Churidar Stitching

Lyra Elryn wakes on a shattered moon with no memory of who she was—only haunting dreams, scattered names, and a voice that calls her by a different name: Saran the Red. Inside Veil Tower, a rehabilitation facility for Revenants—children rebuilt from broken lives—Lyra is told she’s safe. But the tower hums. The walls whisper. And memories that aren’t hers claw their way to the surface. Symbols appear beneath her hands. Blood appears without cause. What begins as a recovery becomes an unraveling. The more Lyra remembers, the more she questions: Was she a soldier? A ghost? Or something worse? In a world stitched together by memory and scar, Lyra must face the remnants of who she once was—before the person within her wakes for good.

"What’s the point of love when all it does is break you?" I’ve asked myself this a thousand times. I’ve been carved open by betrayal, hollowed out by empty promises, and left to stitch myself back together—only to be torn apart again. Love isn’t beautiful. It’s a wound that never fully heals, a scar that throbs when you least expect it. So I shut the door. Swore I’d never let it in again. No more whispered lies in the dark. I was free. But the universe doesn’t care about declarations. Just when I thought I’d outsmarted the pain, it found me anyway—not in the way I expected, but worse. So much worse. And now, drowning in a grief I never saw coming, I have to ask myself one last time: Was love ever the enemy? Or was it the only thing that could have saved me? —— After a devastating heartbreak and a near-fatal accident, Eleanor’s life takes an unexpected turn when she begins experiencing unnatural abilities—things no ordinary human should be capable of. Then she meets the enigmatic CEOs of Vexxons, a powerful tech empire, and feels an inexplicable pull toward them, followed by soft voice whispering in her mind. When the Vexxon triplets—the tycoons to the most advanced tech firm in the world—cross paths with Eleanor, their inner wolves recognize her. She is their destined mate. But Eleanor is human… or so they thought. Now, torn between her painful past and a dangerous, supernatural future, and a prophecy, Eleanor must navigate a world of power, secrets, and primal instincts. Can she embrace her true nature and heal from the betrayals that once broke her? Or will the shadows of her old life destroy her before the triplets can claim what is theirs? Fate has chosen her. But will she choose them back?

They killed him. His own father. A Duke. A traitor. All because he awakened to an X-Rank bloodline a power so forbidden, the gods themselves fear it. But death didn’t stick. William Toren is no more. Reborn as Tamiel Vale, the chimera vessel of seven dead gods the Sins the boy who once wept now burns with silent hatred and divine fury. His soul is stitched together by pain, betrayal, and the rotting flesh of gods long erased by the divine “Order.” Dragged into a mad god's game, whipped until his skin flayed, thrown through realms, Tamiel emerges reborn in blood and void. His mere breath kills. His body a weapon. His mind, hollow. And he wants revenge. Against his father. Against the gods. Against the entire Order. The forest dies around him. Creatures rot just by getting close. He tears through beasts with bare fists, dragging bodies, smashing bones, watching them crawl before crushing them again. He doesn’t kill for justice he kills to feel. And when he’s done? He wants more. This isn’t a story of hope or redemption. This is wrath incarnate. A chimera forged from divine corpses. A predator with a god-killing bloodline. The Order thought it erased the threat. They created a nightmare instead. He doesn’t want to survive. He wants the world to burn screaming his name. Tamiel Vale isn’t the hero. He’s the punishment. Blood. Gods. Hate. Let the body count begin.

Before the first star was named Before death learned its purpose A scream shattered the heavens and echoed across broken timelines From that scream, a boy was born Not from love Not from fate But from the ruin of everything He awakens in a world stitched together from the ashes of dead realities A place where memory is currency Where gods are hunted like vermin Where time does not flow — it bleeds He has no name No past But he carries the Endborn Flame — a power cursed by gods and feared by eternity itself His path is not to save the world It is to end the cycle that enslaved it This is not a hero’s journey It is the last song of a forgotten myth The rise of a soul meant to burn fate itself

On the morning of her wedding, Lady Seraphine Vaelis stands before the court in a gown of ivory silk, her hands steady despite the poison vials hidden in her sleeves. She has spent her life preparing for this moment, not as a blushing bride, but as a noblewoman raised on the art of subtle vengeance. Yet nothing could prepare her for the sight of her sister’s handkerchief, stained with Prince Tristan’s crest, fluttering to the marble floor at her feet. The betrayal is public. Brutal. Tristan doesn’t just reject her, he brands her a traitor, his smile sharp as the dagger he once gifted her. The guards drag her away as the court watches, her sister’s laughter following her into the dungeons. That night, a stranger emerges from the shadows of her cell. Prince Kaelan Dain, the exiled heir of the Thorn Court, offers her a choice: "Die a traitor, or live long enough to watch them burn." Seraphine chooses fire. Disguised as Kaelan’s bride, Seraphine enters the Thorn Court, a gilded nightmare of stitched lips and black roses. The courtiers smile with pearl-white teeth, their eyes hollow. The queen’s advisors never speak, their mouths sewn shut with silver thread. And Kaelan? He wears gloves at all times, hiding scars that glow like dying embers. Seraphine learns the hard way that the crown is no mere ornament, it’s a living thing, a parasitic horror that has consumed generations of royal heirs. It whispers. It hungers. And it has chosen her as its next vessel. But the crown isn’t the only monster in the court. Queen Lysara, who treats people like embroidery, something to stitch into pretty patterns or cut away when they fray. The Silent Blades, assassins with too many teeth and shadows that don’t move right. The First Daughter, a failed heir locked in the catacombs, her stretched face a grotesque mirror of Seraphine’s own. And Kaelan? He’s hiding something. Something that makes his hands shake when he thinks she isn’t looking. The deeper Seraphine digs, the uglier the truth becomes. Her engagement to Tristan was never about politics. She was bred for this, raised to be the perfect vessel for the crown. Kaelan isn’t just an exile. He’s the crown’s last surviving heir, fighting its influence day by day. The Thorn Court isn’t a kingdom. It’s a feeding ground. When the queen forces Seraphine to witness an "ascension" a living prince transformed into a hollow-eyed puppet, she realizes the crown doesn’t just want her body. It wants her rage. And her winnings. Seraphine’s skin cracks with emerald veins as the crown’s whispers grow louder. Tristan’s head on a spike, Kaelan kneeling at her feet, the kingdom hers for the taking. The only thing keeping her grounded? Kaelan’s scars, the ones that match hers. The garden’s heart holds the crown’s lifeblood, a pool of liquid darkness. To kill the crown, Seraphine must corrupt its source. But the cost? Becoming part of it. She plunges Pip’s dagger into the black water… and lets the void take shape. The Thorn Court collapses in on itself, its gilded halls now tombs. Seraphine emerges changed, her eyes flecked with black, her touch freezing. The crown is gone, but something lingers beneath her skin. Kaelan’s scars still glow. The roots run deeper than they thought. And in the ruins, something stirs… This isn’t a story about good versus evil. it is about what happens when the knife you wield against monsters start to feel like part your hand. And what will you sacrifice to keep it there.

Sixteen-year-old Lila always felt like the world was hiding something. When a glowing shard pulls her through a tear in reality, she finds herself trapped between broken worlds—machines stitched into cities, reflections that move on their own, and fragments of something vast and grieving. As her mother Clara searches desperately across the seams of shattered realities, Lila must navigate landscapes of ash, echo, and memory. The shards are calling to her. And they’re not just keys—they’re alive. Every choice binds them tighter to a system that’s collapsing. To escape, Lila must face the versions of herself scattered across dimensions—and decide what she's willing to sacrifice to return home.

She was his only light in this shattered world. until she sold him into the darkness Bullied.Betrayed.Brutalized. he was he quite boy no one cared about-until the girl he trusted more than life itself led him straight into hell. but monsters don't die. They evolve. and she? she's living her best life.loved.respected.engaged.not for long. this is not just revenge. this is the retribution stitched into every nightmare she'll ever have. "i loved you once," he whispers. "now, i'll be the reason you forget how to dream"

She served him coffee. He gave her chaos. What neither expected was love. Lana Monroe has built her life around routine, resilience, and the cozy charm of her café. Owning a small coffee shop was never the grandest dream, but it was hers and it was safe. That is, until Caleb Stone walks in one rainy night with his intoxicating smile, mysterious eyes, and a taste for triple hazelnut mochas. A powerful businessman with secrets stitched into every crisp suit, Caleb isn't the kind of customer who blends into the background. As his nightly visits turn from coincidence to ritual, Lana finds herself drawn into a slow-brewing connection she never saw coming. But when walls begin to fall, so do truths and one impulsive night leads to a consequence neither of them can ignore. Now pregnant with a man she barely knows, Lana must navigate the delicate path between independence and vulnerability. And Caleb, caught between the world he's built and the woman who's unraveling it, must decide: is love something you choose… or something you risk everything for? In a world of spilled coffee, shattered expectations, and unexpected tenderness, KILL ME, LOVE ME is a slow-burn romance full of raw emotion, emotional growth, stolen glances, and the complicated beauty of choosing love in the most uncertain circumstances.

In the rain-soaked alleys of Jinjiang, a boy with nothing but a worn tennis ball dreams of becoming China’s greatest footballer. The girl who holds his dream together? She’s always two steps ahead – and he’s only just realizing he can’t win without her. Sixteen-year-old Lin Kai fights for more than goals. Every drop of sweat on Phoenix District’s cracked concrete pitches is a battle against poverty, his father’s disappointment, and the ruthless Jinjiang United Youth Academy. His genius is raw. His temper? Volatile. His only compass: soft-spoken strategist Su Yuelin, his childhood shadow turned indispensable confidante. While Kai trains until his legs buckle, Yuelin deciphers tactics on her tablet, quietly stitching his ambitions into reality. But the path to glory is littered with traps: Elite rivals with money and connections Family sacrifices threatening to derail his scholarship A once-in-a-generation talent that could shatter under pressure The girl he trusts with his life… but not his heart As Kai’s lethal passes ignite stadiums, their friend group anchors him: Xu Bo, the loyal mechanic’s son, who mends more than bikes Li Xia, the fiery artist whose banners paint their dreams in gold (Spoiler: These two are dating – and their chaotic romance is the comic relief Kai desperately needs.) From muddy district tournaments to the gleaming pressure-cooker of the Imperial Super League, Kai must evolve from street prodigy to national icon. But when injuries strike and scandals erupt, one truth becomes undeniable: Yuelin’s quiet strength is the secret weapon behind his rising dragon. Can a boy forged in Phoenix District’s grit conquer Chinese football’s throne? And when the world demands everything… will the girl who charted his path remain at his side? 1000+ chapters of: High-stakes football action (dribbles! screamers! devastating tackles!) Slow-burn romance (childhood friends to heart-wrenching tension) Found family warmth in a ruthless sports world Authentic Chinese football culture (fictional leagues, real passion) Emotional gut-punches & triumphant comebacks Begin Lin Kai’s epic journey from concrete to glory – where every goal is a promise kept, and love is the ultimate assist.

Yu Chen once lived a peaceful life in a small house, cared for by loving parents—his father, a loyal soldier of the Empire, and his mother, a gentle and beautiful woman who held their family together. But peace is fragile. During a brutal war, Yu Chen’s father lost his life on the battlefield. With no one to protect her, his mother died shortly after childbirth, leaving Yu Chen behind… and a newborn baby brother in his arms. At just 15, Yu Chen became both brother and guardian. He left school, carrying his infant sibling through the cold streets of the empire—only to be thrown out of their home by greedy imperial soldiers. Homeless and helpless, he wandered the city for hours until he found shelter in an abandoned, dirty house. There, life became a test of will. Working for 30 coins a day, Yu Chen fought to survive. Every copper counted. He fed his brother, endured hunger himself, and stitched their broken days together with raw determination. And then… the Coin System awakened. A mysterious power that allowed him to earn and spend coins not just on food—but on skills, weapons, cultivation techniques, and more. But it came with rules. Limits. Risks. It wasn't a gift. It was a challenge. As he grows stronger, mastering pain and power alike, Yu Chen finds unexpected warmth and guidance from Mai Lin—a breathtaking, intelligent woman with her own tragic past. What begins as survival slowly becomes something more: love, ambition, and a dream of rising beyond the chains of fate. Beside him stands his younger brother Mu Chen, no longer an ordinary child—but the reincarnation of a powerful Emperor Realm cultivator from the mysterious Xulan World, a man who once died protecting the woman he loved. Now reborn into a cruel world, the two brothers walk different paths—but their goal is the same: To rise. To reclaim. To take back everything stolen from them. Thrown out as trash by the Empire, the world will soon learn… Legends aren’t born. They’re forged.

Thank you all so much for giving my story so much love! I started this fanfic with just a dream in my heart, and now seeing it reach 15k views feels surreal. Every read, every comment, and every little bit of support means the world to me. To SEVENTEEN and all the Carats who inspired this journey—thank you for being my light. Let’s continue this story together till the very last page. Say the name… SEVENTEEN! — With love, byeonchen Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the K-pop group SEVENTEEN. The real names and personalities of SEVENTEEN members are used fictionally with the utmost respect and love. This story is purely fictional and is not meant to represent the real individuals. I do not own SEVENTEEN or their likeness. No profit is being made from this story. Two ordinary girls. One extraordinary group. A shared dream that brings them to SEVENTEEN’s world—where friendship blossoms, love quietly takes root, and the line between idol and heart becomes beautifully blurred. Nian and Xuanye never imagined they’d end up living under the same roof as the 13 boys who changed their lives through music. What begins as awe and awkward encounters soon turns into laughter, late-night talks, and memories stitched with music, vulnerability, and love. But the world of idols isn’t easy—and falling in love with one might just be the hardest lesson of all. A fanfic filled with slow-burn romance, emotional bonds, healing moments, and the power of believing in yourself when your heart whispers, “This is real.”

"It’s a blood-soaked second chance filled with secrets, survival, and betrayal. But this time, I’m not the prey, because I’m the Grim Reaper dressed as a player." Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do.

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

Some truths kill. Others recruit you. In Greymark—a city stitched together by secrets and surveillance—three students stumble onto a murder case too clean to be real. Max, Grace, and Ben weren’t meant to become investigators. But when their instincts outpace the authorities, and their findings unravel the edges of a deeper conspiracy, they’re offered something unthinkable: a place within the system they once questioned. Now officially tied to Greymark’s investigation division, they chase unsolved cases, digital ghosts, and masked motives in a world where justice is tangled in power—and sometimes, in things not entirely human. With every file cracked and every secret exposed, the city changes them. And someone in the shadows is watching... waiting... shaping them for something more. Because beneath the logic, the evidence, and the lies—something is stirring. And it's chosen them.

Synopsis Beneath the neon haze and rotting bones of a city choking on its own secrets, a myth hunts in the dark. She is called The Black Raven — part urban legend, part nightmare — feathers for shadows, talons for mercy. But behind the mask, she is Selene Arlen: a broken daughter, a night-shift morgue tech, a woman balancing grief, rage, and the fragile lies she tells to stay human. When her father was murdered by the hidden criminal empire called The Flock, Selene buried her name alongside him and stitched wings from vengeance and steel. By day, she scrubs blood from cold slabs and jokes with friends she cannot truly keep. By night, she glides across rooftops, carving corruption from the city’s veins — one predator at a time. But justice never comes clean. A sadistic serial killer — The Surgeon — slices the city open for his own twisted cure, forcing The Raven to step from the shadows and into a war she can’t fight alone. Her victories draw new monsters: the elusive King Crow, the mastermind of The Flock, who weaves traps that turn her own mask into bait. On her trail stalks Detective Ward, a weary cop who hates vigilantes as much as he hates what they reveal about a broken justice system he can’t fix. As Selene’s secrets bleed into her waking life, she risks losing the fragile pieces that keep her human — her loyal but nosy coworker Jess, her unraveling romance with Evan, and the only man who knows her true face: Micah Torres, the sarcastic tech ghost who arms her wings but cannot mend her wounds. Each hunt costs her more. Each rescue fails to heal the city’s rot. And as The Flock sharpens its claws in the dark, The Raven must choose — how many feathers must she shed before she’s just another monster with blood on her hands? --- The Black Raven: Book One is a brutal, neon-drenched vigilante thriller about grief, masks, and the thin line between savior and executioner — where the only thing sharper than her blades is the truth she fears will destroy her.

When Lucian Bowcott goes out drinking with friends, he dies after a single sip. He awakens in Atreaum, summoned by the Half-Dead Queen to serve as her court mortician. But there’s a problem: death no longer exists in this world. Lucian expects embalming fluid and corpses—not a palace where time is frozen and memory is outlawed. But when he rings a forbidden bell in the city of Staesis, the illusion shatters—and something older than ghosts begins to stir. Now hunted by the very Queen who summoned him, shadowed by a stitched girl born of grief, and stalked by a spymaster who trades in secrets and souls, Lucian must uncover the truth behind Atreaum’s forgotten dead—before he joins them.

AFTER MARRIAGE Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a contract. Sita is calm, reserved, and orderly — the kind of person who finds solace in silence. Vedehi is chaos wrapped in charm — loud, lively, and allergic to stillness. They have nothing in common… except heartbreak, family pressure, and a desperate need to escape. When both women land in England hoping to find love, all they find is disappointment — and each other. One impulsive proposal later, they're bound by a two-year contract marriage: no love, no drama, just a fake relationship to get their families off their backs. But fate has other plans. Sita is still searching for a woman from her past — someone who once held her heart. Vedehi, in helping her find that lost love, quietly falls for the very person she's supposed to be pretending with. Just when feelings start to blur and the contract begins to crumble, tragedy strikes. A sudden accident leaves Sita with no memory — not of the contract, not of the marriage, not even of Vedehi. Now Vedehi is left holding onto a love that only she remembers… And a wife who no longer knows her. Will Sita ever recall what they had? Will Vedehi’s love be enough to rebuild what fate tore apart? Or will their story remain a forgotten promise, lost between silence and memory? "After Marriage" is a breathtaking sapphic romance of opposites, survival, heartbreak, and healing. It’s about falling in love with someone who forgot you — and choosing them, even when they can't choose you back. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable love stories… Are the ones that begin after marriage. Dear Reader, “After Marriage” is more than just a love story — it’s a journey through silence, chaos, heartbreak, and healing. I promise you a story that will make you laugh when you least expect it and cry when you don’t want to. I promise you characters who are beautifully flawed, frustratingly human, and deeply real. I promise tension, misunderstandings, soft moments, and fierce ones — all stitched together with raw emotion and quiet hope. This isn’t a perfect romance. This is about two women who learn that love doesn’t always arrive the way we imagine — sometimes it comes late, sometimes through pain, and sometimes… disguised as a contract. But when it finally finds them, it stays. So, as you turn each page, I hope you feel every heartbeat, every fight, every smile, and every scar. And above all, I promise — by the end of this story, you’ll believe that real love… never truly forgets. With all my heart, — The Author

When the moon calls, will she rise—or burn? They expected her to shift. They didn’t expect the darkness to shift with her. Seventeen and still without her wolf, Yvaine Theolux arrives at Moonfire Academy—where bloodlines matter, power decides fate, and secrets are stitched into the walls. But the moment she crosses the threshold, a long-dormant darkness begins to stir. Shadows lengthen. Prophecies awaken. And all eyes turn to the girl with no shift… but too many questions. Whispers say she brought the darkness. Some believe she is the darkness. "When the moon bleeds and fire howls beneath the silver light, the Dragon Wolf shall rise. One howl shall save us. One roar shall end it all."

In a shattered world stitched together by fragile maps and broken memory, only Cartographers can define reality. After the cataclysmic Inkfracture, the Earth fragmented into Shards—disconnected pieces of geography drifting through uncertainty, held together by ancient glyphs and living maps. To navigate, survive, or even exist, every village, forest, and soul must be anchored by Ink—sentient, powerful, and dangerously hungry. Elian Vale, an unbound Cartographer haunted by a past he no longer remembers, discovers his home is vanishing—not destroyed, but erased. When a forbidden glyph pulls him into an unmapped white void, Elian emerges with a horrifying truth: someone is initiating a Remapping, a process that can overwrite entire Shards… and rewrite reality itself. Now hunted by Ink Reapers, betrayed by false cartography, and armed only with a Codex that steals his memories in exchange for power, Elian must journey to the mysterious Spindle, where a mythic entity—the Cartographer of Ash—has awakened. But the deeper he delves, the more he questions what’s real, what’s rewritten, and whether maps were ever meant to guide… or to cage. > What would you sacrifice to redraw the world?

Whispers of Hope : The cost is Blood A home for the forgotten. That’s what Everhope St Orphanage was for me—and for Jay and Milo, it was our world. A world stitched together with whispered promises under moonlit bedsheets, daring plans to sneak out through windows, and dreams of a family that might one day choose us. We had no one else but each other, and for a long time, that was enough. But the thing about second chances... is that they always come with a price. And everything changed when she arrived. On 24th August 2025, something terrible—something unnatural—happened. The entire orphanage was engulfed in flames. Fire crawled up the walls of Everhope, devouring wood, memory, and flesh. Screams echoed through the halls—panicked and broken, some already fading into silence. Around me, small bodies lay twisted and still. Eyes wide open. Staring. Staring at me. And in the center of the burning hall, beneath the crumbling chandelier and fractured ceiling, Ophelia knelt in silence. Blood flowed from her eyes like tears. Her lips moved—whispering something. Something not meant for the living. Something had been awakened. Something was no longer hiding. And as everything collapsed around me, I understood: The nightmare hadn’t begun with the fire. This was only the end… Of something much older, much darker.

What if your nightmares weren’t just dreams—but doorways? Ethan Valen was an ordinary student—until the night his sister vanished without a trace. No signs. No witnesses. Only one thing left behind: her cryptic sketches of impossible places, spirals, and creatures that defy logic. When Ethan awakens a strange power within himself—threads that twist thought into reality—he discovers the Dreamrift, a hidden world stitched into the seams of our own. A realm of forgotten memories, nightmare entities, and ancient secrets where reality and dreams bleed into one another. Haunted by guilt, hunted by twisted dreamspawn, and marked by a figure known only as Lucien, Ethan is forced to walk a spiraling path into deeper and more dangerous layers of the Rift. Guided by a broken mentor and a reluctant guardian, Ethan must master his evolving powers—constructs born of emotion, memory, and will—to survive the trials ahead. But the deeper he delves, the more he uncovers a devastating truth: his sister may still be alive, her soul bound to the very spiral threatening to devour all of existence. And the Dreamrift is watching.

She was cast aside by the world, but stitched herself a new one — thread by thread. When Nora White wakes up in the body of a disgraced heiress and discovers she’s four months pregnant, she wants nothing more than to disappear. Abandoned by her family, shamed by scandal, and pregnant with a stranger’s child, she leaves behind the ruthless city for the peace of a forgotten countryside. But fate isn’t finished with her.

What happens when you try to quit life— and the universe sends you to the Mahabharata instead? Meher Shekhawat wanted one thing: an end. No more waiting, no more crying into cracked phone screens, no more scrolling through life like an unfinished chat. But life (or something like it) had other ideas. Now, thanks to a karmic glitch, Meher wakes up in a world stitched out of epic wars, ancient grudges, blindfolded queens, and a whole lot of dharma she never signed up for. Oh, and there’s a system. Because apparently, you don’t just get to leave your life behind—you have to fix someone else's first. Mahabharata isn’t a story anymore. It’s her questline. Her tasks? Unravel old wounds. Stop unnecessary wars. Figure out who the hell she is when she’s not trying to disappear. And maybe—just maybe—find out if mercy is something you can give yourself

In a future where reality is stitched together by unstable dimensions and ancient codes, Kael Riven is a broken warrior haunted by a past he can't remember—and a future he fears. Branded as a failed Reclaimer, Kael is assigned to purify corrupted Gate fragments left behind by dead kings and forgotten gods. But when a mission goes wrong, he awakens a power long sealed beneath his skin: the Seed—a sentient, living force tied to humanity’s original fall. As Kael collects fragments of the Seed, his strength grows—and so does the voice in his mind. It belongs to a mysterious girl in red, a ghost who claims to be more than just memory. Each fragment awakens visions of a life he never lived: a throne, a war, and the truth that he may not be a man at all… but the very King who shattered the world long ago. When the forbidden Gate XIII begins to stir from within him, Kael must travel beyond known space to confront his past self—while resisting the pull of a throne that remembers everything he tried to forget. Teamed with Yanis Drae, a sharp-tongued warrior with secrets of her own, Kael must navigate collapsing realms, corrupted Seedborn, and the emergence of factions who believe Kael's return means the end of all timelines. But the greatest enemy lies inside. Because Kael didn't just carry the Seed… He created it.

The world is stitched together by ancient, living forces - luminescent strands known as Threads. Invisible to most, these ethereal filaments bind memory, power, time, and soul. Only a rare few, known as Threadbearers, can perceive and wield them. But the Threads do not merely grant power - they remember, they whisper, and sometimes... they choose. Cael Solari is a drifting orphan raised among the forgotten, scraping survival from a dying land. But when he touches a silver thread in the heart of the Wastes, he is awakened - not only to the power woven through the world, but to the burden that comes with it. Now marked by something older than gods, Cael begins a journey to understand the Threads, and the fragments of history they carry in every strand. But he is not alone. Alaryn Vei - an enigmatic girl who commands flame like music - walks the same path, not as a companion, but as a rival. Her power burns brighter than Cael's, her purpose clearer. And as their threads tangle again and again across the ruinous continent, it becomes clear that one of them will forge the future - and the other may have to fall. As Cael travels through the fractured remnants of fallen kingdoms, he uncovers lost civilizations, meets other Threadbearers - each twisted by their own understanding of power - and slowly learns that the Threads are not tools, but witnesses of something far greater. Something returning. Thread by thread, Cael pieces together the truth behind the Threadfall war, the Forge-born, and the coming unraveling of reality itself. With 100 unique characters - each bearing their own mindset, history, and connection to the Threads - this is not just a tale of magic and might. It's the chronicle of a world fighting to remember what it was... and one boy trying not to lose himself in what it's becoming. In the end, Cael must answer a single, shattering question: Do the Threads serve those who wield them... or do they simply bind the strongest until they break?

To Be Loved By Death A love story between a mortal boy and the end of all things. The day Elira dies, her ten-year-old son, Damian, sees Death for the first time. Not a shadow. Not a story. A woman with moonstone skin and half-silver hair, watching his mother’s final breath. And she sees him too. Drawn by something she cannot name, Death reaches for the boy. But when Damian touches her hand, something ancient fractures—something fate once sealed. From that moment on, Damian is no longer just a grieving child. He is a thread spun wrong. A name the Fates dare not speak aloud. The one soul Death cannot bring herself to take. As Damian grows, so does the bond between them—twisting through dreams, grief, and the quiet places between life and afterlife. But the gods are watching. And not all are pleased. For Death has always walked alone—courted by immortals, untouched by love. Now, they whisper of a mortal boy destined to claim her heart. Damian is hunted. Not for who he is—but for who he dares to love. In a world where the divine war for power and fate is stitched with silence, To Be Loved By Death is a darkly lyrical romantasy about the terror of destiny, the tenderness of grief, and the boy who defied oblivion… for love.

--Some mirrors don’t reflect you. They remember you.-- When museum intern Clara Sommers is assigned to catalog a 16th-century relic known as the Bathory Mirror, she expects folklore—not a mirror that refuses to show her reflection. Thirteen years after first encountering it as a child, the mirror doesn't just stare back—it opens. Inside lies the Mirror Aeon, a realm stitched together by memory and myth, haunted by seven versions of Clara splintered across time. To escape, she must find and reclaim each piece of herself. But some versions don’t want to be saved. And one of them might not be her.

Stories are supposed to obey rules. Seyra Ugochi broke them the moment she remembered her real name. Born inside a reality stitched by the Spiral Loom—a device that writes existence through belief—Seyra awakens to a terrifying truth: she was never meant to know she was fictional. Now hunted by forces that maintain narrative stability, she must navigate collapsing plotlines, forgotten realms, and sentient stories that refuse to stay dead. Alongside Inkari, a Loomwright sworn to balance chaos, and Kael, a betrayer bound to an unsent letter with teeth, Seyra journeys through a world where attention is survival, and memory is the sharpest weapon. But when the Loom begins dreaming of Laien—the woman erased by betrayal and silence—Seyra must decide: Will the past be rewritten? Or will the unwritten become real? What if a story remembered itself?

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

Raka Wright had just turned 18, it was supposed to be a joyous day. Filled with joy and laughter, instead, the sky split into two. They called it The Merger. That day, a second sun bled through the clouds and stitched the fantasy realm of Arche to Earth. Skyscrapers swallowed by mountains, coastlines vanished in fire, and entire countries burned to ashes. A silver-tongued deity dangled salvation before Raka’s family, then dropped them to their deaths. Where other survivors stretched trembling hands toward divinity, Raka met the gods’ gaze and did not flinch. “If heaven will not mourn with me, let it tremble before me.” Somewhere in the shattered world, time holds its breath around a sleeper wrapped in humming light—an unfinished weapon awaiting its cue. Behold the one forged in the fires of the end of the world, destined to kindle the first light of its rebirth. Things to expect: - Magic mixed with technology - Weak to strong, gets a boost in the beginning but its a hard climb from there. - Slow pacing, like pretty slow - Post Apocalyptic-ish - Action scenes that make sense - God vs Mortal and rewriting fate themes Note: SLOW PACED STORYTELLING! *********** I will also be posting on RoyalRoad . com u der the same name. https: //www . royalroad . com /profile/707226/ fictions **********