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Zulin felt a weird sensation in her body, like she was floating. She gently flicked her eyes open, registering the unfamiliar surroundings around her. "Wasn't I supposed to be dead?" she wondered. She saw a figure in the distance. "Isn't this Nite? What is he doing here? Where am I?" she asked out loud. "Am I dead or alive?" But she already knew the answer to that. She was killed, and she was sure she died. "We meet again Princess Zulin..." She heard a strange voice. "Do I know you?" "But too bad it was so soon.." But if she was dead, what was Nite doing with her? Did he also die or was he killed? And whose voice was she hearing? "Where am I?" she wondered out loud. "In the land of the living.. or .. dead?" She heard same distant voice. "Well, not the Land of the Dead, certainly. But yes, you are right. You are actually dead. And if dead people find themselves at my abode, that only means one thing: maybe you are actually in the Land of the Dead." Zulin shook her head as sadness flashed in her eyes. Yes she is dead, she was killed. But then again, she heard the voice. "No, you are not dead." Confused, she tried to figure out where the voice was coming from and swept her gaze around, but she didn't see anybody. "What do you mean by 'I'm not dead'?" "Don't get me wrong," the voice said again. "I mean, you are dead, but... you are a living dead." "why?" "Because I give life in the land of the dead" "What?" she asked in surprise. "By the way, Princess Zulin, how does it feel to be dead on the day of your marriage?" "It feels like being... a lost female protagonist in a horror movie" Zulin responded. "No, you're the antagonist Zulin.." the voice chuckled. "Why were you killed?" Zulin didn't respond, that's right she might actually be the antagonist here. "And your sister is getting married to your fiancee.. your mate.."

"Adira Jordan, a young woman mourning the loss of her father, is plagued with the feeling of being watched and hears ominous voices that threaten her life. She finds herself drawn to her extended family, whom she has never met before, in the hopes of finding answers and protection. Desperate to find a solution, Adira must overcome her fear of abandonment and trust her unknown relatives to fight the mysterious forces trying to harm her."

Quelle quantité immense doit représenter la richesse d'une famille transmise pendant cinq mille ans ? Parfois, vous ne saurez jamais à quel point votre famille est réellement riche jusqu'à ce que vous poussiez un peu vos parents ! Ce n'est qu'après avoir hérité de la fortune cinq fois millénaire de sa famille que Zhang Menglong s'est rendu compte que la joie des riches est si simple. Président de banque, "Monsieur Zhang, s'il vous plaît, je vous supplie de déposer votre argent dans notre banque, et vous pouvez fixer le taux d'intérêt !" Fils de la plus grande famille riche de Huaxia, "Le monde entier appartient-il à votre famille ou quoi?" L'homme le plus riche du monde, "Je me sens comme un pauvre homme!" Famille royale européenne, "Monsieur Zhang, avez-vous une petite amie ? Si vous n’en avez pas, cela vous dérangerait-il d’en trouver une ? Sinon, cela vous dérangerait-il d’en avoir une de plus ? Que pensez-vous de la princesse de notre pays ?" Plus tard, Zhang Menglong a découvert que l'université que ses parents lui avaient laissée était la chose la plus impressionnante. En fait, être doyen s'est avéré encore plus réjouissant qu'être l'homme le plus riche du monde !

Wie groß muss der Reichtum einer Familie sein, die seit fünftausend Jahren vererbt wird? Manchmal weiß man erst dann, wie reich die eigene Familie wirklich ist, wenn man seine Eltern ein wenig unter Druck setzt! Erst nachdem er das fünftausendjährige Vermögen seiner Familie geerbt hatte, erkannte Zhang Menglong, dass die Freude der Reichen so einfach ist. Der Bankpräsident: "Herr Zhang, bitte, ich bitte Sie, Ihr Geld bei unserer Bank anzulegen, und Sie können den Zinssatz bestimmen!" Huaxias oberster Reicher der zweiten Generation: "Gehört Ihrer Familie die ganze Welt oder was?" Der reichste Mensch der Welt: "Ich fühle mich wie ein armer Mann!" Europäisches Königshaus: "Herr Zhang, fehlt Ihnen eine Freundin? Wenn ja, würde es Ihnen etwas ausmachen, eine zu finden? Wenn nicht, hätten Sie dann noch eine? Was halten Sie von der Prinzessin unseres Landes?" Später fand Zhang Menglong heraus, dass das College, das seine Eltern ihm hinterlassen hatten, das Beeindruckendste war. Dekan zu sein, war sogar noch schöner, als der reichste Mensch der Welt zu sein!

How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

Some doors should never be opened. Some voices should never be heard. Elara Rook has always been haunted—by whispers in the dark, by fleeting shadows, by the unsettling feeling that she doesn’t belong to just one world. But when she returns to the abandoned Rook estate, the voices become more than just eerie murmurs. They become memories. Vivid. Terrifying. Real. One touch, one vision, and she is thrust into the past—reliving the pain, the terror, and the secrets of spirits who refuse to be forgotten. A girl trapped in a room that no longer exists. A scream that echoes through time. A warning buried beneath the house’s rotting bones. As Elara digs deeper, she realizes she’s not just an observer—she’s a key. And something, or someone, is waiting for her to open the final door. Somewhere beyond the veil, the dead are watching. And they are whispering her name.

She doesn’t tell her truth outright,she weaves it into stories. Stories of girls who love too hard, trust too soon, and break too easily. But hidden beneath every word is a secret she’s never dared to speak. In a world that never listened, she found her voice in the only way she knew how—through fiction. But will anyone hear her before it’s too late?"

"Long ago, the Cursed Supreme , Zorthaal was sealed away, his soul bound to a newborn child—Layron. He was meant to die, but a warrior saved him. Years later, weak and ridiculed, Layron longs for strength. That’s when he hears the voice—a whisper of power and revenge. Zorthaal has been waiting, and with every desperate wish, the seal weakens. Now, hunted by the Protectors and manipulated by the darkness within, Layron faces a choice: resist the voice or become the monster fate intended. Because once the seal breaks—Zorthaal will return.

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

Because of the incident, my life changed completely. I never thought that in an instant, I would lose everything. Family, friends, and even the man that I loved. But I met a man which I did not expect to love him. He is the mysterious one, cold as ice, introvert, and anti-social, but he caught my attention. But the way his voice sounds or the words he speaks makes me think that I met someone like him before. Curiosity kills me inside. Was he a part of my past? Have I met him before? But I didn’t expect that one day, I would fall for him. Can we bring back our past or remain strangers?

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

In a world ruled by mega-corporations and interplanetary governments, power isn't just everything—it's survival. And Jack Vales? He has no idea who he really is. As he hunts for answers, he's drawn into a ruthless world where power is currency. But nothing is more dangerous than the battlefield inside his own mind. Because the deeper he digs, the clearer the truth becomes. There are others living inside him. Not just voices—identities. Each with their own skills. Each with their own agenda. And the world has no idea what it's truly up against. Because Jack isn't just one man. HE IS A LEGION.

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

Abandoned and rejected by everyone, consumed by pain, Kael ended his life. "Death is the greatest gift in this world" He would say. But it didn't end there. Kael found himself in a void atmosphere "Why am I not dead?!" He yelled in frustration. He heard distorted voices and sounds of swords clashing but it was all empty. It was as though he wasn't meant to die, instead at that moment, he was given a deal by the demon--Vorgath. With no other option, Kael accepted the deal, surrendering to the evil that would consume him. Choose humanity or unleash the beast!

Shades of the Unseen is a story about the ones left behind. In every grand tale, some figures exist only in passing-side characters in someone else's narrative, their lives reduced to brief mentions and fleeting appearances. But what happens when the curtain shifts and the spotlight turns to them? This is a novel about those who were once overlooked. The ones who stood on the edges, whose voices were drowned out by larger stories, whose struggles, victories, and quiet moments never had the chance to be seen. Through intertwining lives, fractured pasts, and uncertain futures, Shades of the Unseen brings their stories to light. Some seek closure, others redemption, and some simply wish to be acknowledged. But in a world that moves forward too fast, do the forgotten still have a place? A novel about remembrance, about voices long unheard, and the weight of being unseen.

Tapiwa once had a tremendous dream, in a society where males were superior to women, women had few rights or voices, and in a world where magic and skills were superior to all else. Her dream was to marry a gorgeous, faithful, and caring husband and become the only mistress of the house, leaving her natal family, where she lived under pressure and in the shadows of her siblings. Growing up in a world where polygamy was common and siblings turned on one another. Tapiwa just wanted a place to live and to be in a monogamous relationship in a world where magic was present and sibling rivalry was fatal, especially because only a few could become mages. What she thought was the perfect beginning to a lovely dream became a nightmare that tormented her for a decade. Tapiwa divorced her spouse and fled to an unknown location where her relatives and friends could not find her. Tapiwa thought she had no reason to live in this world anymore, but that changed when she saved an old lady, who endowed her with heavenly graces, giving her power and a second chance at life. Tapiwa, armed with this divine blessing, decided to perform the impossible in a world where women were nothing more than child bearers. She was going to do everything she could with what she now had to empower women and establish a better future, not just for herself, but also for the women who didn't have a voice. She was going to fight for all women, mages and not, to make sure their voices were heard, they were seen, and, most importantly, they were treated like the queens they were born to be. She was going to fight for supremacy against all obstacles, and nothing or no one was going to stop her.

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

Kazuya Shirou never cared about the world—not his own, and certainly not someone else’s. A shut-in who had long abandoned reality, he spent his days lost in the glow of his screen. But when he suddenly awakens in a foreign land, summoned by desperate voices, he is thrust into a nightmare beyond his understanding.

Unruly gods Caelum, Lucius, and Riven were banished to the mortal world for raging countless wars in the immortal realm. For a thousand years, their immortal souls wandered aimlessly. Until a young boy heard their voices.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---

A World Without Reflections is a novel steeped in Eastern fantasy and Dark Souls-like desolation, following Chael, a young warrior chief who returns to a home to see that his clansmen are nothing but frozen and soulless husks. Their voices are gone and the fires are cold. They still stand, but they do not live. And somewhere beyond the frost and silence, unseen hands pull at fate’s threads. ///// "I had fought before. I had bled before. But this was different. This was madness. One moment, I was sat on my throne, ruling my clansmen and the next… I'm met with a graveyard of empty eyes and frozen faces. And now these mongrels hunt me through the storm, blades drawn and their voices sharp with laughter. Echoes in the snow continue to call out to me as I drown in snow and steel. Were they guiding me? Or had I already lost my mind?" ///// WHAT TO EXPECT: • Dark and desolate atmostphere (heavily inspired by Dark Souls). • Struggling protagonist. Chael will earn his victories through skill, intellegence and power progression - and along the way, he will lose many times. • ALL notable characters will be complex and have unique character traits, philosophies and backstories. • A unique power system inspired by Xianxia. • Very lore-rich and intricate world-building. • Slow-burn romance subplot. • LOTS of mysteries and plot-twists. Almost all subplots will be infused with some kind of mystery. • Multiple layers of character development for Chael (who starts off as a cynical young man who lost what little purpose he had) and many other characters.

In the mysterious land of Drakhenholt, a realm inhabited by vampires and other supernatural beings, an ancient prophecy speaks of a person with an extraordinary voice—one so beautiful that it can end the endless battle of Vampires and Werewolves . For centuries, the rulers of Drakhenholt have searched tirelessly for this individual, hoping to harness their gift and turn the tide in their eternal battles. Elysia, an orphan raised in a secluded monastery, has always felt different but never understood why. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she rescues an injured woman, Morwenna, who turns out to be a powerful witch with vampire ancestry. As Morwenna heals in Elysia's care, she senses something unusual about the young woman—the scent of her blood is unlike anything she has ever encountered. As Elysia embarks on a journey to uncover her true identity, she finds herself caught in a war between factions of vampires—some who wish to protect her, and others who see her as a threat. At the center of it all is the enigmatic Ancient Vampire King Draegon, who has been waiting centuries for his fated mate—the one whose voice can either save or destroy their world. Note: Dear Readers, First and foremost, thank you so much for taking the time to read my story! Your support means the world to me as I venture into this journey of storytelling. But here’s the thing—I want you to be a part of the creative process. Your thoughts, your opinions, and your suggestions can help shape this story into something even greater. After all, you’re the ones experiencing it, and who better to guide me than the very readers I’m writing for? So, I encourage you to share your thoughts after every chapter. Tell me what you loved, what intrigued you, or what you felt could be improved. Don't be shy! Your honest feedback is invaluable, whether it’s a simple suggestion or a deep dive into what works or doesn’t. Every opinion is a stepping stone toward making this story even better! Criticize, suggest, and be heard. Let’s make this a collaborative journey where we can grow together. Who knows? Your comment might even inspire the next twist or turn in the plot! Thank you for being here, and I can’t wait to hear what you think! With gratitude, Ethermyth23

For having broken the sacred rule, the God of Light, Luminous, is reincarnated into a world flooded with monsters and beings that should not even exist. And what exactly is the Voice of the Void?

A story about a girl name Kimmi, she was no ordinary little girl. She believes herself to be someone else—someone different. Suffering from a personality disorder, Kimmi often spoke to herself to cope with her surroundings, sometimes even answering the haunting voices in her head. Many called her mad, but Kimmi was simply special—special enough to see and understand the enigmatic world of Simix in ways no one else could. As the world around her began to deteriorate, Kimmi couldn’t stand idly by. Determined to uncover the truth, perhaps even save it, Kimmi resolves to build her strength. though her revolve always criticized and ridiculed by people, she remain steadfast.

Magnus Caffeine wasn’t always the Demon King. One day, he just woke up in a dark, gothic castle, surrounded by kneeling demons, with a cup of suspiciously bitter tea in his hand. Apparently, he’s in another world now—one with dragons, magic, and absolute chaos. But honestly? He’s not interested in world domination. He just wants to chill. Unfortunately, being an all-powerful Demon King comes with responsibilities, annoying subordinates, and heroic idiots who won’t leave him alone. Between dodging war declarations and dealing with demons who expect him to be some ruthless tyrant, Magnus has one simple goal: Drinking tea and lazing around. But with old memories creeping in, mysterious voices in his head, and an entire world expecting him to be either their savior or destroyer… will he really get to enjoy his coffee break?

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Surviving should be easy—except when your own mind is out to get you. Between the cryptic voices, an absurd power called Compatibility, and the occasional near-death experience, I’m starting to think the universe just enjoys watching me suffer. An evolution is coming, and it’s going to change every living being. Cities still stand, but the rules of existence are shifting. In six months, everything humanity knows will be pointless. The real question is—who will survive? I am Arthur Cain, the narrator of my own story. Just a kid scraping by in a world where even adults couldn’t. Whether it’s the absurd moments where I could die at any second or the small, fleeting ones with my family—this is my life. And now, it’s yours to explore.

The words that make readers cry—what they did to the writer. They tore at the soul, clawed their way through the heart, and demanded to be bled onto the page. This story is born not of ink but of wounds, of the fractures between black and white, snow and fire, love and hatred. In these pages, contradiction reigns. A love so fierce it ignites wars within, a hatred so tender it whispers of longing. The voices are many, yet they share one heart—a battleground where passion and betrayal, beauty and cruelty, fight for dominance. Here, the fragile walls of a mind crumble as it struggles to reconcile with the angel who became the war, with the devil who promised salvation. It’s a story of falling, of building, of breaking, and of daring to love even when it destroys. Turn the page and enter the chaos, if you dare.

Mac has always felt disconnected from reality. His dreams are too vivid, his thoughts too fragmented, and his perception of time slipping like sand through his fingers. When he begins documenting his hyper-real dreams, he notices a disturbing pattern—visions of the past, cryptic voices, and strange entities warning him of an impending alien invasion.