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Midnight Shadow

Zulin felt a weird sensation in her body, like she was floating. She gently flicked her eyes open, registering the unfamiliar surroundings around her. "Wasn't I supposed to be dead?" she wondered. She saw a figure in the distance. "Isn't this Nite? What is he doing here? Where am I?" she asked out loud. "Am I dead or alive?" But she already knew the answer to that. She was killed, and she was sure she died. "We meet again Princess Zulin..." She heard a strange voice. "Do I know you?" "But too bad it was so soon.." But if she was dead, what was Nite doing with her? Did he also die or was he killed? And whose voice was she hearing? "Where am I?" she wondered out loud. "In the land of the living.. or .. dead?" She heard same distant voice. "Well, not the Land of the Dead, certainly. But yes, you are right. You are actually dead. And if dead people find themselves at my abode, that only means one thing: maybe you are actually in the Land of the Dead." Zulin shook her head as sadness flashed in her eyes. Yes she is dead, she was killed. But then again, she heard the voice. "No, you are not dead." Confused, she tried to figure out where the voice was coming from and swept her gaze around, but she didn't see anybody. "What do you mean by 'I'm not dead'?" "Don't get me wrong," the voice said again. "I mean, you are dead, but... you are a living dead." "why?" "Because I give life in the land of the dead" "What?" she asked in surprise. "By the way, Princess Zulin, how does it feel to be dead on the day of your marriage?" "It feels like being... a lost female protagonist in a horror movie" Zulin responded. "No, you're the antagonist Zulin.." the voice chuckled. "Why were you killed?" Zulin didn't respond, that's right she might actually be the antagonist here. "And your sister is getting married to your fiancee.. your mate.."
Nue_Lave · 1.5K Views

Hero of the Sun

Terra, Era of Humanity A boy was born in the Underground a lawless slum built atop ancient ruins buried deep within the earth a place where survival was a privilege and death was an expectation. He grew up never knowing the warmth of the sun never seeing the city above the supposed paradise beyond the cavern ceiling. But Cain refused to rot in the dark. A boy was born in the Underground, a lawless slum built atop ancient ruins, buried deep within the earth a place where survival was a privilege, and death was an expectation. He grew up never knowing the warmth of the sun, never seeing the city above, the supposed paradise beyond the cavern ceiling. But Cain refused to rot in the dark. The only way out? Become a Slayer. Slayers are humanity’s strongest warriors beings who wield the power of the Wraiths, the anomalies that haunt the world. Slayers transcend human limits gaining abilities that let them shatter steel and tear through mountains. The strongest of them are practically immortal their lifespans longer than the history of humanity itself. To escape the Underground Cain must slay a Wraith and earn his place in the world above. But is the city above truly paradise? Or will he have to turn it into the paradise he desires? ––––––– Support this novel by adding it to your library, leaving comments, and dropping a power stone! It is my first novel!(along side another I am relasing check it out on my profile the story starts of not as dark as this one)
Savior_Complex · 1K Views

Midnight Dungeon

………………………… All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work just leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… A woman suddenly woke up in a dazed state with confused eyes. “Don’t I die in the dungeon world?” (Will be another novel) “This is my room when I am at the end of high school.” She took out her phone to check the date 23/12/25. It is around 10 PM then the beta dungeon would appear at 00:00 AM in 2 hours on 24/12/25. Unfortunately it is my birthday and I turn 18. At that time all the people between the ages of 18 to 48 would wake up from their sleep or see a monster like mouth opening beside them with a staircase inside. They are attracted to enter this monster mouth and walk down the stair case entering the first floor of the dungeon. …………………………… There are 100 levels in this beta dungeon and one can only cross 1 floor in a day. The monster mouth would appear 00:00 AM at every night and there is no attraction from the second day. If they decided not to enter then they would stop entering directly with monster mouth never appearing again from the next day. The time spent in the dungeon world is only an instant and the time never moves from 00:00 AM no matter how much time you spent in the dungeon world. The death in the dungeon world is real death and the pain is more real. Anything obtained in the dungeon world cannot be brought out except for the skills or abilities that are obtained. Also they cannot be used to cause damage to the world, unless they want to be erased. The time limit for this dungeon is only 100 days. After that the real problem appeared. The world population irrespective of age was transferred to the dungeon world divided into villages throughout that world as refugees. Mohini immediately asked. “Then why are you taking this slow approach instead of letting me directly show off everything and let him fuck me directly?” The system said. “Host, the amount of lust and desire energy generated when wearing revealing clothes is many times higher than the lust and desire energy generated when showing off the naked body.” ………………………………… The midnight dungeon is the only thing I am writing here which is a 100 day on. Based on the results I will write the dungeon world story as continuation. If it did not get response then I will stop with this. ……………………………………
souryourer · 4K Views

Midnight bride

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”
Neph444 · 3.5K Views

The Nameless Sun

In a world where the Crusaders’ hubris unleashed hell upon the earth, humanity survives under a demonic shell that blocks out the sun. In this bleak world, names are power: demons are bound by their true names, and humans with powers are granted names as a mark of their worth. But the nameless—those without powers—are treated as less than animals, toiling in silence and despair. The story follows the Nameless One, a laborer who has spent his life in the shadows, dreaming of a sun he has never seen. His existence is one of relentless toil. He is not called by a name, only by the tasks he performs: “Laborer,” “Carrier,” “Mute.” His settlement, a crumbling fortress of mud and stone, is one of many where the nameless are worked to death under the watchful eyes of the named overseers. The only light in the Nameless One’s life comes from the Builder, the oldest unnamed in the settlement. The builder told them about the sun—a blazing orb of light that once warmed the earth and lit the sky. The Builder claims these stories were passed down from his predecessors, who heard them from theirs, stretching back to the time before the shell. To the nameless, these stories are a fragile hope, a reminder that the world was not always dark. One night, the settlement is razed by a demon horde. This Nameless One escapes, not out of bravery or skill, but because he is invisible—both to the demons, who see him as beneath notice, and to the named, who abandon him to die.
MYSTIC12 · 366 Views
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