Pumpkin Panic

For centuries, the noble House Concordia, humanity’s torchbearers, guided the world through its darkest days. Their sacrifices drove back the malevolent force known only as the darkness, banishing it from the material world in the cataclysmic Battle of Scarlet Rivers. But victory came at an immense cost: the death of their revered leader, the Sword Saint, and the fracturing of humanity’s unity. In the centuries that followed, greed and hubris consumed the fractured factions of mankind, leaving the Concordia family shunned and their warnings ignored. Now, in the year 677, the darkness stirs once more, its hunger for chaos and despair reignited by humanity's corruption. As cracks tear through reality, unleashing hordes of demons upon the great city of Emberfall, the darkness manifests in a terrible, humanoid form—arrogant, cruel, and unstoppable. The nobles of the Kaizen Empire, consumed by their own self-interest, panic in the face of their reckoning, while the common people fall victim to unthinkable horrors. At the center of this unfolding apocalypse stands Eryndor of Concordia, the young head of his house. Dismissed as naïve for clinging to ancient prophecies, he has spent years pleading with humanity to unite against the darkness. Now, with the return of his family’s ancient enemy, Eryndor must rise to his legacy and rally what remains of humanity before it’s too late. But to fulfill his family’s oath, Eryndor must face impossible odds, forge alliances with those who once betrayed his house, and confront the truth of what it means to sacrifice for the light. As the forces of darkness spread across the land, "The Light Will Never Fade" is a story of shattered hope, enduring legacies, and the power of selflessness in the face of despair. Will Eryndor and those who stand with him rekindle humanity’s flame, or will the darkness extinguish the light forever?

Caelestis loomed over her, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes glowing like embers. The heat from his body radiated against her skin, and for a moment, she could almost feel the weight of his anger pressing on her. “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled, her voice full of venom. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she gasped for air, her hands clawing at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. She had seen cruelty before, but this—this was something darker, something unrelenting. _________ Eleanore's dull life ends abruptly in a traffic accident, only for her consciousness to awaken in a strange white void. Confronted with a translucent blue screen offering her a choice—to change the destiny of Caelestis Lancaster, the tragic villain from a novel she recently read—she hesitates. Despite his crimes, Caelestis was a character she couldn't help but sympathize with. Bound by a manipulative system that claims to guide her but seems to favor Stella, the novel's protagonist, Eleanore must rewrite the fates of everyone involved. As she struggles to save Stella from Caelestis' obsessive grip, she becomes entangled with this notorious villain himself. Hatred and tension ignite between them, and what starts as disdain blossoms into a painful, forbidden love. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

Mysterious occurrences loom; the entire world dramatically changes. The fate of individuals and nations becomes bound to AnalogHorror (rule kaidan), and once the chosen of destiny fail, it means countless people in their corresponding nation will be slaughtered by the strange phenomena. The entire world falls into unrest, panic, and despair. Until an absolutely unexpected individual joins the AnalogHorror game. Xiao Yiwang glanced at the weird world before him and then at the examination admission ticket in his hand. "Have middle school entrance exams always been this complicated? Well, it does prove my intelligence!" "I am retarded, but selected to join the analoghorror game?!"

Check out the new book "CEO Hubby: Too Fierce!" and show some support~ When the cold, domineering, and scheming male god turns into a wife-slave, blinding countless people with his titanium alloy eyes. One day, Su Wanxia propped her thigh over her other leg: I'm so tired from shopping today. Mu Yingchen hurried over to her side: Baby, come, let your husband massage your feet. Su Wanxia: I'm thirsty. Within 5 seconds: Baby, here's your water. Su Wanxia: I'm sleepy, want to rest. Mu Yingchen's eyes immediately lit up: Baby, I'll carry you to rest. A moment later, Su Wanxia was on the verge of tears... Another day, Mu Yingchen was in a meeting when the phone rang, causing the senior executives to panic, wondering who had the audacity to not silence their phone. They watched as their CEO leisurely pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and his stern face immediately softened, smiling broadly. That smile made their hearts tremble. The way he said "Baby" made them shudder from head to toe. Then they saw their CEO disappear in a flash, leaving the executives completely disheveled in his wake...

The Jiuzhou Continent contains an era of chaos and fiendish demons, haunted by mysterious beings and fraught with feuding martial families, demonic sacred grounds, and endless struggles between various powers. Conflict is a constant throughout the world. Within such darkness, Gu Chen opened his eyes to this reality. At the same time, he discovered that as long as he slew these fiendish demons and ghosts, his cultivation strength could continually elevate. Killing a Panic Level Demon yields a decade's worth of cultivation. Slaying a Ghost Level Fiendish Ghost brings thirty years of cultivation. ... Eventually, one day, staring at the endless swarm of fiendish demons and world-renowned grandmasters in his path, Gu Chen chuckled lightly, "Are you able to withstand this fist of mine, charged with 1600 years of cultivation?"

There are 7 dimensions controlled by a Universal Government. Each dimension is governed by its own unique universal laws. There are a few things they have in common, there is always 1 the strongest and 1 the smartest. Except for the Universal Government, it’s forbidden to travel between dimensions. Interdimensional gates don’t close on their own and if left open, creatures that dwell in the darkness between the worlds will find their way through. Without warning, one of the dimensions disappeared without a trace. The remaining 6 in panic did all they could to find the reason why. They never found an answer. 12 years after the dimension vanished, a signal started appearing in the empty universe. Perhaps the answer is in that signal. Tsugi No Level

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

The forest had become Wanessa’s only refuge since the night her father cast her out. “You’re nothing but an omega now. Leave.” His words had echoed in her mind ever since, fueled by her stepsister’s lies and her pack’s betrayal. She’d been left to survive on scraps and the herbs she gathered, clinging to life on the edge of a world that no longer wanted her. Wanessa knelt in the damp earth, her hands trembling as she tore bluebells from the soil. The whispers of the forest were louder tonight, unnatural, like voices carried on the wind. “…White Knight…” “…unstoppable… hunting his Luna…” “…death follows him…” The White Knight. Everyone feared the alpha with molten silver eyes, a predator hunting his destined mate. But Wanessa had no time for legends. She needed these herbs to survive. A branch snapped behind her. Wanessa spun, clutching her blade. The moonlight revealed a figure slumped against a tree, his armor gleaming like liquid moonlight, smeared with blood. Her breath hitched. It was him. The White Knight’s silver eyes flickered open, locking onto hers. "Help me." He gasped. Every instinct screamed to run, but her feet wouldn’t obey. She dropped beside him, her hands working to bind his wounds before she could stop herself. "Why?" He muttered, his grip tightening on her wrist. 'Why would you help me?" She had no answer. When she stood to leave, his hand shot out again, his voice low and determined. You. You’re my Luna."He said. "You’re mistaken."She whispered. "I never forget what’s mine."He said. Panic surged, and she fled into the forest, but her mind reeled with a buried memory, silver eyes, staring at her from another time, another life. Will white knight alpha be able to find her again? Will she have her revenge? Can his possessive side give them their happy ending?

Isis walked slowly into the bathroom, her heart beating with unease. She heard muffled voices, followed by soft chuckles. Her steps faltered. The voices were familiar — a man’s deep tone mixed with a woman’s gentle laughter. A cold feeling crept through her chest. She recognized them, but she desperately hoped she was wrong. With trembling hands, she moved closer to the door, the sounds becoming clearer. Her breath caught as she gently pushed the door open. The sight before her made her freeze in shock. Barry, the man she loved and planned to propose to, stood in the small bathroom, holding Melisa — her friend. His lips, smudged with lipstick, confirmed what words couldn’t. Time seemed to stop as her gaze locked on them. A wave of pain shot through her, leaving her numb. The door creaked under her shaky hand, drawing their attention. Barry spun around, panic flashing in his eyes. “I… I can explain,” he stammered, wiping at the lipstick on his mouth with trembling fingers. Isis felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Her vision blurred, her chest tightened, and without a word, she turned and ran.

Five hundred years ago, the idyllic Kingdom of Mevidal was shattered by a cataclysmic asteroid strike claiming 90% of its population leaving only whispers of survival. Amidst the chaos, the King and his three sons survived, touched by the power of ancient medallions, emerged as unlikely saviors. But at what cost? Centuries later........Corruption has festered, Mevidal, once a beacon of hope, is now ruled by a tyrant who enslaves his own people. Exiled to the depths of the forbidden forest, he becomes known as the Black Wolf, a legend whispered in fear. But the past is never truly buried... Ten Years Later... A chilling prophecy arrives: "The Blackwolf returns." Panic erupts. A new King, a prisoner turned usurper, prepares for war against the monstrous forces unleashed by the banished tyrant. But this is no ordinary war. The prophecy foretells of a coming war, a clash between the forces of light and an army of darkness led by Lord Luv, Lucifer's most loyal servant. The Black Wolf, consumed by vengeance, joins this unholy alliance as they threaten to consume Mevidal. But Hope remains. A chosen few rise to defend Mevidal: The Wind Lord, the Monstrous Demon, the Twin Wolves, and the Three Legendary Tiers of Vision – the Fire Lord, the Unknown Warrior, and the Ultimate Unknown Savior – shall rise to defend Mevidal. The Unknown Warrior, a fearsome Dragon Warrior, will stand against the darkness, while the Ultimate Unknown Savior, the Divine Lord of Lightnings, will ultimately sacrifice himself to save the kingdom. But at what cost? The Blackwolf must fall. The Divine Lord of Lightnings will perish. And even then, victory is uncertain. Mevidal faces annihilation. Prepare for war. Prepare for an epic battle. Prepare for sacrifice. Prepare for the end of days. The Black Wolf is coming. WATCH OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In a world where magic isn’t just a tool but the very fabric of existence, young Poll Nightvale is about to flip the script—and maybe the universe—on its head. Don’t let his unassuming name fool you. Poll is no background character. Behind that innocent, wide-eyed look lies a sneaky bastard with manipulation skills sharp enough to sell ice to a frost giant. Combine that with badass scientific know-how, and you’ve got someone who can outwit a council of wizards and build a mana-powered doomsday device before breakfast. When Poll awakens to his dormant mana powers, he quickly learns that magic isn’t all sparkles and fun. It’s unruly, chaotic, and dangerously addictive—kind of like him. But instead of sticking to the traditional methods, Poll decides to chart his own course, blending arcane arts with cutting-edge science to create something entirely new. Of course, this path is littered with explosive experiments, accidental genius, and more than a few plans that sound insane… until they work. Things take a dark turn when Poll stumbles upon mana corruption, a sinister force that twists and warps everything it touches. This isn’t just a challenge—it’s a world-ending catastrophe in the making. But does Poll panic? Nope. He smirks, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. Armed with his sharp mind, dubious charm, and a team of loyal (and occasionally exasperated) companions, he sets out to tackle the impossible. At his side are his fiercely protective mother, Seraphina; his stoic, sword-wielding father, Eryndor; and his chaotic crew of allies—Lira, the fire-obsessed wizard who believes “more flames” is always the answer; Kaida, the silent assassin who lets her blade do the talking; and Elowen, the gentle shield mage with untapped power and unshakable resolve. Together, they face a world where allies can’t always be trusted, enemies lurk in the shadows, and Poll’s questionable plans are often their best hope. As Poll grapples with the forces of mana and his own chaotic ambitions, he learns that being a hero isn’t about playing by the rules. It’s about bending them, breaking them, and occasionally rewriting them entirely. Because when the stakes are this high, and the odds this slim, you need someone who can think outside the box—and maybe set it on fire for good measure. Join Poll Nightvale on a journey of explosive discovery, cunning schemes, and chaotic brilliance as he forges his destiny, one sneaky move at a time. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, he’s not just a beacon of hope—he’s the unpredictable spark that sets everything into motion.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

Synopsis: The Shattered Seal As Sylas delves deeper into the Trial’s labyrinthine challenges, he discovers fragments of a forgotten war—a conflict waged by godlike beings whose actions reshaped the world. Each victory in the Trial grants him power, but it also reveals haunting visions of a great seal, created to imprison an unspeakable force. In one of the most suspenseful moments, Sylas stumbles upon a temple hidden within the jungle, its entrance guarded by cryptic statues carved from obsidian. Inside, he finds a room lined with glowing symbols, their light casting eerie shadows. At the center of the room lies a fractured seal, its edges radiating chaotic energy. The whispers in his mind grow louder, their once-guiding tone now filled with panic: “Do not touch it! The seal must hold!” But before Sylas can act, a shadowy figure emerges from the seal’s fragmented core. The being exudes an overwhelming aura of darkness, its form shifting and unstable. It speaks in a voice that reverberates through the temple: “You have come far, mortal… but your meddling has set me free.” The walls tremble as the figure begins to manifest fully, the energy from the broken seal threatening to consume everything around it. Sylas must decide whether to flee and warn others of the seal’s collapse or stand his ground against an ancient force beyond his understanding. As the chapter ends, Sylas raises his sword, the mark on his hand blazing with newfound intensity. He knows this battle is unlike any he has faced before—and losing could mean the end of the world.

TRANSMIGRATED A coffee shop cashier girl loves reading novels, especially romantic novels. However, on her way home from work, someone pushed her into a fountain in a city park. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was transmigrated to the body of a girl who turned out to be a character from the novel she was reading! "What has happened? How did I wake up here!" she said in panic as she looked at herself in the mirror. "No way! I became the villain of this novel?!" Celestial Esme Damanor, a villain who was hated by everyone, even her own family. "Shameless woman! You don't belong in this family!" Even until the end of her life, she died in a miserable. Alone and burning with the flames of hatred. However, when a girl woke up as a Celestial, everything was different from what was in the novel. "Everyone loved her so much? Then what exactly is it that they turned against you, Celestial?" What really happened to Celestial and what secrets lie behind it? Who exactly was the one who had to suffer this? And what led her to wake up in Celestial's body 3 years before her death?

“I married the right woman all along…” *** She becomes the stand-in wife for a reason. But the day her nominal husband divorces her, she panics, and so she burns her alimony down with a smile. When she thinks she is free from her terrible fate, she finds herself tied to the same marriage with the same fake name. As she lives in someone’s shadow, would her nominal husband discover her secret? EXCERPT: “Fine. I will accept your marriage proposal on one condition,” the woman across from Aleckin Ferrero said confidently. “Bring it on.” With the same confidence, Aleckin issued a challenge. “Alright, then. First, once I become Mrs. Ferrero, I am not required to appear in public. Second, I must remain inside my bedroom the entire time—unless Grandpa wants me to visit him...” “Hold on…” Aleckin blinked. His brain seemed malfunctioning, as he could not grasp what she was saying. “Come again?” He must have heard it wrong. Every woman on this planet was desperate to link their name to his. They were killing each other to win him over and become Mrs. Ferrero. However, in contrast, the woman he proposed a contractual marriage to, as the fake matriarch of the Ferrero household, has now expressed a desire for a different arrangement. Who in their right mind would request to lock her up instead of enjoying the lavish life of a billionaire's wife? This is the first time he has encountered such a thing! ‘Is something wrong in her head?’

Growing up in the slums of the fifty-eighth district, Mathew never expected life to offer him anything but hardship. However, even he did not anticipate waking to the sound of eerie noises, only to find a bloodied corpse sprawled on the floor of his mother’s room. Forced to flee their home in a panic, Mathew is thrust into a whirlwind of secrecy and lies. Grappling with his mother’s hidden truths and the reason behind their desperate escape, he must confront the shattering reality of the world he thought he knew. But survival demands more than uncovering dark secrets. Chosen by the enigmatic Codex, Mathew is thrust into his first trial—a deadly ordeal where his resolve, cunning, and very existence will be tested to their limits. What's worse, the Codex's power comes with rules and consequences he has yet to fully understand... and failure is not an option.

Akai's life as a typical fifteen-year-old student was shattered when her school was attacked by monsters from an unknown portal. As panic engulfed the classroom, Akai and her friends fought through the chaos, determined to escape and return home. With new allies joining their desperate quest, Akai's resolve hardened. Their struggle became more than just survival—it was about confronting the dark forces that had disrupted their world and finding a way to restore balance.

What the hell is this place?" The words escaped Leon's lips, but the sound of his voice—high-pitched and melodic—stopped him in his tracks. He blinked, looking down, and immediately froze. What... in the actual... hell? He was no longer himself. His once lean, athletic frame had been replaced by soft curves wrapped in a tight, scandalous red dress. His hands—delicate and manicured—trembled as they hovered in front of his face. Panic surged through him as his mind raced. "This... this isn't my body!" he exclaimed, clutching at the unfamiliar contours of his figure. The sound of his own voice—now distinctly feminine—sent another jolt of shock through him. Before he could process the impossibility of the situation, a guttural growl echoed behind him. Spinning around on unfamiliar high heels, he spotted a massive black jaguar stalking toward him. Its golden eyes locked onto him with a predatory gleam. Leon didn’t have time to think. Instinct took over as he yanked off the impossible heels and sprinted barefoot into the dense jungle. The ground was rough beneath his soft, uncalloused feet, and the dress clung uncomfortably to his body, restricting his movements. "I was just in class!" he muttered between gasps, weaving through the trees. "How did I end up here? And why the hell am I a woman?" Branches scraped against his exposed skin, adding to his growing sense of vulnerability. He had always been a confident, athletic guy in the real world—a star on the soccer field, the kind of person who could handle himself in any situation. But this? This was an entirely new kind of nightmare. As he pushed forward, his balance faltered. The foreign body he inhabited didn’t move the way he was used to, and it took all his focus to avoid tripping. "What is going on?" he cried out, frustration mixing with fear. Just as the jaguar’s growl grew louder, a sudden force struck him from the side, sending him tumbling into a cluster of bushes. A sharp "Oof!" escaped his lips as he hit the ground. "Shut up!" hissed a voice, low and urgent. Leon blinked, dazed, and found himself staring up at a man crouched over him. His face was rugged yet undeniably handsome, his sharp eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "Keep quiet if you want to live," the man muttered, glancing toward the direction of the jaguar’s growls. Leon’s breath hitched. Everything about this situation felt surreal—the jaguar, the jungle, the strange man, and most of all, the fact that he was no longer in his own body. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him upright. Leon winced as his newfound feminine frame swayed unsteadily. "Who... who are you?" Leon stammered, his voice trembling. "No time for questions," the man snapped. "If you don’t want to end up as jaguar food, follow me." Leon hesitated, his mind a storm of confusion. This has to be a dream, he thought desperately. But the sharp pain in his feet and the chill of the jungle air on his bare skin told him otherwise. Reluctantly, he followed the man deeper into the jungle, his heart pounding as the growls of the jaguar faded into the distance. His mind, however, was far from calm. How did this happen? Why am I here? And most importantly... how the hell do I get back to my own body?

Growing up, Rose's father kept her isolated in a mansion-sized cage of gold. Forced to grow up quickly after she runs away from her home, Rose learns firsthand that there is a lot of speciesism between werewolves and humans. Still unable to shift, she finds a mate and is thrust into the elaborate world of werewolves, council meetings, and territory battles. Aries has a past he wants to be forgotten and when he happens to run into his mate he's forced to change his plans in order to keep her and his pack safe. His secrets slowly come out forcing Rose to question how someone so cruel can be destined for her. Love story aside and with adamant hate for the way werewolves treat humans, Rose will have to work with Aries to change the way the council runs things. ~Excerpt~ "You're not reacting?" I said confused. He raised an eyebrow but otherwise looked indifferent. "Am I supposed to," it was more of a statement than a question but his lack of a reaction made me realize he actually had no clue who I was. I frowned at him analyzing him for a long time before my lips spread thin into a goofy grin. I gave him the biggest smile, one that I haven't given to anyone in a long time. "Rosabella," I said stretching my arm out in front of us. He stared at my outstretched hand for what felt like forever before his large hand wrapped itself around my smaller one. "Aries," he seemed to be making his grip as light as possible. Almost as if he feared that anything tighter than that would break my smaller hand in his. I tilted my head confused. "Like the god of war?" I asked. His grip suddenly tighten which made me flinch and he quickly let go before looking away from me as if trying to avoid eye contact. "Sure," he said. I was about to ask another question when I heard someone ask a group of ladies not too far away from us, "Have any of you seen this girl?" The woman looked at the picture and then looked up in confusion just before her eyes met mine and recognition hit her face like a slap to the cheek. I knew immediately that I had been found. "Shit," I said just as Ares walked up to what I was assuming was his motorcycle. He put his helmet on and the guys speaking to the lady a few feet away turned around to look at where the lady pointed me out. I yelped and jumped on the back of Aries motorcycle hugging him from behind for dear life. "What are you doing?" "Drive!" I don't know if it was the panic in my voice or the fact that I was shaking uncontrollably but thankfully he didn't question me further. He instead, stepped on it and we were speeding through the town just before the men could react.

Desperate for an heir, the Emperor strikes a dangerous deal with Lokiàn Shén, a 100,000 year old demon. The pact brings him Prince Cheng but also a terrible curse—a shadow that threatens Cheng’s life and the stability of the empire. As the Emperor's health wanes, political vultures circle, and the court is filled with doubts on Cheng's future on the throne. Meiying, a fearless warrior, returns home after years of secret training in the martial world only to find her home in ruins and her family vanished. She unknowingly saves the prince during a deadly ambush and their destinies collided, soon she discovers her own powerful secret; a rare ability to manipulate one's life force, once wielded by protectors of the throne. But her newfound powers are unpredictable, and Cheng’s curse only deepens the chaos surrounding them. As political conspiracies rise and dark forces awaken, Cheng and Meiying must forge an unlikely alliance to save the empire. Can Cheng overcome his curse to claim his destiny? Will Meiying’s quest for vengeance tear them apart—or lead to salvation? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!

WARNING: Mature Content The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it? He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm. He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table. People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him. "My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child. He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again. She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell. The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her. She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom. He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

A young girl named, Keomi Hollow, is a transfer student from Ginto Japan. She comes to her new school during autumn in search of New friends and adventures, however she gets more than what she bargains for when some of the schoolboys go missing and she is summoned by a friendly spirit of autumn to help and catch the culprit.

“What do you think you are doing with my father?” Henry asked in panic. “Giving him a son he would be proud of,” I replied with a slight smile. ••• The famous Musk family were known for their riches and prestige, but mostly because Hozier Musk, who came from nothing, had made a name for himself. Along the line, he realized his sons had become arrogant with his wealth. So he decided to put them to a test. He disappeared from their lives for eight years, but he gave his son a task, and whoever won would own a greater share of his wealth. Now Henry, his second son, married a wife who helped him build his reputation and wealth till he was richer and more successful than his brother, but he ended up divorcing her. But as fate might have it, Emily, his ex-wife, met his father, and she took matters into her own hands. But it doesn’t end there, as things got drastic really quickly. 

Kat grumbled a little before reluctantly quieting down, allowing Lucian speak. He continued, his eyes locking onto hers. "The second thing the mark does is tie your fate to the Kelpie's. I injured it badly. stabbed it in the back and it's neck. If it dies because of those wounds, you will die too." She felt a cold shock wash over her. "What? That's insane! Why would I die if it dies?" "The mark it put on you," Lucian explained, his hands never stopping their motion with the pen. "As the Kelpie suffers, so will you. It's dying now, and if it succumbs to its injuries, you'll follow soon after." "Wow, Katherine, way to go. You really outdid yourself," Kat muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. "Seeing a wet horse despite the dry weather wasn't enough for you to think something was wrong." "You saw it wet?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows frowning slightly. "Huh?... Yeah, is something wrong with that?" Kat asked, wondering why the horse being wet was more important to him at the moment than her dying. Lucian didn't say anything but just stared at the girl in front of him. 'There is something more to her, I just can't tell what it is' he thought. To further confirm his suspicion, he moved closer to Kat, closing the distance between them. He reached for the shoulder of her dress and pulled it down. The sudden action startled Kat. She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing, pervert? Get away from me!" She tried hitting him, but she barely had the strength to sit up, let alone push him away. Lucain paused, staring at her bare shoulder. Kat followed his gaze and gasped. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. On her shoulder was a strange mark, like a tattoo of a hoof print with foreign writing within it. Lucain hummed thoughtfully, his expression still impassive. 'As I thought, she shouldn't be able to see it, but she can. That's unusual for a human.' Kat frantically tried to wipe the mark off. "Why won't it come off?" "That's the Kelpie's mark," He pointed out, his tone remained indifferent. Panic surged through Kat. She hadn't just narrowly escaped death; it was now chasing her, bound to her by an invisible tether. "Is there any way to break the bond...mark whatever it is? I don't want to die," she asked desperately, her eyes searching Lucian's for any sign of hope. Lucian's expression stayed the same. "I don't intend to let you die so soon," he said. "We can replace the Kelpie's bond with another bond." Kat clung to this glimmer of hope. "How do we do that?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for a solution. "It requires a new bond, a stronger one that can override the Kelpie's," Lucian explained, his demeanor calm and composed. Before she could ask what he meant, Lucian reached out and gently pecked her on the forehead. Kat froze, completely caught off guard by the unexpected action. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she barely had time to react before he pulled her into a gentle embrace, careful not to hurt her already pained body. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from their conversation to this intimate moment. The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. She caught the scent of rosewood and felt his firm body against hers, making her heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Kat's heart pounded in her chest. She felt Lucian's face bury itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened slightly. She winced as she felt a sharp pain. Lucian's fangs sank into her neck, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulder, her fingers digging into his shoulder.... **** disclaimer: cover not mine.

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice.

Sesky was a girl like no other. She grew up in a wealthy and loving family, although her parents were often absent when she reached the age of nineteen, claiming that their little girl was big enough to fly on her own. As the youngest daughter, she never lacked for anything, and her parents and siblings didn't even force her to work in their large family business when she finished university. They let her do what she liked, such as painting, drawing and writing, and above all spending time with her four childhood friends, who never had a problem with her. Although nonchalant and too relaxed for their tastes on certain subjects, she is thoughtful and attentive to those around her. She died suddenly in an unfortunate accident, a most bizarre death. She had never had suicidal thoughts, not even once, and here she was, leaving behind family and friends who felt guilty for not seeing it coming and for abandoning her. When Sesky awoke, to her astonishment, she was still alive, with all her limbs in place. But she was in a completely different environment than she'd known before. She felt a little panic-stricken, but she was determined to understand her situation. She realised that she was no longer Sesky, the high society girl loved by those close to her, pampered to the point where she could have turned out differently if she'd had a bad heart. She was a man. Yes, a man. As if it wasn't enough that she had died in such an absurd way and under such bizarre circumstances. But there's a silver lining, right? Being a man could be interesting too, right? Her counterpart was a man born into an aristocratic family, but he lacked the love and attention she was lucky enough to have in her world. His counterpart was unhappy and abused, with no one to look after him, and despised by everyone, even his own family. He was the only normal person in a family and society where you were respected because of your inner beast. Will Sesky's arrival change her fate, or will she have to live like a rat at the bottom of the social ladder, receiving their contempt as the only act of human compassion towards her? Or has she been lured into this world to show them off and live a full and luxurious life as she always has? Come and live this adventure with Sesky, encouraging her to grow stronger and face the challenges she encounters along the way. As Sesky's adventure begins, what do you think?

[DEATH GAME ALERT] [DEATH GAME ALERT] [Reach 50 points and you can escape this place.] [Reach 100 points and we’ll grant you a wish.] "Do you have any dark secret you would never reveal to anyone?" "How far would you go to protect that secret?" "Would you sacrifice others just to keep it hidden?" Welcome to Purgatory's Games, a sinister arena where your worst fears and desires become reality. To escape this cursed place, you must survive deadly games that will test your loyalty, morality, and your ability to outlast others at any cost. Each challenge is not just a physical trial, but a psychological battle that will expose who you truly are when desperation takes over. Join Edmund Vexley, a young man with a dark past and a controversial personality, who, along with his friends, is forced to participate in these infernal games. With each step, they will be forced to confront their own secrets and fears as paranoia and betrayal take hold. Will they manage to escape together with their lives? Or will they fall into a spiral of panic, betraying each other to protect their secrets and win? One rule remains: in Purgatory's Games, trust is more dangerous than any deadly threat.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

25 weeks. 26 stories. Updates every Thursday until 26/12/2024. "Scream scream scream, oh your Lowly Screams. Pretty pretty pretty, the blood from your veins. Cunning cunning cunning, everything trying to hunt you. Bleeding crying dying, but don't panic have patience - your turn shall come too." A collection of 26 horror stories, each about a different fear/ fright. It'll get disgusting with gore and psychotism. Some messing with the brain. Don't start, if you can't continue. And once you start... don't panic, have patience. Your turn shall come too. No further context on what is to come - but if you can't bear the very first one (which I've envisioned to be the lightest of all) then do not tread any further! TRIGGER WARNING: Major gore. Cruel concepts and views. None of these are personal views and they aren't expected to motivate any sort of agendas. They are mere fictions. Please contact professionals in case you have the urge for any of this, or feel threatened in any similar ways. Mental health matters! Also, no specific warnings shall be provided at the start of stories!

Five heroes from different corners of the world, each with their own unique strengths and backgrounds, were drawn together by a common threat. The name Malacoda had begun to echo through the shadows—whispered in fear by those who knew the old stories. Malacoda, also known as Garma, was a being of immense power who had been resurrected by Erebus, the emperor of a distant, brutal world. Erebus had made a dark promise to Malacoda: immortality and the power to rule as king on Earth if he could bend humanity to his will. With his resurrection, Malacoda was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. He was not merely a weapon for Erebus; he was a conqueror in his own right. To announce his return, Malacoda sent three of his most loyal servants to Earth. Their message was simple and chilling: Malacoda had come to Earth, and the world had two weeks to decide whom they would serve. Would they bow before him, or face the consequences of their defiance? The announcement spread like wildfire, igniting fear and chaos across the globe. Governments scrambled to respond, while ordinary people were gripped by panic. In the midst of this turmoil, the five heroes—strangers to each other, yet united by fate—began to prepare for the coming battle. They each had their reasons for joining the fight. One sought redemption for past failures; another was driven by a sense of duty to protect the innocent. Each of them brought something different to the table: unmatched strength, cunning intelligence, mystical powers, and unshakable courage. They trained relentlessly, knowing that the odds were against them, but refusing to back down. As the two weeks passed, the tension in the air grew thicker. Malacoda made his presence known, appearing in terrifying visions and demonstrations of power that shook the foundations of cities. His servants stoked the fires of fear, urging humanity to surrender. But when the time came, the heroes stood firm. They confronted Malacoda in a battle that raged across land, sea, and sky. It was a fight that tested them to their very limits, pushing them beyond what they thought possible. Malacoda was a formidable opponent, his power amplified by the dark promise of immortality. But the heroes fought with a determination born of necessity, their strengths complementing each other in perfect harmony. In the end, it was their unity and resolve that turned the tide. Through a combination of strategy, sacrifice, and sheer willpower, they managed to defeat Malacoda, stripping him of the power that Erebus had promised him. The battle was fierce, the cost high, but in the final moments, Malacoda fell, his ambitions crushed. Erebus, watching from afar, seethed with disappointment. His carefully laid plans had been thwarted, and his would-be enforcer was no more. The defeat of Malacoda was a blow to his ambitions, a reminder that even the most powerful can be brought low by those who stand together. The five heroes, victorious but weary, looked out over a world saved from darkness. They had faced the worst, and in doing so, had become something more than just individuals—they had become legends.