Ghost Stories To Sleep

For Marco, Lucas is his meek little brother. For the rest of the world, he is the menacing Ghost of Vermil. "Angels endow blessings. Demons sow curses." A hundred years ago, angels and demons descended on earth. It is said they are still here. Annointed with potent holy power, Marco is set to join the Kingdom's Holy Army to fight off the demonic legion. But before that, he must confront the trail of blood and ash that points to Lucas's involvement with the dark side. As mysteries unfold and loyalties fracture, Marco is faced with the question: where does holiness end and damnation begin? If all lines are blurred and the fate of humanity is at stake, will he have enough resolve to strike down the brother he once swore to protect?

[Welcome to the New Era.] [You have been granted 100 Coins.] [Your Unique Skill has been awakened.] [To survive, obtain more coins.] [Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.] Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding. Colossal dragons appeared, their immense bodies eclipsing the sky, shaking the world with roars that shattered mountains and split the earth. As they ascended, the heavens trembled, the winds howled, and creation itself seemed to bow, for they were not mere beasts, but gods of destruction, heralding the end of an era. Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons wreathed in hellfire descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen. Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos. Then, as if it were nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor. Terror settled in. Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over the elements, others bent time or defied death itself. Yet some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they were doomed from the start. The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve. Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors became executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished and the strong carved their place in this new world. Yet, amidst this apocalyptic bloodbath, one man did something truly absurd. --- A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival… and his power was to take naps?!

____________________ WSA 2025 Entry ____________________ When it first appeared, no one could explain what it was. A towering tree that stood over the clouds and kissed the heavens had appeared overnight, visible to all regardless of location yet the tree could never be reached. It existed everywhere yet was not physically present. It began in Korea when a professional MMA fighter and a father of two—Ki-moon was on an early morning jog when a door before him, and out of curiosity, he entered. Ki-moon had a match booked for the next day so it wasn't hard to notice his disappearance. Two days later Ki-moon was declared missing. However, a week later, he returned with abilities that stunned the world. The world went crazy, and for a month, it was the only topic on everyone's lips. Ki-moon's interview explained how he summoned the door and not stumbled upon it as many believed. All you had to do was whisper the word "door" with the tree in mind. He warned about the horrors he went through that nearly cost his life, however no one paid heed. All they saw was the power he possessed and everyone wanted a piece of that. On the 3rd of October 2020, a day after Ki-moon's interview was released, five hundred million humans globally, summoned the door, and barely a hundred thousand people made it back alive, many traumatized. Unfortunately, the world was not given the chance to mourn their loss. On the 11th of 2020, 100 gates opened across the world, each gate leading to dungeons filled with resources and monsters that the world has never seen before. On that very day, Deviants were born… _______________ {Warning: Author rant} _____________________ Hello guys, it's the world's biggest disappointment; Black_sheep. This is a shout-out to my fellow failures who failed to meet their family's expectations—you are not alone. In fact, I don't think there can be a greater failure than myself. Anyways, I'm using this opportunity to make this clear; the mc has a few loose screws up there. Don't judge. Every man is a reflection of his/her life experiences and sometimes those experiences turn even the sweetest souls to demons. Don't ask how I know this.

who hands their feet into malbuja, better behave or face the consequense in a form of a 6'9ft native american man hunting you down like an animal. wrath is a novel story about townman and his "reasonable" killing spree and life. set in oregon around the 70s, malbuja is a small town with a dark past and unmarked area of the oregon's map. townman himself is a nihilistic anti-hero who not just a savage, but also sadistic in the way he kills his victims and he's coming for them.

After the invasion, humanity has been reduced in numbers drastically. 93% of the male population has been wiped out, alongside all the gods. Everyone left, prayed for a miracle and their prayers have been answered. In order to save mankind, the last remaining goddesses, created female warriors known as the Valkyrie to protect and keep the human population alive. However, because of the superior genes of women, the children born would always be female and if they were born male, they would die. The goddesses, need to figure out a way to prevent the deaths of male children or else it will be the extinction of humanity and them. The Faction Wars Series contains disturbing content that may be too intense for readers, such as abuse, rape, drugs, extreme gore and violence, mental and physical torture. Note: The characters, places, and events described in this novel are entirely imaginary and have no connection, either direct or indirect, with any real persons, places, or events. Reader discretion is advised.

Sammy "The Ghost" Davis is a boxer in a world that doesn't respect boxers. In the chaotic underground fight scene, where grapplers, kickboxers, and street brawlers dominate, he's seen as nothing more than an easy win. But Sammy refuses to be a stepping stone. With sharp footwork, precise punches, and a growing arsenal of dirty tactics, he fights to carve out his place in a world where only the ruthless survive. As the stakes rise and every fight becomes more dangerous, Sammy must prove that even an underdog can be a nightmare in the ring.

It's the story of a man who hunts ghosts at night, but there's something mysterious about him—and his past. He takes down Ghosts. one by one, seemingly just to survive and earn money. But is that all there is to it? Or is something far more sinister lurking in the shadows of his own history?

Shiva was a 28-year-old teenager who died in a car crash and was reborn with the power of Ghost Rider in the Twilight and TVD (The Vampire Diaries) world. . . . Arthur's Note: My grammar may not be the best, but I'm working on improving it. I don't own any of the characters, only my original character (OC). I would appreciate feedback and support if you enjoy the story. I will be updating it three to four days a week.

Deaf underground music producer Jack is saved from death by a mysterious secret doctor with only an old chip in his hand. When this chip "revives" a discarded toy piano and gives him the ability to "hear sounds", his fate is pushed to inevitable destruction... Note: This is a Chinese novel and I translated it into English

I thought nothing of my past until me and my mother abruptly began moving into a completely different state. I can't believe it all was a lie. Sometimes you have to take someone else's job and do it for them.

In a world where choices shape destinies, a man embarks on a relentless quest for self-mastery. Driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge, performance, and freedom, he navigates the intricate balance between discipline and desire. His journey spans intellectual pursuits, physical excellence, and the search for deeper meaning—constantly oscillating between solitude and the longing for connection. As he sharpens his mind through philosophy, languages, and scientific inquiry, his body follows suit, sculpted by the rigorous demands of athleticism. Yet, beneath his structured routine lies a battle against fleeting impulses and the ever-present question: What is truly worth pursuing? Through reflections on success, failure, and personal transformation, Fragments of Discipline explores the paradox of ambition—the fine line between control and surrender, purpose and detachment. In the end, the protagonist must confront his greatest challenge: himself.

Dying in a tragic accident Marcus Ferrous gets transferred to a fantasy world of monsters and magic, except when he arrives contrary to what he expected he is now level one and a ghost. Left with nothing on a strange new world, Marcus will struggle with everything he has on his journey to get stronger and uncover the secrets of his new world. Artwork By Radiopaque.

En un Japón donde lo antiguo y lo moderno conviven en un delicado equilibrio, la vida de Yamato Kobayashi, un joven de 13 años, cambia por completo tras un acto de valentía que lo convierte en el blanco de desprecio y rumores en su escuela. Acompañado por sus dos amigos de la infancia, Hayato y Hinako, deberá enfrentar el rechazo de sus compañeros mientras intenta entender el misterioso poder que despertó en su interior. Lo que Yamato desconoce es que su linaje esconde un secreto que lo conecta con los Ghost, una raza alienígena con una historia de traición y venganza. Cuando fuerzas oscuras comienzan a cazarlo, la tragedia golpea su vida con la muerte de su familia, llevándolo por un camino de entrenamiento, revelaciones y una lucha contra enemigos que amenazan no solo su existencia, sino la del mundo entero. Entre la traición, el sacrificio y el deseo de venganza, Yamato tendrá que decidir si sucumbe a la oscuridad de su ira o se convierte en la última esperanza de la humanidad.

Does success justify all its sacrifices? Does it leave a bitter taste in the mouth, or is it my blood? Yes, I am bleeding profusely. The water was tumultuous. Sharp peaks threatened us like the fangs of a bloodthirsty monster. The thunder illuminated his face, covered in mud and blood. He raised his weapon, ready to pierce it straight into my heart.

This is for sad story lovers. A slice of life. The emotions of a teenage girl. Picking up her broken pieces of soul while carrying family truma and depression. Hold your heart tight my dear readers and let's go on this short journey with our dear female lead Lyra. Hope you all enjoy the journey. ( This is a oneshot story)

A lot of short stories just for fun

Small, stories

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

"The story of an ordinary schoolgirl who becomes a spirit hunter overnight." Between daydreams in class, conversations with her enigmatic rival, and moments of camaraderie with her childhood friend, Alice leads an ordinary teenager life… if it weren’t for those disturbing visions, the boy marked with a mysterious rabbit symbol, and that oppressive feeling lurking in the shadows. Since Halloween, surnatural events occurs more often, to the point where a terrifying encounter in the school hallways jumpstart Alice’s journey toward a day-to-day full of crazy twist and turn! She must now uncover the truth about herself as well as the secrets of this world in order to save it from a tragic end!

Sexy stories of Giantesses crushing Tiny people.

A world where peace doesn't exist. Cause you always will find it relative. No matter how much you do. You will find pain. The opposite is also true, no matter how much you try you will find people that are finding peace in pain. They are so disparate that they will give torture to others just so that they can enjoy peace. And the rare one is justice. who brought down both pain and peace to ensure justice.

A little bit of everything.