Ebony Maw

Is it wrong to kill to survive in this accursed world? This question plagued Xavier's mind, along with the nightmares, as he spent the rest of his days in prison. Which didn't seem long. In a ruined world where only the rich have what could be called lives, while everyone else clings to survival as their instincts demand. Xavier spent his days like all other prisoners, being used as an industrial slave, forced to fuel the destruction of his world and make the rich richer. That is until, the Ashari came, a race of Extraterrestrials with technology that far surpasses that of humans, arrived in their time of desperate need. Now, Xavier and other prisoners of Gensin Capital Prison are forced into a new hell, where they must fight against monsters for their survival. But the question still lingers, who are the most dangerous monsters? The monsters of the Deceitful Maw who seek to kill and devour them with every fibre of their being? Or their fellow humans who wishes nothing more than to exploit them in every way possible? Find out as you follow Xavier's story ***************************************** Hey guys, I have finished creating a, somewhat,decent discord channel for my novels. You can join the channel using this link: https://discord.gg/yJ9PJ7XSYn

Blurb: He was once mindless trash. Vermin. An Imp. No name, no purpose. No future. He was supposed to die in the Maw like the rest. Mindless, crawling meat for something stronger to chew on. But something broke. A spark buried itself inside him... something ancient, older than Hell itself. Now he can see. He can think. He can Evolve. Hell doesn't know it yet, but the bottom just stood up. And he's hungry. Synopsis: The lowest demon in Hell. An imp without thought, spawned from filth, born for slaughter. Then he devoured a glitched system shard, something that shouldn’t exist in Hell. It gave him thought. It gave him power. It gave him the chance to evolve. Crawling through a realm of endless death and rot, he forced open a path to Earth. But in the year 2125, Earth isn’t what it once was. A hundred years ago, the Convergence shattered reality. Dimensions merged and the Dungeons fell. Civilization ended. Now, after a century of struggle, the Five Kings rule what's left, each carving out their own empires with overwhelming power. Like the Beast Taming King, who controls what was once Africa. His lands teem with monsters. Users flock to farm his dungeons, capturing beasts, gather rare materials...if they can survive, and don't forget to pay tribute. Or the Undead King, who holds what was once Europe and Russia in an iron grip. Endless legions of the dead serve him, his people loyal and fanatical. Behind an iron mask, he enforces absolute authority. A tyrant, loved by his people, living or dead. Everywhere, system users chase their own power. Shards grant anything from petty stats to world-shaking destinies. Everyone sees themselves as the hero, the protagonist of their own story. All of this is maintained and guided through the Network, a system-spanning infrastructure no human can escape. It ranks, registers, and controls. But not everywhere. Beyond the king's territories lie the Freelands, lawless zones they can’t or won’t hold. Here, gangs and corporations carve up ground while dimensional rifts swallow entire city blocks, wild dungeons drop without warning, and violence is the only law. He shouldn’t even exist in the Network. He’s not human. But his shard is corrupted...tainted. He slips through its firewalls, unregistered, unranked and free. Consuming the life and identity of Wohan Seo-jin, a system user and gang boss on the drowned coast of what was once Korea, he takes everything: his face, his memories, his men. Now he owns a foothold in the human world. And he plans to keep it. Survival isn’t enough. There is too much to want, too much to take for his own. System users, demons, dimensional races, even gods, he’ll push past every limit, evolve beyond every threat, and claim everything he desires...no matter the cost. #Litrpg #DarkFantasy #Grimdark #ProgressionFantasy #Post-apocalyptic

"A Blood Oath. A Forbidden Love. A War Written in Blood." Aisha never asked to be special—but fate doesn’t care. Marked by a cursed bloodline, she’s the key to an ancient prophecy: resurrect the Demon King… or destroy him forever. Now, three men—each bound to her by destiny, desire, or damnation—will fight to claim her: #Sanathiel, the White Wolf – His love is a vow etched in fang and fury. "We live and die together." But is his obsession salvation… or a cage? #Varek, the First Betrayal – Her former love, now corrupted. He’ll carve the world apart to control her power—even if it means bleeding her dry. #Rasen, the Broken Refuge – Possessed by the demon Sariel, he’s a weapon waiting to ignite. Only Aisha’s touch can save him… or unleash hell. Trapped? Not anymore. When Solomon, the Ebony Wolf, drags her into his brutal world, Aisha learns the terrifying truth: she’s not human. She’s pure Nevri—a living spark to awaken monsters or be devoured by them. As the Crimson Moon rises, Aisha must choose: Surrender to Sanathiel’s love and risk unleashing the Demon King’s wrath. Break the curse—even if it means slaughtering everyone she loves. But some vows can’t be undone. Some blood demands sacrifice. And her choice will rewrite eternity.

Full Title, AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic, Who Walked through Reincarnation for Two-Trillion Years Volumes 1-3 Synopsis: “Who?” Holding a lone gourd in hand the young man raises it to the Heavens with a single question. “Who wishes to accompany me? To stay by my side for an eternity, and to walk through the mountains, and seas?” May container spoilers below Volume 4 Synopsis: Weapon spirits, such is the nature of every single Sinner within the Leng Bing Realm. In other words, all of them are but tools, and a tool… “A tool has no right to choose their owner, and what a tool does is decided by their owner.” “…Cruel, how very cruel the laws of this world are. Even upon death, a soul may not rest.” Volume 5 Synopsis: “Surnamed Ye, if you had a choice between being a hero or a demon lord, which would you choose? Naturally, you can also choose to be a villager A or B if you wanted to.” “What kind of question is that? Hmm.” Contemplating for a bit, Ye Chen answers— “I guess, the hero? Since he always wins in the end?” “Hero, is it?” “And you, surnamed Long?” “I think, the role of the hero—is a role that should only be played by a masochist.” “The hell? Is this entire question supposed to be a way to diss me?” “The fate of a hero is to suffer. They’re constantly being pushed left and right. …While everyone else drowns in a sea of despair, a hero must stand their ground, and step forward—to guide the deadbeats along. They must become the shining beacon of hope that others may follow—towards a future, where they may survive. Tell me then, if a hero isn’t a masochist, then what are they?” The world is a game board, those who control the game board, and the game itself… What are they? Volume 6 Synopsis: “A lunatic near death has three options. One, they can choose to pass away peacefully. Two, they can choose to spend the rest of their remaining life to find a solution that will let them live. Three, they can drag an entire world down as a part of their burial.” ……… “The longer you live for, and the more you experience, the less you care about the things around you. Maybe, I’m just someone who has reached that point?” ……… “You’re right in saying that even if this world goes up into flames, I’d still be drinking away at my leisure. Why bother to care for a world that is completely foreign to me? The people who I had cared for, they aren’t here; hence, I see very little purpose in getting myself invested into this environment.” ……… The 46th prince of the Hong Xiao Empire was born between the emperor and the 114th concubine. He was born on a moonlit night, and yet, since his eyes were blind, his majesty—the emperor decided to name him Bujian Yue. “Did you know—that the more fearful a prey is, the tastier it is? At least to me, since I enjoy chewing on my food to savor the flavor.” “…?” Enlarging its stature, the black serpent abruptly snaps its head forward, and swallows the palace maid whole. Leaving a bite mark on the ground, the black serpent begins to chew, as the sound of meat and bones being pulverized comes from its maw. And eventually, the black serpent swallows.

There is an urban legend passing the mouths of the common slaves in the arid dunes of Sa'Zhar. They say that deep within the desert, within the guts of a colossus of ebony the strongest clan to ever exist in Tamaria, the Lenbirds, chose to make into their home. Their usage of Prana was strange and many started to think that they saw the world as being alive, communing with it, borrowing power from it. On that fateful day, Renoir Lenbird made his first steps into adulthood by inheriting the title of king from his father in a fatal duel. The one thing nobody accounted for was that Renoir never intended on leading the Lenbirds in the first place!

If you’ve enjoyed the journey of Tale of Heroes so far, a short review would mean a lot, try helping me with power stones and collections it helps other readers find this story too!” In a world where superhumans walk among us, an Organization was made to govern and control the superhumans, creating heroes to protect the civilians with no abilities. The Hero Association stands as humanity's last defense. When chaos strikes Ultra City, nine young heroes—each with unique powers, dark pasts, and unbreakable wills—are brought together to form an elite unit: the Hero Squad. The story follows nine young men led by the skilled archer Vilex and powered by a bond forged in fire, ice, lightning, and loss, the team must navigate devastating battles, uncovering hidden secrets, learning the truth about the world,mysterious betrayals, and enemies far beyond human comprehension. From facing Uncontrollable monsters like Tide Maw to uncovering conspiracies hidden deep within their own ranks, the Hero Squad learns that being a hero isn’t about power—it’s about sacrifice. But as greater forces move in the shadows, testing their limits and threatening to tear them apart, one question remains: Will they Falter—or will they rise? I will be posting on Royal road [https://discord.gg/8aRxZrHf]

She crossed an ocean to chase her future — alone, unknown, unprotected. New York promised dreams, but the Bronx delivered danger. He was born into the shadows of power. A mafia boss whose name made enemies tremble, and whose heart had forgotten how to beat for anyone. When their worlds collide on a bloodstained Bronx night, desire sparks between them like fire in a storm. But love in the underworld comes at a price. And for each of them, the past refuses to stay buried. In a city ruled by violence and secrets, can a girl from Lagos melt a heart of steel — or will she be his greatest weakness?

Alternate Title: Empire of Teeth For over five centuries, Vampires have ruled the world from impenetrable city-spires and unyielding fortresses, claiming to protect humanity from the savage werewolf plague they helped create. The truth behind their rise lies buried deep beneath the new world order. But when a mining operation in the tundra of Fennur’s Maw uncovers a being thought extinct, a tremor runs through The Blooded Empire’s foundation. He is a barely a man, or so he appears—musclebound, silver-streaked, and golden-eyed. He remembers nothing… not even his name. As he awakens in a world built to fear him, hunted and mistrusted, this Lycan reborn must navigate the blood-soaked politics of a planet held hostage by immortal tyrants and scheming Coven Nobility. But something stirs in the shadows—ancestral spirits, elemental forces, and long-dead memories claw their way to the surface. The Lycan race lost the war half a century ago. But the Lycan soul never vanished. It was waiting. ********* No System, No Academy, No Harem. If you’re a fan of Underworld, Noblesse and Garou Lore of WTA, then I think you’ll really like this novel since I took inspiration from all three when crafting this story. You can also find this story with a few extra chapters on Royal Road under the same title: Empire of Teeth ************* Extra tags: Martial Arts, Social Commentary, Uprising, Historical, War and Military, Cyber-Punk, Solar-Punk, Soft Sci-Fi ************** WHAT TO EXPECT? A unique and engaging DUAL power system. Not one, but two power systems that have narrative cohesion and purpose. Steady progression. despite the lack of exp from kills and stat points, the mc and his pack will steadily grow in ways that are felt and clearly understood. Tight pacing. not a lot of room for dilly dallying unless there’s a purpose. Commentary. There won’t be hamfisted political opinions or anything like that, but I will use the medium of Lycans to explore how wolves are highly misunderstood and used to push gendered agendas and fear monger etc. I’ll also explore the concepts of class and other things becahse why not. An Mc that’s lowkey similar to dbs broly. especially in the beginning. Tragedy. but not without purpose. Great fight scenes. I think martial arts and how it connects to different cultures and experiences is fascinating and I’ve used that as a way to explore the lore of lycans so many fight scenes will be more than a fight. they’ll also be an experience and dive into the past. nothing too overwhelming or drawn out though. trust.

Betrayed by blood. Stolen from her homeland. Sold across the sea. Nyasha wa Kinywa, daughter of Chief Kinywa wa Kobia, once danced beneath the sacred mountain as the pride of her people. But her stepmother’s jealousy delivers her into the hands of slavers, tearing her from the land she loves. A mighty storm shatters the ship meant to carry her to chains. Nyasha survives — only to be swept into the heart of a foreign empire. There, in the Dragon Emperor’s palace, she is offered as tribute to the imperial harem. But Nyasha is no ordinary concubine. She refuses to beg for favor. She refuses to break under the weight of schemes and cruelty. She speaks of her home — of warriors, chiefs, and the power of Kiini Kiro — and with every word, she draws the emperor’s heart closer. When jealous consorts accuse her of witchery, Nyasha is cast into the cold palace. Forgotten. Despised. Until the truth emerges: she carries the emperor’s heir — a child long thought impossible.

Dropped From the depths of ancient records, I was born. Everything, absolute and boundless, flowed into me, granted by their forgotten lore. I hungered for acknowledgment, for a singular existence, unparalleled by any other. My maw then consumed all – the world itself, and everything that dared stand in my path. Until they emerged. Nameless beings who slaughtered me, again and again, condemning me to an endless cycle of reincarnation, forever incomplete. I was a being who merely sought perfection, but now... I embrace insanity. The glorious madness to devour all into oblivion, to shatter the very chains of morality. For I will return. --- |[WSA 2025 ENTRY]| Dear friends this novel is a dark fantasy, so expect a world build of the death of others. The main character is a villain that will sought to destroy everything, and yes there will be romance in this novel, as for harem the mc will only have 2 wives and nothing more. Beware that this story contains gore, mature content, so do be careful and read this if you plan to read it. If you have any questions please ask and please give me a review so that I would know if im doing this right.

No one left The City. Rife with tension between the two races that inhabited it — Humans and Monsters — it seemed like it'd boil over sooner than later. That wasn't an issue for Kodeko. Not until he and his family died to those Monsters. However, he's given a second chance: His life and new powers in exchange for killing The City's ruler, The Tsar.

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

It should have started of as any mundane evening I had, waiting for the traffic light to go red so that we could pass. Instead, a random person used me as a shield, and I got stabbed. Later, I woke up in a place that had the lushest forests and greenest pastures I've ever seen. I thought this was heaven, but this was the domain of the God of life. And... I was chose to be HIS apostle. So now, I have to fix ruined worldlines to make sure the maws don't wreak havoc and eat everything.

It is a game of blood and desperation to survive in a world reduced to ash and mutation. As a scavenger in the Shattered Maw, a nuclear wasteland, Silas Kane must battle radiation, starvation, and the hideous creatures that have arisen from the remains of the ancient world every day. His life is irrevocably altered when a near-fatal encounter with a terrifying Rad-Scorpion reveals a mysterious augmentation system called ACEPHALON. The System transforms him from prey into a predator by giving him superhuman strength, speed, and knowledge. However, as he advances in level, Silas discovers more sinister realities: the ruins conceal pre-war atrocities, the ACEPHALON Protocol might not be the gift it appears to be, and the wasteland's mutations are not random. Silas is forced to choose between embracing the System's power and opposing its covert agenda after discovering a military bunker that has been buried and connected to his own past. Because what's growing inside him poses a greater threat in the wasteland than the monsters.

Heaven and Earth was formed and it was good. The saying became outdated when Hell rose and its citizens were no other than the angels that fell from grace to grass, growing malevolent horns and promoting sin. Two familes, both greatly affected by the Great war that occured in Hell opened the door of salvation for one and doomed the other to eternal damnation. He was possessive but not crazy, and loved her enough to remind her that she was his even if she loved another. Troubled by her many flaws and hardships, Ebony had one goal; to graduate with a worthy certificate and be free from the entaglements of his redemption while trying not to be too drawn to his inhuman looks. "I will not give up on you, Ebony," He promised and sealed it with a kiss on her lips. "I am not the type that gives up on what I want. I want it and I will have it." Will Ebony give in to his sweet temptations or remain adamant on the goal at hand even though there was more to the world of demons than meets the eye? For in the world of demons, love was a luxury she couldn't afford. | Completed |

CORELINE Cyberpunk • Thriller • Noir • Mystery Coreline. A city. A system. Built with blood and concrete. Where masks hide more than just faces, and corruption waits around every corner. The animalistic citizens of this place can only count on themselves. Here, justice is a concept only the lucky still believe in. Most animals fight tooth and claw just to survive. Are you a rat? Good luck finding a dumpster that isn’t already picked clean. An elephant? Sure, there’s work. Break your back hauling junk for a few creds—and maybe get a pat on the head. If you’re a small herbivore, try the briefcase. Chewing on someone else’s bills tastes better than chewing on dust. A cheetah, a tiger, a strong, fast predator? Play the game. Injustice pays the best rent. And if you’re ruthless enough, you might just earn a slice of the big cake. But if you’re a fox? You lie. You adapt. You slip through cracks others fall into. You take hits others die from. You claw through each day with whatever life you’ve got left—until... Meet Nox. No hero. No villain. Just another citizen of Coreline—one who talks fast, plays smart, and keeps moving. Until he finds something he was never supposed to. A mysterious mask. A USB packed with secrets. A deal that drags him straight into the monster’s maw. Now, everyone wants a piece of him. Syndicates. Enforcers. Bloodhounds. The kind who don’t take “no” for an answer. With old debts breathing down his neck, and the city tightening like a noose, Nox has to face his future—and fight his past. What to Expect: – A story that grows darker over time. (Adult emotional themes and trauma are explored.) – Heavy focus on worldbuilding, immersion, and character development. – Slow-paced storytelling with layered, meaningful moments. – Grounded slice-of-life scenes that add heart and contrast. – Comedic relief mixed with high-stakes tension. – A work in progress—don’t expect perfection. – Shaped by audience feedback. Help build the world of Coreline with me. Cyberpunk | Mystery | Thriller | Noir | Slice of Life | Drama — CORELINE —

Framed. Forgotten. Reincarnated into a prison destined to be erased from existence in 90 days. Von was supposed to be a background character—an extra in a world ruled by magic, nobles, and ancient pacts. Instead, he wakes up in The Maw, the most feared prison on the continent, with memories of a world-ending conspiracy… and a god-tier System that lets him grant forbidden powers to criminals. With the clock ticking and an entire island about to be obliterated, Von plays a dangerous game—arming monsters, making enemies of warring gangs, and manipulating the woman who betrayed him. But this prison isn’t just a cage. It’s a battlefield for ancient beings. And Von? He was never supposed to survive. Now he has one shot to escape, rewrite fate, and become the villain the world never saw coming. The countdown to annihilation has begun. And the last person standing… might be the one who was never meant to matter. ———— Additional Tags that aren’t tags. #No Romance. #No Harem. #Extreme Plots and Layered Schemes. #MC more badass than Fang Yuan. #Intense Battles. #Devilish Cliffhangers. #Territory Management and Kingdom Building.

In the realm where shadows entwine with fate, a cursed man carries the weight of an ancient curse. A demonic entity and a primal werewolf locked in a sinister dance within his soul. As the blood moon rises, he faces a relentless cycle of resurrection, destined to break the unholy union or succumb to the machinations of a malevolent force vying for a throne. But he is not alone in his struggle. The demon prince, and the alpha of the Ebony Pack, hunt him relentlessly, seeking to exploit the curse for their own sinister purposes. The demon prince, with his legion of dark minions, and the Alpha, with her pack of ruthless werewolves, will stop at nothing to claim the throne of the supernatural realm. "Moonlit Convergence" invites you into a world where time is a merciless adversary and the line between savior and usurper blurs under the haunting glow of the blood moon. Join our protagonist on an odyssey through lifetimes, as hope flickers amid the darkness, and the struggle for redemption unfolds in the celestial dance of destiny and despair. Can he outrun his pursuers and break the curse, or will he succumb to the forces of darkness and perpetuate the cycle of evil?

==WSA 2025 Entry== ==WebNovel X Piccoma== ... "They said the world would fall without me." "They said I was the strongest." "Then they buried me with honors... and a blade behind my back." Remiel St. Clair, humanity’s strongest exalt, prince of a once glorious empire, was betrayed and buried. Nine centuries later, he awakens in the body of Lucien Callastre, the second prince of a kingdom descended from his own treacherous bloodline. Stripped of powers, but not of pride, he must rebuild his lost strength and rise to power yet again to fend off the ever-growing threats of the spirits. The maw is growing. The spirits are returning. But so is he. And this time, the Exalted Prince is not dying quietly. ... 1 BONUS CHAPTER per 150 Power Stones. Discord server link for art references: https://discord.gg/dnEjung5Bz Also, leave a review, as it helps me a lot. Love everyone

[Warning: Mature Content and a ruthless, villainous, badass mc!] Kael Draven was once the feared leader of an underground mafia empire. A shadow ruler who pulled the strings behind the scenes. But power comes at a price. Kael learned that the hard way when a bullet pierced his ear, and his trusted ally betrayed him, bringing his life to an end. Bang! As his empire crumbled and his body hit the cold floor, all he could think was, ‘What a pathetic way to go.’ Instead of hell, Kael woke up in a far more dangerous world, with a body stronger than ever—youthful, shredded, with muscles for days and an ego that could crush mountains. His title? Master of the Crimson Maw. He now led a bandit group that had angered a mysterious force and been wiped out—except for one survivor: a strong, silent gladiatrix who wanted nothing to do with him. To make things even more interesting, his body bore a glowing tattoo that whispered in his mind: “Bond. Through body. Through soul.” But Kael wasn’t one to back down. He didn’t like losing. So what if his base was a dilapidated shack? So what if his army was just one extremely voluptuous warrior? Kael wasn’t here to play small. He was going to turn this ragtag bandit group into a force feared by all, with a harem of deadly beauties who would bow to no one but him! Welcome to the Crimson Maw. Where the training is brutal, the beauties are overpowered, and the only thing more dangerous than an enemy is the bandit king himself. Let the grind begin! ….. [WPC 25 Entry! Support guys!] Additional Tags: #Territory Management. #Strong To Overpowered. #Antihero #Badass Mc #Shrewd Mc #Tight Plot

A historian, Ethan, along with two sisters—geologist Chloe and photojournalist Maya—explore a mysterious sinkhole in Mexico's Yucatán Peninsula known as the Cenote Sagrado. They discover a vast subterranean world built by an ancient, intelligent civilization and uncover a terrifying, millennia-spanning secret that threatens the very survival of humankind.(I will be posting this story on RoyaRoad as well)

My father yanked me away from my mom's side and threw me into a wall. He never truly loved me. I was more like that shadow of what could've been. I was his only disappointment. His only child. "Ebony Lilac Neasther!" His voice boomed as he stood up and turned to face me. "You...You are no longer my 'daughter'." Those were the last words he had ever said to me. I lost my father to a war unnerving.

Forged by the opulent walls, crafted by the scraps from the slums, thrown to rot in this golden cage. That was her, Maya. "How forsaken the anguish of fate is…We met again, Brother." She chuckled coldly, swirling the wine glass. "Maya…You?" Declan's voice was rather calm; it had always been like that...however, for the first time in his life, his voice held a hint of uncertainty. "The world is undoubtedly round." She smiled ; her smile was like that of an unclaimed corpse… knowing there was no one…… and knowing that she didn't want anyone. Maya looked different … It wasn't her feigned smile or the old scar cutting through her left eye….it was her eyes, which were empty like a burned vessel. Her deep set of ebony eyes …which was common for any Indian, but what set her apart from the common folks was the glimmer of contempt that seemed to paint the floor red at any moment. ————————————————————————————————————————— Imagine being the only child to get adopted by a multi-billionaire… that too Indian…. Maya was that child… But she was different. Maybe because she was autistic or her face had been paralyzed due to an old, unfortunate accident? When a child was supposed to run across corridors….was supposed to enjoy the innocence of girlhood days…she was kept confined in her room… not out of compulsion but out of choice. She tried to accept them… They tried as well… But maybe blood was thicker than water … When the real blood came, the poor kid was cast aside; her love of life, whom she thought of as one, was the one to drag her down the bottomless pit. She was thrown out with only two choices: kill yourself or let them kill you. and she chose none.

to all who is shattered by the world, seeking reasons to live and be with someone who will love them equally, someone who would cry when they pass on. I dedicate this story to you all. Hoping for your wish to come true but warning you that not all story... has a happy ending.

Aric Duskborne was the Tribunal's greatest weapon, a holy crusader who toppled empires in their name. But when the wars ended, the gods he served betrayed him, casting him into the Immortal Maw, where the souls of the damned are devoured and forgotten. In the depths of despair, Aric is approached by a mysterious benefactor, an ancient spirit of shadow and gold, who offers him a choice: embrace oblivion and fade into nothing, or rise stronger than ever before. With nothing left to lose, Aric accepts, awakening the Sin System, a forbidden power that lets him grow stronger by defying the very gods who cast him aside. Armed with dark magic and an unyielding rage, Aric sets out to carve a path of vengeance, hunting down the divine beings that once ruled over him. The more he kills, the stronger he becomes... but what price must a mortal pay to wield the power of the gods? And when the heavens finally fall, who, or what, will Aric become?

In a world where reality is stitched together by ancient threads, even the smallest unraveling can doom existence. Ashardio—once a mere student of the Loom—now sees fractures no one else can. Beneath the serene halls of the Academy of Primoria, something old stirs. Whispers in the stone. Shadows that do not belong. Time bleeds. Memories warp. And the Maw, a devourer of realities, is evolving into something far more insidious. With every breath, the world unravels. Haunted by loss and bound by powers he barely controls, Ash must navigate a treacherous path between duty and destruction. Alongside Lilim, a weaver of forbidden threads, he uncovers a chilling truth: to mend what’s broken, some patterns must be burned. But can a catalyst rewrite the Loom without becoming its next victim? As the Fold thins and names are forgotten, Ashardio faces a choice: remain a fragment in a dying weave—or become the hand that remakes it. Reality is not safe. Nor is its Weaver.

John Davidson, a man born in poverty wins 9 million in a lottery, he invested his money to make more and more money. how does John adjust into the life of wealthy and create more influence in the society of ultrawealthy? find out in this novel.

Etheria is a continent bathed in the radiance of celestial magic, where mortals forge Starlight Pacts to wield cosmic power. But this gift comes at a dire cost—overuse of magic crystallizes the flesh, turning its users into fragile statues that eventually shatter into stardust. A millennium ago, the eldritch deity known as "The Maw of the Void" was sealed away, yet its Shadowblight corruption still creeps across the land, devouring forests, twisting beasts, and erasing history itself. Now, as the stars above Etheria grow dim, the Church of the Celestial Dawn preaches that this is divine retribution—while the truth lies buried in the ruins of Fallenstar Citadel, the forsaken city suspended between heaven and oblivion.