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Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
Realistic_Fantasy · 23.2K Views

Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign!

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
Realistic_Fantasy · 51.9K Views

The Sicilian’s Stolen Vows

Serena Lombardo’s life shatters when her brother’s reckless gambling debt sells her to the most feared man in Sicily: **Vittorio “Il Re” Marchetti**, the merciless Don of the Marchetti Syndicate. To save her brother’s life, she agrees to a twisted contract—marriage to a man whose scarred face and glacial stare haunt Palermo’s shadows. But Vittorio doesn’t want a wife; he wants a pawn. Beneath the veneer of their shotgun wedding lies a secret as old as the bloodstained cobblestones of Sicily. Serena’s father, an executed mafia enforcer, hid a ledger exposing the syndicate’s darkest dealings—a ledger Vittorio will raze cities to possess. With her brother held captive and the clock ticking, Serena must navigate a labyrinth of lies, betrayal, and forbidden attraction. Vittorio is no fairytale prince. He’s a storm of violence and contradictions: a man who carves loyalty into flesh but flinches at the scent of lilies, who drowns traitors in cement yet keeps a childhood toy soldier locked in his desk. As Serena uncovers fragments of his shattered past—a drowned brother, a treacherous mentor, a father’s cruelty—she begins to see the cracks in his armor. But survival in the Marchetti Syndicate demands a price. Serena’s healing hands, trained to save lives, now stitch bullet wounds and brew poisons. Her quiet defiance draws Vittorio’s obsession, a dangerous game where every touch is a battle and every kiss tastes like vengeance. When the rival **Gallo Clan** targets her as leverage, Serena must decide: trust the devil she’s bound to, or become one herself.
Tino_Akaeze · 2.2K Views

DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY / FASTEST CRYPTOCURRENCY RECOVERY EXPERT

WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The scent of freshly brewed espresso and vintage Led Zeppelin records should have been my retirement anthem. But I was hunched over a computer in my still-under-construction vinyl record cafe, screaming at a blockchain explorer as if it just ridiculed my acoustic session. My life savings, $430,000 worth of Bitcoin, carefully earned over a decade of writing alt-rock ballads for car commercials, vanished into thin air. The culprit? Some smooth "investment manager" who'd promised me "Taylor Swift-level returns" on crypto staking, then bailed faster than my band's 2008 reunion tour.  The scam was a cringe symphony.Guy had a LinkedIn profile dotted with adjectives such as "Web3 maestro" and "DeFi virtuoso," an autotuned elevator jazz playing website, and a contractual loophole big enough to drive a tour bus through. I signed over access like a groupie handing over backstage passes. Poof. Gone. Money. My café's espresso machine sat in its box, accusatorially. My spouse said I needed to "get a real job again." Even my dog gave me the side eye. Enter my drummer, Chad, a guy who had escaped a festival pyro tragedy by jumping into a kiddie pool. He texted me: "Bro, look at Digital Tech Guard Recovery. They're crypto Roadies." I pictured a group of pierced hackers in black hoodies, blowing gum and cracking firewalls. Good enough. Digitals crew followed the scambot's trail with the ferocity of a producer hunting for the perfect bassline. The crook had routed my Bitcoin through privacy coins, obscured wallets, and exchanges located in countries that I couldn't spell. Their engineers stalked his path like a creep watching a pop star's concert tour schedule, in cooperation with Interpol and a Cypriot bank used also as a hub for meme stocks. As it turns out, my "maestro" had become careless, stashing money in a wallet associated with a failed NFT venture named "Aping for Jesus." Typical. Sixteen days later, my wallet beeped. Balance returned. No taunting, only a curt email: "Scammer's assets frozen. Your money's back. Buy better speakers." I blasted "Eye of the Tiger" through the café sound system, shocking a hipster with oat milk. The espresso machine finally came online. Digital Tech Guard Recovery didn't just restore my cryptocurrency; they wrote the encore for my midlife crisis. My café exists today, littered with grail-worthy records on the walls and a tip cup emblazoned "ETH accepted." Chad's no longer on the espresso machine, but he's got free coffee for life. If your cryptocurrency is ever swindled by a cyber rockstar, don't go into existential tailspin. Call the Digitals. They'll turn your faceplant into a victory lap. Just maybe screen your "maestros" harder than your band's setlist.
Bobby_felix · 970 Views

The Lost Chronicles Of Stardust

LYRA VIVIETTE MARINO Cold and Dangerous is the first thing that comes into the minds of people who knows about Lyra, she lost her soul ages ago, she is just a living machine.A beautiful dark Angel. She's one hell of a strong woman and have seen all the hurdles of life at very small age.she only lives for two things and one of the thing is a man named Leonard, her brother. And you will know the other thing when you get into the story . *mischievous smile* FELIX REMINGTON Dark and Devilish is the first thing that comes into the minds of people who knows about Felix and they can be counted on fingers, as there are very less people who knows about him.A mysterious person who hides in the dark with a sole mission of purpose."searching for something from ages". He's a man of few words and fewer people. Both are having their secrets and living through their secrets . She's a cold iceberg and built walls around her till the sky that cannot be budged by anything. But he is ready to become a blazing sun to slowly melt the ice berg. But ...oh boyyy she's one tough nut to crack and it's impossible for her to skip a beat as her heart is turned into a stone. He forced himself into her life like a tsunami and attached to her like a gum not letting her to breath her own air, until him her life was only two shades;dark and grey, but after him it turned into a clash of shades changing her for good or worse?Only the time that made them cross their paths will tell. To him she's his own little possession, his little demon , his tesoro and he will not leave her side at any cost even if he have to force her to keep her beside him , he would do it without a second thought.As he loves her beyond the limits. Come join into the journey of Lyra and Felix as they unravel their destinies and stand for eachother against all odds, A catastrophic story about A Forbidden alliance , The prophecy, Broken Myth , Shadows of secrets, Veils of past and The long lost lovers...
Sam_and_Luna · 21.5K Views

Dark Amongst Us

*Thud* *Thud* Sounded through the door. It was late at midnight when the family of the three woke by the noise. It was dark all around, the sound of rain splashes through everywhere. Due to the rain, the electricity of the City was cut off. "Who might be this late," Said the man, in the '40s. He was the only earner of this family, supporting his wife and their only daughter. His name was 'Reez Mosce'. "What happened dear, w-who would knock this late," Said his wife 'Riza'. Taking the shotgun in his hand, he gestured toward his wife and said, "Take Ellie through the basement". 'WHAT ABOUT YOU!!!' She wanted to ask him. But seeing his grave expression, she couldn't help. She could only look at him with concern filling her eyes. Reez replied as his gaze somewhat softened toward his wife, "Go away Riza hide in the basement with Emily" 'The Unknown' randomly happened every day. The murder reports that news announced to them, the people wanted it all to be false, they wanted to continue with their peaceful life. *** The sound of thud was getting erratic on the door. The door hinges broke off from the wall. Reez held the shotgun aiming toward the door. His condition was not so good, his legs were trembling as he gulped a mouthful of saliva. He was scared shitless, but he couldn't show it to his family. He was the moral support for them. *Crash* The door crashed showing a figure as it stood in the rain. The raindrops splattered across the front wetting the sofa and the tables. Ellie watched as the fire raged through the house.
Fantexic · 2.4K Views
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