Initial D No One Sleep In Tokyo

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.

The multi-verse is collapsing, and the fabric of reality is falling apart. Only the unity of Man and Mechs can transcend the apocalypse. “First off, Screw Mars!” Ten is losing his sight. Everything has been so wrong after the god-damned earthquake. Nothing’s been good. The apocalypse, perhaps? Ten could swear these were nothing like the tell-tales of ‘the apocalypse’. And just when he thinks it can’t get any more bizarre… BOOM! MARS KIDNAPS HIM! At first, it seems he’s been dragged out of earth, and somehow, to the red planet (against his will) for one reason: to pilot the advanced Martron NP1 combat machine in order to fight against growing factions opposing Mars. But soon, Ten learns there’s far more at stake. The multi-verse itself is collapsing. Cosmic bodies are smashing into one another. CHAOS! With everything on the brink of destruction, Mars sees Ten as their wild card for victory to their planet. But survival is no guarantee. Advanced gear training is a nightmare. Brutal drills leave him battered and many times, bruised. Other recruits for the rescue of the multi-verse make him feel like a cosmic misfit. And the ultimate insult? The annoying kid, Rod Aokimoto, is there too. As tension rise, Ten discovers an even greater truth. He’s not just Mars’ gear soldier; he’s the last ANOMALY. Now, with the multi-verse on the verge of annihilation, Ten must rise above the chaos, master alien techs, and prove what it truly means to be a blessed (or cursed) human. TAGS: SCI-FI ADVENTURE | INTERGALACTIC & GALACTIC WARS | TECHS & MECHA BATTLES | HUMAN + MACHINE | COSMIC CHAOS

There’s a 1 an a 100,000,000 million to be gifted with what’s called a Pera D. Beings who defies the universe and bend it to their world and this is the story of one such group.

It was the 10th year of the Mizu Calendar. Humanity was walking towards its doom with the oceans swallowing up the terrestrial and tongue being the criminal organisations like the Yakuzas, funded by the business icons, putting common people's lives at stake. Kai a 17-year-old jolly young lad working as N-Hydra, a sailor-fighter group, founds something unprecedented, as his bloodline has something to do with all these.

Two hearts untouched, in silence lay, Met where tulips swayed in May. No love had brushed their lonely past, Yet fate had spun its web so fast. A blossom new, so soft, so bright, Unfolded in the golden light. Their souls once cold, now warm and free, Love bloomed where none had thought to be.

Long Sleep is a sci-fi, teen love story set in a world where nothing is as it seems. Akari awakens from a long, mysterious slumber, only to find herself in an unfamiliar reality. With no memory of how she arrived, she embarks on an adventure with Andy, a soldier with secrets of his own. Together, they uncover shocking truths and explore a connection that defies time and reason. Prepare for an exhilarating journey filled with twists, danger, and romance as they uncover the truth behind her lost years.

My name is Yuan, this is my story, thanks to everyone I met.

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 a creature without memories whose mission is to awaken a woman who neither ages nor rots, but who never wakes up

It was supposed to be another normal dnd session but in the next moment I felt my whole body pulled into the desktop and into the fantasy world. But not in the city my character was in but an uknown city geared with basic equipment and lost without nowhere to go, A wolf!? I crossed my arm to guard [rolling hit with advantage..{1,1} Fail the wolf missed his bite and stumbled on its feet, feeling threatened by your existence and immaculate way of you dodging it ran away in fear] Reading the floating bar I screamed internally "You have gotten to be kidding me!"

En las calles polvorientas y envueltas en la penumbra de Neo-Tokyo, donde la luz del sol apenas lograba filtrarse entre los escombros y los edificios en ruinas, un silencio inquietante se cernía sobre la ciudad. En este mundo post-apocalíptico, donde la supervivencia era un arte y el poder lo determinaba todo, se erguía un hombre singular, enmascarado y envuelto en sombras. Kaito Yukimura, conocido en los bajos fondos como el "Sombra del Desierto", caminaba con paso firme entre los callejones oscuros, su máscara de gas moderna ocultando su rostro y su saco blanco con negro ondeando detrás de él como un estandarte de misterio y elegancia en un mundo desolado. Su reputación precedía su presencia, sus movimientos eran silenciosos pero letales, y su presencia era un recordatorio constante de que, en este mundo de caos y desesperación, había aquellos que aún mantenían el control en las sombras. En esta noche particularmente oscura, Kaito se encontraba en una misión secreta, persiguiendo un rumor que flotaba en los susurros de los callejones. Un rumor de un artefacto perdido, un tesoro oculto en las profundidades de la ciudad, que prometía poder y riqueza para aquellos lo suficientemente valientes o desesperados como para buscarlo. Y así, con su destino entrelazado con los oscuros hilos de Neo-Tokyo, Kaito se adentró en las sombras una vez más, listo para enfrentar los peligros que acechaban en cada esquina y descubrir los secretos ocultos en los rincones más oscuros de la ciudad.

Chaque chapitre est une histoire différente, parfois du même monde, parfois rien à voir... Pour passer le temps et se laisser voyager dans d’innombrables histoires

In the dusty, gloom-shrouded streets of Neo-Tokyo, where sunlight barely managed to filter through the rubble and ruined buildings, an eerie silence hung over the city. In this post-apocalyptic world, where survival was an art and power determined everything, stood a singular man, masked and shrouded in shadows. Kaito Yukimura, known in the underworld as the "Shadow of the Desert," strode steadily through the dark alleys, his modern gas mask hiding his face and his black-and-white jacket billowing behind him like a banner of mystery and elegance in a desolate world. His reputation preceded his presence, his movements were silent but lethal, and his presence was a constant reminder that, in this world of chaos and despair, there were those who still maintained control in the shadows. On this particularly dark night, Kaito was on a secret mission, chasing a rumor that floated in the whispers of the alleys. A rumor of a lost artifact, a treasure hidden in the depths of the city, that promised power and wealth for those brave or desperate enough to seek it out. And so, with his fate entwined with the dark threads of Neo-Tokyo, Kaito stepped into the shadows once again, ready to face the dangers that lurked around every corner and uncover the secrets hidden in the darkest corners of the city.

I will try and upload 2 chapters every Friday : )

The Godness of Dreams hasn‘t slept for a few millenniums. Will she be able to furfill her most desired wish. Which is simple to be able to sleep to her own conditions.

In "Chronicles of the Voidbreaker: Rebirth of a Cultivator," follow the journey of Liang Chen, a young man who finds himself reincarnated into a mystical realm of cultivation after a tragic accident claims his life on Earth. Armed with the memories of his past life and a newfound determination, Liang Chen sets out to navigate the treacherous waters of the Terraflux Realm, a world divided into countless realms with their own unique challenges and dangers.As Liang Chen delves deeper into the mysteries of cultivation, he discovers an ancient artifact known as the Time Hourglass, which grants him the ability to manipulate time itself. With this newfound power, he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind his reincarnation and unlock the secrets of his true potential.Along the way, Liang Chen encounters friends and foes alike, each with their own ambitions and agendas. From the halls of prestigious cultivation academies to the heart of ancient ruins shrouded in mystery, he must face trials and tribulations that will test his strength, courage, and resolve.But as Liang Chen's powers grow, so too does the threat posed by dark forces that seek to plunge the world into chaos. With the fate of the realm hanging in the balance, Liang Chen must rise to the challenge and become the hero that the world needs, or risk losing everything he holds dear. . . . . . . (Note: As a novice author and high school student writing my first novel, I kindly ask readers to excuse any mistakes and shortcomings in the story. Your feedback and suggestions are greatly appreciated, and I welcome any comments you may have to help improve the narrative.)

Technology is starting to take over the world with their Drones, Bombs, Nukes, railguns, advanced medicine and much more. This causes the countries to fight over all of it. Result war The war went on for almost 10 years, before the countries finally decided that an Global isolation of countries would be best for them. The story is set in Japan, 12 years into isolation.

The world is a messed up place and I am living in it. The world is made up of power hungry greedy people who only care about themselves, so God gave them what they wanted POWER. 10% of the population was given abilities beyond their wildest dreams with me being the new God with the old man on break, and the chaos of high school how am I not gonna screw up, WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO MAKE AN AKWARD TEENAGER GOD!!!! (I did) Who was that?, never mind, do you wanna hear my story?

In the boundless expanse of the universe, where galaxies shimmer like scattered jewels and planets hold untold wonders, a dark tradition endures. Every seven years, under the blood-red light of a celestial omen, the Pool of Blood appears in the Tournament of Power. This is no ordinary contest. It is a brutal and unforgiving battle where planets send their four strongest guardians to fight for dominance. Victory secures power beyond imagination—the right to rule not just their own world but to bend neighboring planets to their will. Failure means disgrace... or death. For the guardians, the stakes are personal. They are more than warriors; they are protectors of their people, champions of their planet’s survival.

This is how they came to be , How they supported the world and how they safeguarded it against all evil that came to be… This is the tale of The founder, The absolute, The Wise God,Creator of everything … The First work of Dark Alistair. Hope you enjoy it.

"Sob o Sol de Tokyo" é um conto sobre encontros inesperados e como pequenos gestos podem transformar vidas. No Café Hanabira, Akira e Hana cruzam caminhos, revelando que mesmo em meio à correria da cidade, há espaço para conexões profundas e silenciosas. Uma história de sutileza, café e renascimento sob as flores de cerejeira.

Fujii Shu only ever wanted a simple life in Tokyo: working diligently to save money, studying hard to get into a top university, and eventually "evolving" into the ultimate Tokyo corporate worker after graduation. But fate had other plans, and trouble never stopped knocking at his door. … Convenience Store Manager: "Fujii-kun, you wouldn’t want to lose your job, would you?" Rebellious School Bully: "Damn it, Fujii! Hurry up and finish my homework!" Cheeky Stepsister: "Hey, loser brother, where’s your paycheck for this month? Hand it over already!" … Faced with the oppressive threats of these alluring yet wicked women, Fujii Shu clenched his fists in silence, his Honor Meter beneath the health bar instantly maxing out!

Out of nowhere monsters started to invade our planet, they destroyed everything on sight and conquered all. Species of all kinds roaming and slaughtering humans. Leo, talented from birth, is ready to face anything to protect his loved ones. Will humans keep their reign or will it be their extinction?