errors.

"You’re ours," Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, "and we don’t share unless it’s with each other." I was never supposed to matter. An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen. But the moon had other plans. And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate. Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile. Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight. Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away. They were meant to lead the pack. I was meant to be nothing. Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me "mate." But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart. Betrayal bleeds through every shadow. My family sold me. My enemies want to own me. And love? It was never supposed to look like this. But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong. Maybe I was never made for one mate. Maybe I was made for them all.

Ashton is stuck between an underwater volcano, and a heart devouring dragon. Metaphorically speaking anyway. The princess of the sea has sworn on her mother's life to drag him down. Problem is, Ashton can't be killed. So after hundreds of years of pulling beasts of legend to her side, rewriting history, and backing him into a corner where he broke his heart into pieces, she thinks that with one final push... she may convince Ashton to simply end his own existence. Ashton is fully aware of her little schemes, it's not every day a dragon get's its still beating heart ripped out, then is bound to the land it ruthlessly conquered. Ashton would have even found it mildly poetic that the slain dragon was now forced to bless the land for all eternity... if, and emphasis on the IF, the blessing hadn't been twisted into a curse for the last 700 years. Now, Ashton has a few minor inconveniences to deal with. First, he's stuck in a decaying body. Second his memories aren't fully intact. Third, it would prick his pride if the descendants of "blessed" dragon died while he was in their territory. Fourth, he has two really, really, REALLY scary siblings that don't always bother with the details. Fifth, the only reason this princess and her mother even had the chance to scheme against him is because he was looking for a possible mate. He's the only one of his kind, thousands of years alone has him craving for a companion... for a heart to sing just for him... There are really only two outcomes now that Ashton is starting to regain his memories. Will the princess succeed in dragging him down, used as the new sacrifice to keep the "blessing" going, or will he ascend?

In the depths where light dies and even the gods dare not whisper, the world hides its final secret: a heartbeat. It is not beast. It is not god. It is something older. Hungrier. A pulse that has waited for centuries beneath the skin of the earth, spinning dreams from shattered skulls and nesting nightmares in stone wombs. The ones above call it the Abyss. They are wrong. It is the echo of everything we’ve tried to forget— every buried god, every silenced scream, every name erased by time and shame. Those who descend with fire in their hands believe they are hunters. But what they carry is not flame—only their chains. And what they seek are not monsters—only their own reflection, sharpened and starving. For in the Abyss, the monsters sing lullabies to the bones of our ancestors. And they wonder: Which god dared to create such fragile, cruel things… and name them human? Now the walls bleed. The stones breathe. And something stirs behind the veil of the world, raising a blackened hand not to conquer— but to erase. Because the Abyss does not forgive. It does not forget. And when the last light flickers out… will the darkness fear the gaze of man? Or will man remember too late what the darkness truly is?

He was born with cursed eyes. Loved by few. Hated by many. Then the sky took his parents in a fire that wasn’t fate—it was design. Now Kael Veilheart walks through shadows, hunted by truths no one dares to see. Visions haunt him. A throne calls. And a blade—bound in blood—waits to be claimed. Power whispers. Vengeance sings. And somewhere in the silence... he answers.

In the ash-covered ruins of Cinderfall, where magic is born from the ashes of broken lives, Vren Tarsys, an Outcast with no power, discovers a forbidden gift: the Art of Ashes, capable of weaving living spells from the debris of the past. Pursued by the Ash Lords, a cruel elite who burn cities to dominate, Vren allies with outcasts to overthrow an oppressive hierarchy. But each spell binds him closer to the Mother of Ashes, an ancient entity whispering in his mind, threatening to consume the world. Between rebellion and sacrifice, Vren must choose: unleash a cursed magic for the Outcasts, risking apocalypse, or destroy it, at the cost of losing everything. Dive into a dystopian epic where ashes sing and souls rise!

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.

To gain power, he gave up his voice. Now, his blade speaks for him. Sixteen-year-old Timothy Maxwell once dreamed of becoming a hero. That dream died the night his hometown was slaughtered by Inquisitors—silenced in the name of peace. Left for dead and unable to scream, Timothy is chosen by a cursed order known only as The Choir—warriors who sever a sense to awaken monstrous power. In exchange for his voice, he gains a blade that sings with rage, grief, and vengeance. Now known only as Mute, he travels a fog-drenched, Victorian world teetering on the edge of collapse—where religion is weaponized, magic is forbidden, and silence is feared. Each member of the Choir has paid a price: sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste. In return, they’ve become monsters—and legends. But Timothy’s silence hides more than sorrow. Inside him lies an ancient Resonance that the Order tried to erase. And when his blade finally sings… The world will listen.

[Post-apocalyptic + System Space + Stockpiling + Base Building + Strong Female Lead + Reverse Harem + Not a Mary Sue] Who says a five-year-old can only be a burden? Yun Xiaoxiao, a formidable survivor in the post-apocalyptic world, is reborn six days before the apocalypse hits. Unloved by both parents and unwanted after their divorce, she decides to take matters into her own hands. At just five years old, she goes on a rampage. She empties out her father’s supermarkets and 4S car dealerships, landing him in the hospital. Armed with a super system in a world ravaged by zombies, extreme temperatures, and acid rain, she hoards enough supplies to last several lifetimes. She becomes a base-building maniac, constructing the strongest fortress in the post-apocalyptic world. Sunny Boy Next Door: “Little one, want big brother to sing you a lullaby?” Unlucky Bandit: “Kid, what do you want? I’ll get it for you.” Cool Big Brother: “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Yandere Hottie: “Little one, call me big brother and I’ll kill them all for you. How about that?” Hot-Tempered Brawler: “Shorty, who’s bullying you? I’ll beat them to death!” … Yun Xiaoxiao hastily raises her hand, “Stop, stop! I can take on ten at once!” “Whoever dares to bully me, I’ll finish them off myself!” (This story has no romantic pairings. Readers who mind this, please be cautious.) (The female lead appears innocent on the outside but is actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Her personality was shaped by the post-apocalyptic world, growing beyond the bounds of normal rules. So she’s a bit ruthless, a bit wild, a bit wicked…)

A lonely girl and a bird — both unable to fly in their own ways — share a silent friendship. She talks to the bird more than people. The bird listens. Sometimes, it sings. But as days pass, its feathers lose color, and its voice fades. The girl learns that the bird doesn’t sing not because it doesn’t love her, but because it sees no sky anymore. And when someone has no sky… They forget how to sing. A short and tender story about emotional captivity, quiet love, and learning to open the cage — even when it hurts .

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.

Mumei Mumehara adalah seorang remaja biasa yang bersekolah di Horizon Heights Academy. Dia tidak memiliki keahlian khusus dan segala hal tentang dirinya terbilang rata-rata, termasuk nilai-nilainya yang tidak terlalu bagus. Suatu hari, Mumei melihat berita di TV tentang seorang koruptor yang dihukum dengan hukuman yang sangat ringan. Di sisi lain, dia juga pernah melihat seorang wanita tua yang hanya mengambil barang bekas yang bukan miliknya, tetapi justru dihukum dengan sangat berat. Peristiwa ini membuat Mumei penasaran dan tertarik pada sesuatu yang menarik: dia ingin tahu seberapa menariknya hati manusia.

“The world’s a mystery. Always has been,” says a wanderer. He’s crossed cities, braved kingdoms, and chased the edge of maps—all to reach the places known only in whispers: the Willfall. But he’s not just chasing a myth. He’s chasing a question too. What gives people direction? Plagued by indecision, driven by wonder, the wanderer walks the world— perhaps to find an answer. Perhaps to lose himself in the search. "When the world sings, you have to listen. But when you sing, it slides you off a fall." A quote that echoed within…someone.