Gintama Silhouette

Since the uncrowned event and the virus outbreak in 2019, the world has been very strained and trust between nations has diminished in the following years and to the present day. We follow Shiki, a 23 year-old young man, who during that time successfully fended of the Demon king's army, the Duke of Void, and a R.E.D from attacking the Central Empire all by his own. His memories became distant and fuzzy during that year, only seeing the silhouettes of the past. He yearns to remember his lost memories. In hopes of not losing himself from the shackles of the world. He meets with an old friend whom at first encounter, didn't even knock the door. "I don't even remember the time of my sister's birth, my own childhood, even my father's death. I don't even know If he was a good father or not." - Shiki L. Rain Novel title is still a placeholder.

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.

"Raindrops fell over the two silhouettes remaining in the park. They leaned onto each other, providing a warm refuge that nullified the freezing water. The two girls allowed the tears of the sky to wash all their thoughts away, hands intertwined in the process. Love was the only console they had left." Adda has had an overall harsh and mediocre life, with controling parents and lack of meaningful friendships. However, pnce she meets Tania, her life starts changing uncontrolably, suffering a rollercoaster of emotions full of problems that will try to destroy her. Will she be able to find her way out of it? And what will become of their friendship?

Even though Ophelia knew that she was a sacrificial bride for a marriage alliance to a strange kingdom and that her husband to be was an arrogant maniac king, she had still agreed to the marriage with her own agenda in mind. If only she had not been in her haste to resolve her issues and had thought about it carefully, she would not have agreed and by the time she did she realised that there was no going back. Afraid that the werewolf king would take revenge on them for the assassination attempt on him.The elders of Alkal had called a meeting to find a solution to the pending doom. During the meeting, the Werewolf king barged in and demanded they let him take Ophelia as his bride. That was just the solution they needed and the king had suggested it himself so they were happy to oblige. No one thought carefully as to why the Alpha king of a faraway kingdom would know of a young woman called Ophelia. Many years later, when they realised that they had been played, it was too late to change things. Nicklaus who was destined from birth to be an heartless and mateless king, had his destiny changed after a near death assassination. Not only did he not die, he had also found his mate and she was the one in a millinia Ultimate Luna. The first among human... He would spent his whole life doting on her Excerpt... "You must be new here. Are you alone?" The animal: .... Looking carefully around, she concluded that the animal was indeed alone, then she said "Were you abandoned?" "...." "Strange, you look strange. I've never seen an animal like you before" "grwwwwl" "oh! you are hurt. Let's threat your wounds" She moved to touch the animal but just as she was about to reach it, she withdrew her hand thinking that the animal might be scared. "I want to threat your wounds so I'll need to carry you. Are you okay with it?" "grwwwwl" "Okay, then I'll carry you now" she carried it and placed it on her lap. She then pulled a small pouch out of her dress brought out some metal bottles, cleaned and dressed the wounds. The animal looked comical after bandages had been plastered on different parts of it's body it looked like a pet wearing rags. By the time she was done. The animal had fallen asleep. She decided to take the little animal to her play house under a tree and hide it there. She would check on it everyday giving it food and water until one day she came one day and it was gone. She had searched for it and gave up after a few days. She was saddened about the animal and began to cry.... Amidst her tears, she was the silhouette of the animal changing form until it became a huge werewolf with bright red eyes. It walked out of the dark shadows towards her. She stood there looking at the werewolf coming walking towards her, she didn't feel fear. Instead, she was happy to see her pet again, eventhough he was a werewolf, she didn't mind as long as he was back home. She ran into his arms and hugged him.

Sinclaire Judith didn’t ask for much in life-at least she thinks so, a jab at her sister, and maybe not having to retake math tests. What she didn’t ask for was a milky white, scarred eye that sees better than her good one, shackles that drag her down even when they’re invisible, and the "gift" to spot faceless, blacked-out figures watching from where no one else can. All because she took one wrong step. One misstep through what looked like empty air but turned out to be a Gate of Revelation. She’d survived, sure, but now she’s stuck with powers she doesn’t want, silhouettes she can’t escape, and the ever-present question: why me?

All Bella ever desired was love, but her eyes only saw bone-chilling coldness until the day she was dragged into the depths of hell. Why? Because she wasn't the heroine of that so-called 'fairy tale'. Her fate was even crueler than she could imagine, described in a few lines written in an old book. A book that was written by some higher beings for their own entertainment, but they tossed it aside after just one cycle, not caring about the crumbling world within. After repeatedly reading the lines that depicted her death, Bella finally realized her bitter reality. Perhaps, if she went back death was the only ending... but instead of sorrow, a crazy glint shone in her emotionless eyes. After all, she had already died many times in the hellish place she entered a long, long time ago. "It's not a big deal to die once more, right?" In the midst of the pitch-black darkness seeping through the cracks in the sky, a beautiful silhouette swimming in a pool of water looked at her with knitted brows, showing dissatisfaction at her comment. He extended his hand and pinched her nose with a sigh. "Why do you always think of the worst?" A faint blush appeared on his cheeks when her previously emotionless eyes turned into crescents, peering at him playfully. "You-!" Alas, before he could finish his sentence, a warm hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him out of the water into a tight embrace. A deep exhale brushed against his pale skin as Bella nuzzled her nose against the crook of his neck with a satisfied expression. "If you give me a kiss, I won't say it anymore." A giggle escaped her lips when the man in her arms froze, his exposed neck turning a brilliant shade of crimson. 'How cute.' ------------- ------------- This story revolves around lots of characters as they discover their cruel reality. There are many supernatural beings and magical realms. The MC character will have a little twisted personality... Ahem, I mean she starts off as a villainess and remains one. *Whistles... Anyway, thanks to the MC's interference, the old abandoned story will regain popularity among the higher existences, kekeke. Together with the ML, Bella will search for a new path that leads them to find their beautiful reality. As for the other characters... Well, it's up to them to crawl their way out-! Thank you. ------------- ------------- Tags; #transmigration #regression #villainess #Iskei #merman #King/Queen world #Hell's journey #Hell's Queen #Not so lovely demons #Cute ml #handsome ml #Innocent ml (hehe, fl will taint him anyway) #Non-Human ml # #superpowers #Cruel fl #playful fl #magic #OP fl #Crazy fl #Dragon's descendent #romance #revenge #bored fl #The hell's spire #Death zone #The Authorities #System #Strength #Adventure... etc. ------------- ------------- (Even though the chances of me getting popular in this genre are very thin. Still, no one can stop me from daydreaming, hehe.) ------------- ------------- Note: The cover is not mine as I am too poor. All credits go to the owner. If he/she wants me to remove it, just ring me up in the comment section.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

In 2072, Kumojiro grew up in the estate of the esteemed Unryū Clan, until his parents, the clan's leaders, were murdered by a figure he remembers only as a vague silhouette. They lived in Cipher City, once known as New York. Kumojiro never could have predicted what would come next, nor could he have imagined the existence of Wonderworld, the reality where man's dreams bloom into reality.

After Losing his parent in an accident at the age of 5 and his grandfather who died of old age, Ashwin was living with his bedridden grandmother, he was living a hard life until one day after school Ashwin went to the convenience store to buy something his grandmother asked and on his way back while crossing the road he got hit by a truck and died at the age of 15, or he should have died but when he opens his eyes he saw his parents smiling faces 'A nostalgic voice, the familiar hands full of warmth, the air full of joy and happiness brush past my eyes I opened, the bright light blinding my vision, the silhouette of someone, bringing an ache in my heart, is this a dream, is this reality or a cruel play of destiny'

Waking up To a cold world and falling asleep to a Regular one, Evan is stuck and needs to get out.

For three years, i was a shadow in his life, a mere silhouette, whilst his 'white moonlight' was the radiant sun that illuminated his world. I was always at the receiving end of his disdaining stare, uncaring nature. Our marriage, just a formality for him, a mere piece of paper. I tolerated everything because my love for him was blind and all-consuming. Until that fateful night, when i was losing my sole reason of happiness, crying in agony, calling for help whilst he hurried to comfort his first love. Finally i accepted that his heart is forever closed for me. So i signed the divorce paper and slipped away, leaving the heartache behind. I've never been happier,than i am now, a year after closing that chapter. But why am i pinned under my scumbag ex-husband, his tone intense. “Quite bold of you to think that you can just up and leave, dear wife!" I smiled indifferently “it's ex-wife” His bloodshot eyes locked into mine, a chilling smile on his “I haven't signed those paper yet!”

[Mature Content] "The brightest light casts the darkest shadow" Eirin lived her life in the shadows of her precious friend, but she soon fell into deep chaos after she stumbled upon a humanoid that tried to take her life without an ounce of hesitation. She was saved by a group of people who wielded unknown abilities, and the moment she woke up, it all felt like a nightmare. Just when she thought she had escaped death, the people who saved her are now the ones after her life. Misfortunes started going her way, and creatures unknown to her appeared one by one, taking the most precious person away from her and leaving Eirin in despair. Secrets started unfolding, and the monster Eirin sought for so long was not the one she expected them to be.

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,

The whispers started with a murmur, a tremor that rippled through the astronomical community. On November 3rd, 2013, the sky wasn't just going to witness an eclipse; it was bracing itself for a phenomenon unlike any other. They called it the Hybrid Eclipse – a celestial dance so intricate, so precariously balanced, that its effects would shift depending on where you stood on Earth. In some parts of the world, the moon would become a perfect circle, a fiery ring against the sun's brilliance, in a breathtaking display known as an annular eclipse. But for others, the moon would take a bolder step, completely engulfing the sun, plunging the world into an inky blackness for a brief, awe-inspiring moment – a total eclipse. But the true spectacle, the one that sent shivers down the spines of seasoned astronomers, was the way the eclipse would morph. As the moon's shadow, a ghostly silhouette against the cosmic canvas, danced across the Earth's curved surface, the eclipse would transform. It would begin as an annular eclipse, then, in a breathtaking display of celestial geometry, morph into a total eclipse for a select few, before reverting back to its annular form. It was a celestial ballet, a breathtaking display of the universe's clockwork precision. However, what started as a marvel in the sky soon became a turning point in human history. The Hybrid Eclipse wasn't just a dance of light and shadow; it was a foreshadowing of change. The exact nature of that change? Well, that, my friend, is a story waiting to be unraveled. The Hybrid Eclipse had cemented its place in history, not just as a rare astronomical event, but as the day the world, as we knew it, began to shift.

The moonlight filtered through the large windows of Li Qiang's penthouse, casting a silvery glow over the room. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they both inhabited. Xin Yi stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the night sky, lost in thought. Li Qiang entered the room quietly, his presence commanding yet gentle. He approached her, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet. "Xin Yi," he called softly, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. She turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, Mr. Gou?" she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You don't have to call me that when we're alone," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Call me Li Qiang." Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat. She had seen him in his most ruthless moments, but this side of him was different—softer, almost tender. "Li Qiang," she repeated, the name feeling foreign yet familiar on her tongue. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, sending a shiver down her spine. "You've been through so much," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I see the strength in you, but I also see the pain." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "I have a mission," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't afford to be weak." Li Qiang cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that escaped. "Strength isn't about never breaking," he said softly. "It's about finding the courage to keep going, even when you're broken." For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of something neither could fully understand. Xin Yi felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to experience in a long time. Li Qiang leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "Let me be your strength," he whispered, his lips inches from hers. "Let me help you carry the weight." Xin Yi closed her eyes, her resolve wavering. She had come here for revenge, but in this moment, all she wanted was to lose herself in his embrace. She felt his lips brush against hers, a tentative, gentle kiss that spoke of promises and unspoken desires. She kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It was a kiss filled with longing and desperation, a silent plea for solace in a world filled with chaos. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "This changes nothing," Xin Yi said, her voice trembling. "I still have a mission." Li Qiang nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know," he replied. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to navigate this together." As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the lines between love and duty blurred, leaving them both wondering what the future held. Jang Xin Yi's world shattered the night her parents were brutally murdered. Consumed by vengeance, she infiltrates a ruthless mafia organization, posing as a bodyguard. Her mission: gather evidence and dismantle the syndicate from within. But her resolve wavers when she meets Li Qiang, the enigmatic and feared underboss. As she navigates this perilous world, Xin Yi is confronted with horrors that test her every step—the nauseating stench of death, gruesome torture chambers, and the brutal reality of Li Qiang’s actions. Despite the terror, Xin Yi remains determined to see her mission through. Will her thirst for revenge triumph, or will love and danger alter her path forever? Li Qiang commands respect through sheer terror. But when he hires a fearless martial artist who speaks her mind, his curiosity is piqued. Soon, he discovers the truth—his new bodyguard is a woman in disguise.

[ WARNING: Mature Content ] [Completed] In a household where the only holding genuine bloodline is her, Ewelina Orteu is betrayed and sold to the sole Archduke of the Zaarmideos Kingdom, whose nature is of treacherous essence such as the domain he rules over. Wedded to an unknown groom, she is now sent to his residency where sights she never fathomed to witness await her. As well as the fated encounter with him who is Ewelina's spouse and owner. Foreordained, the couple's first meeting threatens their present... Concealing a truth she is yet to unveil... Along with the beginning of the souls Luring Nights. || Extract || Gasping sounds along with a woman's soft melted voice could be heard in the dark chamber. Solely illuminated by the clear moon that slid rudely into the wedded's privacy, two silhouettes emerged from the sheets as the light fall of raindrops gifted nature's melody to their night... As well as the freshness their heated figures continued to need, even in the midst of such weather. "a..ahn...!... huff... Husb– ha...!" — The woman continued to puff in a weak voice. _________________________ This is my second book. As it is, this novel differs from my first one of course. You will notice on its tone. Yet, I hope you will like it as much. The first eleven chapters are so you get how Ewelina ended up in her situation ^^. This story fully starts after said chapter. Be expectant for the following chapters. Happy reading. Do leave a review. _________________________ Tags: #R18 #Reincarnation #Historical #Fantasy #Drama #Romance #Smut Read my first book!: • You Think I Won't Talk? This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Amidst the shadows that stretch beyond the precipice, a realm of unspoken desires and unrevealed pains beckons. It is a domain where the harbinger of sorrow and pain, a specter of darkness, casts its haunting silhouette. From within this abyss emerges a vow—an oath that cuts through the veil of obscurity. "Justice shall be my mantle," the whisper echoes, the promise etched with determination. In these hands, a power takes root, heedless of the chaos it sows in its unrelenting path. As the abyss gazes back, the abyss of vengeance, a choice is made—a choice to wield the forces that lie within, regardless of the tumult it unfurls. And so, within the tapestry of darkness, a narrative unfolds, where justice and chaos entwine, and the enigmatic journey of the "Strength of Chaos" takes shape. --- Hey there, So, guess what? This is my first-ever book, 'Strength of Chaos,' and I'm stoked to share it with you. Just wanted to give you a heads-up – it might start off a bit slow. But hey, I promise you this: stick around, and you'll see the story pick up pace, the plot twist and turn, and my writing groove get seriously dialed in. So grab a comfy seat, maybe a cup of something warm, and let's dive into the world of Chaos together (Most of it though hehe). Your patience and excitement mean the world to me. Catch you on the flip side, [Golden_Essence]

In the snow-white room, the sounds of heavy, manic breathing were intertwined with soft whimpering as the large figure enveloped Reese like a god. Even though this was only their first encounter, he was already hopelessly crazy for her. With rough movements, frenzied kissing, and bondage, he forcefully overcame every last line of defence in her body, causing her to succumb to him completely. Reese Tate was a medical genius who had some small achievements with her medical skills, but she was otherwise the most ordinary young lady there was, especially among all of the diverse races in the entire Universal Galaxy. She never imagined that she would be framed by her fiancé and locked up in a mental hospital, let alone be molested and violated on her first day here, by a despicable dragon who had status and prestige. In the eyes of everyone else, he was distinguished, handsome, and powerful. But in Reese’s eyes, he was stubborn, cold-blooded, and obsessive. He was also a sex maniac who eyed her bare body with lust at every chance he had! But why did this awful, lecherous guy protect her time and again? Why did he say that she was his salvation? Furthermore, Reese was beginning to feel that his silhouette seemed to resemble a certain someone from her memory…

Many say love is a fleeting emotion. But to them, love is an amorous devotion. … Cassandra Qin, a woman of grace and feminine perfection. Renowned as a charismatic and regal chairwoman, a prime woman in her late thirties whom all could only yearn in their most beautiful dream. Seen as a woman who has it all; exquisite beauty, success and outstanding daughter. She is revered by all, yet little do they know that behind her veneer of perfection, she has to nurse her own wound in darkness of night when no one is around. A woman whose heart is encased frozen to the heat of intimacy is what she believed she is, or so she thought until she meets him, the younger man who melts her coldness and ignites a flicker of passion within her into a storming inferno. A wet dream dressed in a hot suit, the finest womanizer. Her sweetest mistake. Him, whose presence sets her body aflame and whose smile features upon her dirtiest fantasies. Heir to the dark household. A man with whom she should have no contact with, yet the maddening temptation is just as irresistible as his vixen smile. Their passionate romance is like an exquisite painting, a captivating blend of raw passion and intimacy. Two dominant man and woman who get very lost in their amorous yet loveless affair, neither is able for fall for the other. Their coupling is one of unbridled passion, wrapped in the shroud of secrecy and danger. Will they end in timeless devotion or be consumed by the flames of their alluring affair? ... Sensuous fingertips traced down the lines of masculine perfection and up rippling pectorals. Hot and wet tongues locked together as silken thighs straddled with sinuous motion. Inhalations whisper of passion and desire. Their breaths mingled while fingers orchestrated an exhaled symphony of amorous moans. "Dance for me." The lady demanded, biting his neck as she pinned him down against the soft velvet sheets. "My pleasure." The man rasped, swallowing down, as he caressed the silhouette of smooth, contrasting thighs. "Anything you desire, my dear Queen."

"Seven..? No! It was eig-!" The era of Kingdoms arises A sole continent at the center of the vast ocean where a dark lord once ruled and dominated every kingdom it clashes is now in ruins. Be it above or below his legend still remains that even the devils fear him. The once indestructible Kingdom is now famous to be a place of cold desert forming a pile of corpse and skeletons everywhere, a wasteland. While at the center of the island was the standing silhouette of the dark lord's corpse. No one dared to go touch it, neither go near the dead corpse, that is why hundreds of years have passed already but the body of the dark lord is still standing at the center of the island, the dark continent. Footsteps... Is someone still living there? "What? Wait. This place is familiar but..." Morning came "What were those broken memories? Really weird and bothersome. I do hope I will not have those dreams again!" "Rothe! Are you awake? Come here and help me fire the woods, I'll make the soup then we are ready for breakfast. We need to be faster for us to be able to sell in the marketplace." A middle-aged adult called the 8 years old Rothe for a hand as they were always in a hurry for them to occupy a public marketplace vendor. It's first come first serve, so before the sun shines in the morning they need to find an unoccupied vendor stall already for them to sell their fresh fishes and stocks of bread. "The meal was great! Thanks, mom! You are the best! You are the one that's always looking out for me. Hmph, I wonder where dad is?" "DEATH!" Rothe suddenly froze when he heard someone whispered in his ears. But that was only in his head. "Rothe, are you okay? What's wrong?" The boy's mother was worried for his son suddenly stopped walking and dropped the basket full of fishes. "I'll kill you!" "What is happening? Rothe!" "Rothe! Run!" "Mother!" "..." Year 888 The Kingdom of Magnolram, humanity's perfect place of peace and haven

As she was caught in Kaiser's arms, she said, "If you wish to seduce an angel, you must play the part of a devil." She looked at him with defiance in his eyes, as he said in a breathy voice, he murmured, "Then let the devil lead, Eirene." As the candles burned, their bodies moved in a sinuous dance that created silhouettes of desire.

In the enchanting twilight, a man's serene evening at his cottage takes a surreal turn when he discovers a mirrored reality across the lake, challenging the laws of nature. As he grapples with this cosmic mystery, a familiar silhouette and the name "Evelyn" emerge, unleashing a cascade of emotions and regrets. Desperate to connect across the cosmic barrier, his heartfelt cries trigger a ripple effect that transcends both worlds. The revelation unfolds a poignant tale of love, loss, and the relentless pursuit of connection, ultimately leading to a profound and impossible journey to bridge the gap between two intertwined realities.

Accused of being a terrorist, Montana Mills had been driven out of his home. Seeking vengeance, he ran to an organization to train and hunt down the person who stole his identity. However, things take a turn for the worse when the person ends up being a witch. Witch… they are the people who received powers from demons in exchange for helping the demons propagate sins. Rendering the normal weapons useless against their kind, the witches only have a few fears. Montana Mills is just an ordinary person who summoned a demon for a hellhound; he has no idea he would be on a path to fully embrace the dark magic just for his personal gain. However, his handler, Belphegor, has more plans for him. Using his sudden spark of vindication, Belphegor wage a war against the master of the terrorist—his own brother at arms, Satan. Gaining the support of more and more Princes of Hell, Montana gets pit against one of them. Stakes rise, and even his forgotten past is unearthed. Embracing a new name to propel his goals forward, Montana willingly enters the world of demons… and even vied to replace the Demon Prince of Wrath himself. ... "So it all came to this. You and me, finally standing face-to-face." A wide, menacing grin spread on Satan's face as he looked down at the approaching witch. "Tell me, Montana Mills... how was your descent to Hell?" "Worth the wait." Montana lifted his left arm and curled his fingers, blue flames blazing to turn it into a four-fingered claw. "Since you're looking forward to meeting me, I take it as you getting ready to fall by my hands." Satan only got up from the throne and dropped the goblet at the side as his humongous bat-like wings slowly spread behind him, casting a shadow that ate up the entire width of the chamber. He raised both hands as if downplaying the witch's words. "You really think you can kill me now?" Montana crouched down and summoned the blue flames to embrace his body as a silhouette of a hellhound emerged around him. "I do." Boom! He dashed towards the demon prince at the speed of sound and swung down his claw. Satan only laughed out as he summoned bones to cover his arms and block the attack. A loud sound and a brutal shockwave followed and rippled through the air as Montana's claw struck against Satan's arm. With their eyes getting at the same level, Satan returned the glare that Montana gave him. However, Montana grinned as well as his dark eyes lit up brightly in blue fire. "Do you really think I can't take your place as a demon prince?" ... This is a work of fiction. All similarities to events and people are coincidental.

Being an adopted child, Annie never though that her eighteenth birthday party would be a day of disaster. It all began when she put on that mysterious necklace, and that was when her body underwent a miraculous transformation. When Annie happily decided to offer her first time to her boyfriend, she accidentally found him sleeping with her sister, Susan. This betrayal caused her to lose control due to rage and sorrow, and she experienced a physical transformation. After turning into a werewolf, Annie mistakenly killed her boyfriend and Susan. Annie fell into the abyss amidst her panic. Just when she thought everything was over, she found herself in the world of werewolves. The first man she saw after opening her eyes called out to her gently, “My mate! I’ve been waiting for you. I finally found you!” The man’s eyes were a deep passionate purple, and he stared straight at her. Annie stared back at him for the longest time. Every cell in her body was dancing, and her blood boiled inside her veins. It was a sense of familiarity, a pain mingled with excitement and sadness. She vaguely remembered this face. It was a face etched deeply into her memory and couldn’t be erased even after almost a hundred years had passed. “Ian, forget about me!” Annie turned away resolutely. “My body and soul have been enshrined at the temple. This is my agreement with the Moon Goddess. Only with this can we break the curse in your body!” “Go, Ian! You must complete the mission God has given you! You will lead the pack to victory in battle.” Annie’s silhouette slowly disappeared into the shrine’s light. “And I… will always pray for you here!” “No!” Ian grabbed Annie’s wrist. “This time, I won’t let go!” The skies immediately darkened, and a raging wind swept up. Lightning struck mercilessly, and the thunder was deafening. This was the Moon Goddess’s rage! The curse forbids them from being together! As the two individuals held each other in the darkness, should they brace themselves and challenge the curse? Or should they give up and submit?

Surrounding the stars was vast darkness and silence. Innumerable stars were weaved together to form a linkage of sanctuaries. Countless intergalactic species traversed across stars for exploration, development, and reproduction. All of them fought against the vast darkness. A small nameless race might bloom and become in power in the timespan of a few hundred years. Similarly, a big powerful race might disappear without a trace in an instant. Everyone was devoted to cultivation and inheritance. Many Proud Sons of Heavens contended to be the best, and heroes could be found everywhere. The Human Race began as a prosperous clan, but they were slowly dying now. Wang Yu began his cultivation in Island Town 732 of Broken Star No.5. Many years later, the Human Race could be found in every corner of the galaxy. All Proud Sons admired the one and only Divine Emperor of the Human Race. Someone asked, “Divine Emperor Wang Yu, how should I cultivate so that I can follow in your footsteps?” The Divine Emperor looked a little puzzled as he turned around and replied, “Isn’t cultivation just repetition? After the proficiency bar of a technique is fully charged, then you will automatically master the technique. Since all of you have better talents and comprehending skills than me, I believe you are already well aware of what I have just said.” The Proud Sons of the Human Race remained silent as they stared at the leaving silhouette of the Divine Emperor. Finally, someone murmured, “What the heck is a proficiency bar?”

Warning: Contains explicit sexual content and vulgar language. ×°~×°~×° "Hazel, what are you doing to me? Why am I feeling this way? I want to kiss you," Dallan rasped in a gruff voice... Dallan is the alpha of the silhouette pack. In a bid to please his people, he occasionally goes out to hunt down weaker creatures who could serve the pack, capture them as workers or slaves. On one of such hunts, he captures Hazel, a mermaid, for the powers her specie is rumored to have. What Dallan never expected was for the goddess to pair Hazel as his mate. He did not also expect to fall madly in love with her and get his feelings reciprocated. She falls deep into his heart—and bed. Hazel will never be accepted as his mate since it is considered a forbidden affair. Now the both of them must strive against everything pulling them away from each other, break traditions just to protect their love.

"What is fate? Are the choices we make considered fate? What determines someone or something's fate? These are the questions our protagonist/MC will ponder throughout his mystical journey. These peculiar events will shape the fate and destiny of both the protagonist and his world, challenging him to protect those he hold dear. His adventures begin with the discovery of the possibility of time travel." *** In the shroud of midnight's deepest darkness, atop the loftiest peak, a spark ignited with sudden brilliance. As the spark intensified, it drew the attention of onlookers. Some were gripped by despair at this unexpected anomaly, while others erupted in joyous celebration. With each crescendo of despair and cheer, the spark burned brighter. Flash, Rumble, and Boom—intense light illuminated the heavens, accompanied by the cacophonous symphony of thunder and lightning. It felt as though doomsday itself was on the doorstep. As the initial shock wore off, people snapped into action, desperately seeking refuge to safeguard their fragile lives. Meanwhile, those who reveled in the chaos reveled even more, finding perverse joy in the despair of others. *** Amidst this unfolding spectacle, the initial spark transformed into a radiant, swiftly rotating circular object, periodically emitting sparks of electricity. As the circular object's rotation gradually decelerated, three silhouettes came into view. The boy, around 17 years old, possessed a sharp visage, handsome features, vantablack hair, and gray eyes that fluctuated in color with his emotions. He tightly held a beautiful girl with soft skin, alluring blood-red eyes, silver-blonde hair, and an hourglass figure. Together, they gazed to their left, where a gorgeous young woman of their age captured the boy's attention. What fascinated him the most were her brown wolf-like ears and a constantly wagging tail, accompanied by a joyful smile on her face. As the radiance of the circular rotating object dimmed, they all found themselves in a heartfelt group hug, reunited in this mystical moment. *** After some time, the three of them resolved to investigate the peculiar situation they found themselves in. While the girls marveled at their surroundings in awe, the boy's attention was drawn to a letter displayed on the control panel of his "Time Machine."

In the era when the Multiverse breathed with vitality, where the very fabric of reality was etched into existence... From the fringes of conceptual reality, arises a solitary enigma, fueled by an insatiable curiosity for all it contacts, yearning to uncover the secrets within... It observes... It absorbs... It imitates... It senses... Yet, the most chilling aspect... It defies description, lurking beyond comprehension... ______________________________________ Hello, im the author of this book and this is my first novel that i truly want to create of, out of imagination and boundless possibilities that can ignite the aspect of adventure and appreciation of beauty on life and curiosity towards the stories that may unfold based on perspectives and fantasy. Also criticism was acceptable as i was still learning to create a story :), as English was my 2nd language there will be some flaws and a little bit of off grammar (if so let me know). The story will sometimes had time skips and slow pacing story in which i try to detail some surrounding world/universal concept and also don't forget to add EPIC BGM to it, and what i mean BGM is to recommend music to play in the background to add an mini immersion of it (depends on your taste whether you like it cause i really love epic music) to form an ambience :) Anyways thats enough for me to drag long the synopsis :D Enjoy! _______________________________________ [Disclaimer] : please don't compare this to any logic or any relations towards to our reality and universe cause this story will be bound to such ridiculous amount of insanity and out of concept reality. There will be plotholes that i may not see and may passed by, it may had a little bit of cliché when needed to apply to or i didn't even realize it _______________________________________ #Multiverse #Creation #Fantasy #Sliceoflife #LittleComedy #God #Idontknowwhatimhashtaggingfor #RealityBending _______________________________________ [The cover for the novel is not mine, if its yours please message me if you want to take it down]

Crisp air, unfamiliar sky, and three sleeping silhouettes mar the scene. Far, far away from Earth, three best friends confusedly wake up in an unfamiliar world. They must venture on a long and arduous journey, experience world-shattering phenomena and face unimaginable challenges, if they ever wish to return back to Earth. In the new world filled with mysteries, the key to exploring the unknown lies in one's strength. Little do they know, they were not alone in this enigmatic world. [Ding] ---------------------------------------------- 4-5 Chapters a week!~