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When Bali Opened My Third Eye

The Island That Sees Through You *Genre: Supernatural Horror, Psychological Thriller, Travel Mystery* *Setting: Ubud, Bali – Summer of 2023* What if paradise sees your soul—and doesn’t let go? I never believed in ghosts. Not seriously. Not until the summer of 2023, when burnout from my tech job in Singapore led me to book a last-minute solo retreat to Bali. The plan was simple: unplug, heal, reset. But the island had other plans. What began as a peaceful vacation in a secluded villa outside Ubud quickly spiraled into a spiritual descent I couldn’t escape from. The villa was perfect—too perfect. Traditional Balinese design, surrounded by rice paddies, misty mornings, and ancient temples nearby. Every doorway adorned with daily offerings. Every night serenaded by distant gamelan music. For the first few days, I embraced it all. Meditation, yoga, local food, temple visits. Then came the dreams. A temple I hadn’t seen. A woman in white with her face half-covered in hair. A stare that pierced through the veil of sleep and left me frozen with fear. Whispers in a language I didn’t speak. Night after night, her presence grew stronger—until she crossed the threshold from dream into reality. Mirrors fogged on their own. Statues turned. Shadows moved in corners untouched by light. And always, the smell of frangipani before something happened. The villa, once tranquil, felt like a mouth slowly closing around me. Every inch of the house watched. Every offering seemed like a warning I was too late to understand. Locals avoided my gaze. Strangers placed offerings outside my room without a word. I visited a *balian*—a traditional Balinese healer—who told me, “You opened something. It saw you. Now it follows.” I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it was true. The woman wasn't a ghost in the Western sense. She was something older. A *penunggu*—a watcher bound to the land, awakened by disrespect or recognition. And I had done both. Through rituals, cryptic warnings, and a wooden idol with no eyes, I tried to make sense of the unraveling horror. I was told to let her "finish looking." But what does that mean when what she sees is you—your regrets, your secrets, your soul? This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s about the cost of being seen by something beyond comprehension. It’s about sacred land, and what happens when a tourist treats spirit like spectacle. It’s about the third eye opening not through meditation, but through fear. The island gave me what I didn’t ask for. And now, even after leaving Bali, the dreams haven’t stopped. If you’ve ever felt something watching you just out of view\... if you’ve ever visited a sacred place and felt *changed* afterward... you might understand. You might have opened a door, too. **“The Island That Sees Through You”** is a supernatural travel-horror novella written in a deeply immersive, personal style. A cross between *The Haunting of Hill House* and *Eat Pray Die*, this story takes readers on a slow-burn psychological descent through mysticism, madness, and a truth you cannot unsee. Welcome to Bali. She sees you now.
DaoistCFc4MX · 6.6K Views

Underneath the Suit : The Fractured Vow

Underneath the Suit: The Fractured Vow “Where memory fractures... the vow still stands.” -->The name was erased. The vow wasn’t. Beneath the suit, something awakens. Beneath the badge, something refuses. In a fractured future where cities run on corporate lies and gods sleep beneath synthetic moons, two lives spiral toward each other—bound by blood, buried power, and a war the world tried to forget. Ryuu Takeda, a technician in Sector 9, lives quietly—trying to shrink beneath his rage. By night, he fights in circuits like PIT, chasing rumors of his missing brother. His past is erased. His brothers are gone. Only a bloodstained watch keeps him tethered. The system marks him as dangerous. The streets whisper a name he never chose. And something inside him wants to burn through the silence. Audrina Cromwell, an elite Eclipse enforcer, lives by protocol—until she breaks ranks to save a child. Her locket opens for the first time in years. It bleeds shadow, hums with memories not her own, and calls her by a title she doesn’t understand. Now she’s hunted for something even she can’t explain. Cults chant forbidden names. Knight relics tremble in the dark. And power stirs in those, the world forgot how to control. As divine monsters, broken myths, and AI ghosts converge on a buried truth, Ryuu and Audrina must decide if the fire inside them is inherited, stolen...or something new. Because something ancient is bleeding through the cracks. And someone—maybe both—is carrying a vow the world tried to erase. A vow was broken once. The gods bled because of it. Two lost souls who were never meant to meet. One shattered prophecy. And a war no one remembers—until it remembers them. They weren’t born to save the world. They were built to survive what comes after. Not chosen ones—just broken ones fate failed to erase. —— Power System: AURA Aura doesn’t awaken from destiny—it breaks loose when the soul stops kneeling. It is defiance made visible. The scream of will, shaped into motion. When belief becomes will—and will becomes a weapon. The stronger the soul, the brighter the burn. But some flames consume. Aura awakens when the spirit breaks its chains. But some chains bind gods. And some gods remember. Suit up. Break. Burn. Become. —— Core Elements: Cyberpunk meets Divine Horror Dual Protagonist Psychological Spiral: underground fighter & haunted officer No Systems. No Prompts. No Mercy Aura vs. Borrowed Power: soul-forged will vs. divine residue Urban Mythpunk: dreamfolds, Knight relics, shadow-driven warfare Slow-burn convergence, fractured identities, sacred violence Secrets that whisper before they scream —— Author’s Note: Lo, brave reader—thou who wander’st where shadows writhe and oaths lie broken, This be mine first tale upon the scrolls of Webnovel. If thou seek worlds cracked with myth and power born not of birth, but of defiance— And souls who, though torn, dare rise again—then come. Walk with me through ruin and remembrance. Each act shall grow in terror and truth. What beginneth in silence shall end in flame. Speak thy thoughts. Scribe thy theories. Share thy witness. The crack hath opened. We fall not alone. — ChaosKNIGHT (C.K) Ashvale (“Oh, it feels cringe?” Aye—’tis why we keep a simpler tongue…) This is my first Webnovel. A slow-burn, emotional story built on identity, myth, and transformation. If you enjoy fractured worlds, mythic systems, and broken people who rise again—I hope you stay. Each act deepens. The fracture widens. And the fire only grows. Feedback, comments, and wild theories are always welcome. Let’s see how deep the cracks go. Thanks for reading. The fracture begins now. - I sometimes add Images in comment section(From me or From internet) ——
The_ChaosKNIGHT · 11.4K Views

When A Filipino got Isekai'd with a Twist ! "only I can summon those!"

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero! #connected universe!
WrathBuh69 · 68K Views

Do you want me to be the villain like that?? Open your eyes and see

Jiang Yun died in his original world, and his spirit traveled to a cultivation world as the Holy Son of the Sacred Land of Mist. However, his new body was severely injured from being attacked by demonic cultivators and having his Sacred Bones stolen. As he was in despair, a voice from a System, known as the Villain System, sounded. Initially, he was shocked because of his experiences, which seemed like the destiny of a protagonist. However, when he discovered that his junior disciple was the true Son of Destiny and had stolen his Sacred Bones, hiding them, and was a spy for the Demonic Sect, Jiang Yun realized he was being framed. The junior disciple created false accusations against him, causing other disciples to dislike and reject him, including senior and junior disciples who shared the same master. Without hesitation, Jiang Yun decided to become the Villain. He planned for survival, gathered resources, amassed forces, and acquired subordinates. Eventually, his master decided to remove him from his position as Holy Son. He then chose to leave the Sacred Land. When he encountered an Emperor Spirit, he learned that the world was about to undergo a dramatic change in the near future. Thus, he established a Sacred Land for those who were despised and abandoned by heaven, or for those who shared his ideals. I am the author of this story and plan to publish it on three platforms: Webnovel, ScribbleHub, and Royal Road.
EA7111 · 188.9K Views

The Secret in Suite 1808

One night in the opulent Suite 1808 of The St. Regis New York, Zoe Carter, a sharp-witted reader of trashy CEO novels, wakes up to her worst nightmare: she's no longer herself. She's been thrust into the body of Emily Miller, the doomed cannon fodder character in "Manhattan's Ice King," the very novel she just finished deriding. Trapped in the opening act of a scandal meticulously orchestrated by the venomous socialite Isabelle Thorne, this new Emily (with Zoe's soul) knows the script: public humiliation, ruin, and a swift, tragic exit. But Zoe Carter isn't playing by the book. Armed with her meta-knowledge of the plot, a twenty-first-century attitude, and a fierce will to survive, she's determined to flip the script on her predetermined fate as Emily Miller. Forced into a sham engagement with the novel's infuriatingly handsome and glacially cold protagonist, billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling, Emily (Zoe within) must navigate the treacherous waters of Manhattan's elite. As she dodges Isabelle's devious schemes and delivers satisfying comeuppance to those who underestimated her, she starts to derail the original storyline in ways she never predicted. But changing the plot comes with its own dangers. The lines between fiction and reality blur, and Alexander, the "by-the-book" CEO, finds himself increasingly captivated by this new, unpredictable Emily Miller who defies his every expectation. As hidden agendas unravel and the "secret" of Suite 1808 proves to be far more sinister than the novel let on, Emily (guided by Zoe's spirit) must decide if she can trust the man she once dismissed as a mere character. Can a cannon fodder character, now infused with a modern soul named Zoe, truly rewrite her destiny as Emily Miller, outsmart a master manipulator, and find an unexpected love in a world designed to be her downfall? Or will the original author always have the final say?
timdik397 · 6.4K Views
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