Minions Panic

In a world where darkness was always a step ahead further and the light was late and bleaker, "Grim Dark Online" has become a well acclaimed VRMMORPG, drawing players into its thrilling depths. But when hackers breach the game's firewall, players including Kenji find themselves trapped in this virtual reality after an abrupt system shutdown. As chaos unfolds, the World Soul Barrier collapses, unleashing a horde of demon gods and their minions upon the realm. The Cult of Black Snake, the Silent Nightstalkers assassins, and the slaughter of the Immortals threaten their very fabric of existence. With the World Soul and the World Tree corrupted, Kenji must navigate this perilous landscape armed only with his last playthrough’s knowledge as a Warrior and several other Classes. Previously, he had conquered the God of Death, a necromancer villain, and earned the title of God of Slaughter. But now, faced with the onset of devastation, he is thrown back to the beginning of this nightmare. Desperate to reclaim his former power as a warrior, Kenji discovers that fate has other plans. Instead, he is bestowed the class of Necromancer—the very embodiment of his past fears. This transformation offers him an unexpected opportunity to rise above his previous limitations. With the unique ability to summon minions that mimic his battle instincts, Kenji possesses greater firepower and tactical versatility than ever before. Now, he must embrace his newfound abilities and confront the demon lords and gods that threaten to consume his world. As a warrior trapped in the body of a necromancer, Kenji’s journey is one of survival, adaptation, and redemption in a realm where darkness reigns. Will he harness the power of his newfound powers? Or will the very darkness succumb them all?

Raphael's heart skipped a beat, while Celest, unable to contain his fear, trembled in place, on the verge of giving in to panic. Linfer, however, observed them all with absolute detachment. In his eyes, their movements seemed slow, very slow. Even Luciel, moving at a speed close to that of light, appeared frozen in time. With a simple flap of his wings, Linfer floated on the surface of the sea of blood, indifferent to the slowness of those around him. His dark claws gleamed slightly as he raised his index finger to his forehead, where an Omega symbol was etched into his flesh. The symbol shimmered, emitting a terrifying aura, as a drop of black blood slowly emerged, suspended in mid-air. Silence enveloped the scene. In a barely audible whisper, yet resonating throughout the ninth heaven, " [Ashkharsh: All Red]" The drop of black blood finally fell. As it touched the surface of the bloody sea... Psychopath, hedonist, hemophage, Linfer, known as the Blood Devil, brought about Armageddon for humanity. His strength was such that it shook the most powerful beings. But his impulsiveness drew the attention of the Tree of Tao... transmigrating to an earlier time... "Young Master Bai! The Devourer has left traces in a kingdom of the lower plane!" "Gather the inner disciples! As servants of Tao, we must purge this evil, even if it means sacrificing ourselves!" "The younger generation is truly fortunate to have you!" "That's true~" A slight smile spread across his face. *** #romance #manipulation #evilMC #gore #r18 #mythology #cultivation #Harem

Mysterious occurrences loom; the entire world dramatically changes. The fate of individuals and nations becomes bound to AnalogHorror (rule kaidan), and once the chosen of destiny fail, it means countless people in their corresponding nation will be slaughtered by the strange phenomena. The entire world falls into unrest, panic, and despair. Until an absolutely unexpected individual joins the AnalogHorror game. Xiao Yiwang glanced at the weird world before him and then at the examination admission ticket in his hand. "Have middle school entrance exams always been this complicated? Well, it does prove my intelligence!" "I am retarded, but selected to join the analoghorror game?!"

In this digital age, our smartphones are a treasure trove of personal information, memories, and important data. So, when my phone was stolen, I felt a mix of panic and helplessness. Thankfully, I discovered ICode Cyber Tech, a company that specializes in cyber recovery solutions, and with their help, I was able to recover my stolen phone. Here’s my journey and how you can protect yourself from such incidents. The Shock of Losing My Phone It was an ordinary day when I realized my phone was missing. I retraced my steps, searched my house, and even contacted local lost and found departments—but to no avail. My heart sank when I realized my phone was likely stolen. With my bank information, personal photos, and countless contacts on that device, I felt vulnerable and exposed. Turning to ICode Cyber Tech After hours of online searching for solutions, I stumbled upon ICode Cyber Tech. Their reputation for helping individuals recover stolen devices caught my attention. They offered a free consultation, so I decided it was worth a shot. Email...support@icodecybertech.com OR icodecybertech@gmail.com WhatsApp...+447387627621 Website...https://icodecybertech.com

The world has collapsed. A virus meant to enhance humanity instead turned people into monsters, leaving only 21 bases standing. Serian, a god who has watched countless worlds rise and fall, never cared for human struggles. But now, trapped in a mortal body, he's forced to attend a hero academy where students train to fight the monsters that destroyed civilization. Serian simply observes: — Students brag about their strength, then panic when danger appears. — He casually kills a monster with a book while soldiers question reality. — His interview answers horrify the instructors ("What do you do if a mission fails?" "It is what it is."). — The strongest executioner points a gun at him, but Serian is more interested in his aura than his threats. Once beyond time, now walking among mortals, he seeks to understand them. Will he find the answers he longed for?

Max, a 28-year-old man from our world, finds himself suddenly reincarnated into the world of The Walking Dead after an accident. He wakes up in a desolate landscape, familiar yet terrifying—the outbreak has already begun, and chaos reigns. His body is still his own, but the world around him is now filled with walkers and hostile survivors. Amidst the panic and devastation, Max discovers a mysterious system panel that only he can see. warning: The main character for the most half will have an unchanging character, but later on in the series he will slowly change. The world building won't be to good since it is my first book. But I'm trying my best, and tips, and critical analyzing would help me if possible. Have fun reading and thank you for checking it out. Also I will be uploading six chapters every other day due to my busy schedule, so sorry for those who daily chapters every single day, but every other day I will upload and write 6 chapters.

There are 7 dimensions controlled by a Universal Government. Each dimension is governed by its own unique universal laws. There are a few things they have in common, there is always 1 the strongest and 1 the smartest. Except for the Universal Government, it’s forbidden to travel between dimensions. Interdimensional gates don’t close on their own and if left open, creatures that dwell in the darkness between the worlds will find their way through. Without warning, one of the dimensions disappeared without a trace. The remaining 6 in panic did all they could to find the reason why. They never found an answer. 12 years after the dimension vanished, a signal started appearing in the empty universe. Perhaps the answer is in that signal. Tsugi No Level

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- History repeats itself. In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers to take her to safety in exchange for helping him to a bunker and treating his wound from the gunshot. Left with no choice, Mira joins forces with the man and learns that he is Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey uncovers old memories and reveals the conspiracy behind the election of the First World Premier, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual dependence and affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal stories, they reveal emotional vulnerabilities to each other that they hide from the rest of the world. Drawing on her own experiences in the Commonwealth, Mira sees the truth as she falls into the dark: that darkness exists exactly because the light is shining and enjoyed on the other side. I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.

TRANSMIGRATED A coffee shop cashier girl loves reading novels, especially romantic novels. However, on her way home from work, someone pushed her into a fountain in a city park. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was transmigrated to the body of a girl who turned out to be a character from the novel she was reading! "What has happened? How did I wake up here!" she said in panic as she looked at herself in the mirror. "No way! I became the villain of this novel?!" Celestial Esme Damanor, a villain who was hated by everyone, even her own family. "Shameless woman! You don't belong in this family!" Even until the end of her life, she died in a miserable. Alone and burning with the flames of hatred. However, when a girl woke up as a Celestial, everything was different from what was in the novel. "Everyone loved her so much? Then what exactly is it that they turned against you, Celestial?" What really happened to Celestial and what secrets lie behind it? Who exactly was the one who had to suffer this? And what led her to wake up in Celestial's body 3 years before her death?

Raymond Shelby was brutally killed by his girlfriend. It turned out that she was the daughter of a crime boss, and Ray's testimony had been the final nail to the coffin that put the crime boss on death row. Ray would've been a vengeful spirit, having died like that, if not for the fact that in his last moment, using his last bit of life force, he picked up the gun he felt on the floor and fired. He didn't know where he was firing at because both his eyes had been plucked out but he heard his girlfriend's goons scrambling in panic. From what he was able to gather in that moment, he had shot her straight to the throat. Armed with this knowledge, Ray died with a smile on his face. In an instance, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, standing in front of an unfamiliar face that sent him to an unfamiliar world, but instead of being excited, he was a little pensive because of what the person who claimed to be a goddess had said...

“Lin Yunfeng! Stop right there!” Lin Yunfeng gazed back at the speeding figure behind him. Heart racing, he picked up speed and ran through the abandoned corridor. “You better stop Yunfeng!!” Ren Muchen growled loudly. The little brat was much faster than he had expected. “This is how you wish to face me after you fucking slept with me? Fine! Run then! Let’s see how long you can last,” Panting Lin Yunfeng looked back in panic. “I’m so sorry, it was a mistake. think of it as Stepping on shit. Please forgive me!” he placed a hand on his lower stomach and ran even faster. “Watch out!” Yunfeng gazed ahead in surprise. a half-rotten corpse stood in his way. He came to a screeching halt but the slippery floor made it hard for him to come to a complete stop. He fell unceremoniously face down on the ground. “Fuck,” The zombie jumped onto him with its mouth wide open. Its bloody saliva dripped onto his face. Yunfeng held his breath. He had read about this before but this was the first time he had actually seen an undead. It petrified him. ‘Is this how I die?’ “Growl,” the beast aimed at his neck precisely, Just as he thought his life was coming to an end, a long axe cut through the decayed neck of the Zombie. The heavy zombie fell right on top of him, oozing blood and puss. A hand grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. “You are not dying, not today, not anytime soon...” Ren Muchen said with a nasty grin/ Yunfeng gulped. Muchen peered into his trembling black eyes coldly. “You know why?” because we are having a baby.” Yunfeng’s hand reflectively went into his tummy. “h-how do you know?” “You knew?! Yet you ran!” Muchen laughed coldly and shook him like a rattle. “Take responsibility you bastard, we created a life that day! “y-yes, I’ll take responsibility!”

Minseok Lee had just finished his final exam, the one he'd been studying for over the past few weeks, and it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders.  He was officially a doctor now—one of the youngest ever in his prestigious medical university.  A new chapter in his life was about to begin.  He smiled as he crossed the street, his thoughts already drifting to his future: perhaps a research position, maybe a residency abroad.  "Maybe" Then, in an instant, the world flipped. A screeching sound filled the air as a truck came barreling toward him.  He didn't even have a chance to process the impact before everything went black. - ??? - When Minseok regained consciousness, it wasn't the sterile, white lights of a hospital room that greeted him, but the dim, ornate chandeliers of a vast, foreign bedroom.  He blinked several times, groaning softly as his vision cleared.  His head felt foggy, his body uncomfortably warm, like he had just woken from a fever dream.  Slowly, he sat up, hands trembling as he adjusted the thick, luxurious sheets around him.  Something didn't feel right.  The air was heavy, charged with an unnatural tension, as he had somehow wandered into an unfamiliar world. Confused, Minseok stood, only to stumble.  His legs, not his own, felt unfamiliar beneath him. Slender and weak.  He looked down in a panic. What...? He gasped as he took in the sight of the delicate, flowing gown. An intricate dress of gold and violet silk, clinging to a body that was most certainly not his own.  Long, platinum blonde hair cascaded around him like a waterfall, framing a face with sharp, aristocratic features.  His fingers, slender and elegant, were adorned with glistening jewels, and his reflection in the mirror across the room confirmed the horrifying truth: he wasn't Minseok Lee anymore. He was someone else. Princess Seraphina Lumastra. Minseok's breath caught in his throat as fragmented memories began to surge through him. An avalanche of emotions, thoughts, and experiences that did not belong to him.  Seraphina Lumastra, a villainess in this unfamiliar world, is notorious for her cruelty, arrogance, and, worst of all, her inevitable downfall.  He had read about her tragic end at the hands of a hero she had wronged in a story he'd once skimmed for fun. But this wasn't a novel.  This was reality.  His reality.  "No..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice carrying the regal accent of a princess.  "No, no, no... How did this happen?" Panic started to consume him.  He had died.  He had to have died, right?  The truck, everything, it had to be an accident, some bizarre twist of fate.  But now, here he was, inside the body of someone who was destined for tragedy. His mind raced with thoughts.  He didn't know how or why, but somehow, he was trapped in Seraphina's life... her fate. His fate. A cold shiver ran down his spine as the reality of it all settled in.  He was a doctor, he had helped save lives.  Now he was a villainess in a kingdom teetering on the edge of war.  The future, as it had been written, was inescapable.  Seraphina's marriage was just around the corner, to a prince who would come to despise her.  Her reign as the kingdom's most feared woman would end in a bloody coup, one he might have to face sooner than he wanted. But Minseok was no longer just some passive observer in a world of stories. He had a chance.  A second life.  And somehow, he would find a way to rewrite this twisted fate.  He wouldn't let it end like that.  Not if he had any say in the matter. With a deep breath, he steadied himself.  The memory of a doctor's resolve settled in his chest, calming his panic.  No matter the body he was in, he was still Minseok Lee.  And he wasn't going to go down without a fight. Not as Princess Seraphina Lumastra. But as Minseok Lee.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

What would you do if you found yourself trapped in a world of a game? Would you panic? Rejoice? Just give up? This is a conundrum I found myself in after waking up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, with no clue of how I got there. Magic powers? I had none of those… A cheat-like system? Nowhere to be found. All I possessed was a single skill that seemed meager at best… [ Shadow Manipulation ]

“The greatest villain in the world? That’s me?!” Kade, a struggling actor, wakes up in a strange fantasy land where everyone thinks he is Kaedus, a feared Dark Lord destined to rule or be defeated by the heroes. With no idea how to use magic or fight, Kade decides to rely on his acting skills to survive. It seems easy enough, until his "loyal" minions start scheming, the hero’s party begins closing in, and the prophecy about his downfall might actually be true. Pretending to be a villain was supposed to be simple, but staying alive might cost Kade more than he ever imagined.

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice.

25 weeks. 26 stories. Updates every Thursday until 26/12/2024. "Scream scream scream, oh your Lowly Screams. Pretty pretty pretty, the blood from your veins. Cunning cunning cunning, everything trying to hunt you. Bleeding crying dying, but don't panic have patience - your turn shall come too." A collection of 26 horror stories, each about a different fear/ fright. It'll get disgusting with gore and psychotism. Some messing with the brain. Don't start, if you can't continue. And once you start... don't panic, have patience. Your turn shall come too. No further context on what is to come - but if you can't bear the very first one (which I've envisioned to be the lightest of all) then do not tread any further! TRIGGER WARNING: Major gore. Cruel concepts and views. None of these are personal views and they aren't expected to motivate any sort of agendas. They are mere fictions. Please contact professionals in case you have the urge for any of this, or feel threatened in any similar ways. Mental health matters! Also, no specific warnings shall be provided at the start of stories!

After playing games all night, I suddenly died of sudden death and transmigrated into the game, becoming a famous villain. At the beginning, I confessed my love to the noble duke's daughter, and now the duke wants to kill me? I originally thought I had only one enemy, but when Victor came to his senses, he found that one by one, the people around him wanted him dead. The cold - blooded female valkyrie boss is determined to take his head, and the overbearing eldest daughter of a wealthy family can't wait to bury him alive. Even the stray dog on the roadside doesn't like him! With this doomed - to - die ending, there are countless players about to arrive, waiting to share his experience points! Not wanting to wait for death, he chose another path. "All of you are so eager to kill me..." "Then I might as well believe in the evil god."

Paul Vaneke, a 24-year-old introvert and your average everyday man, dies a hero’s death while trying to save a young girl from a horrific crime. But his selfless act takes a bizarre turn when he awakens in a brutal fantasy world—as an orc. Known for their savage strength, disorganized nature, and harsh lives, orcs in this world are treated as livestock, subjugated by powerful Shifters—minions of a sinister intergalactic abyssal race. Thrown into a hostile environment, Paul struggles to adapt to his monstrous form while unraveling a dark conspiracy where the Shifters seek to destroy the world in exchange for unimaginable abyssal power. However, his fate changes when he discovers an ancient spaceship buried deep within the Northern continent. Bonding with the advanced alien technology, Paul transforms into a hybrid of orc might and futuristic ingenuity, gaining unparalleled strength, intelligence, and access to cutting-edge weaponry. Armed with these newfound abilities, Paul sparks a technological revolution among the orcs, introducing genetic serums, advanced weaponry, and innovative strategies that inspire unity among his race. Through cunning diplomacy, relentless combat, and sheer determination, Paul forges alliances with humans, elves, dwarves, and beastmen, uniting the fractured races of the world. Amid thrilling battles, heartfelt moments of camaraderie, and even forbidden interspecies romance, Paul rises to power as both a warrior and a visionary. As his influence grows, he prepares to lead a united world against the abyssal race in a climactic battle for survival, freedom, and hope. From orc outcast to galactic emperor, Paul’s epic journey spans war, diplomacy, love, and self-discovery, blending action, romance, and a relentless quest for freedom in a universe on the brink of annihilation.

A former dungeon boss, once feared across the land, seeks a peaceful life after centuries of managing minions, traps, and treasure. Now living in a remote town disguised as an ordinary human, he dedicates himself to raising his adopted human daughter, Lila. However, her adventurous spirit and determination to become a hero keep pulling him back into the dangerous world he left behind. To protect her, he secretly uses his dungeon-master skills to manipulate their quests and ensure her safety, all while trying to keep his true identity hidden.

is the realm of Tenebrous, where the skies were perpetually shrouded in a deep, blood-red haze, the demon lord Xorax ruled with an iron fist. His power was feared throughout the land, and his legion of demonic minions trembled at the mere mention of his name. But Xorax's greatest treasure was not his army, nor his dark magic, but his eyes. For they were the windows to his very soul, and they held the power to see into the hearts of all who dared to oppose him.

Evelyn, a retired undercover agent, now runs a bookstore she inherited from her grandparents. On her 20th birthday, she discovers she was switched at birth and returns to the Hartley family. She isn’t interested in wealth and just wants a normal life, but Sophia, the imposter daughter, keeps taking everything from her, including her boyfriend, Daniel Whittaker. Her biological parents informed her about the arrange a marriage with the Whittaker family, a deal finalized by their grandparents. Evelyn ends up replacing Sophia in the wedding, agreeing on the condition that she’ll no longer be a Hartley once married. Her parents, blinded by their love for Sophia, agree. People pity Evelyn, thinking she unknowingly married a ruthless man—Alexander Whittaker, who turns out to be her ex’s uncle. As a former special forces member, Evelyn figures she can handle her husband if he’s cruel. But on her wedding day, she realizes something surprising: Alexander isn’t the ugly middle-aged man she expected—he’s the angelic-looking yet feared leader of the Arcane Famiglia, the underworld boss himself! ***** “I’ve finally found you, my princess,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a strange, almost playful intensity. In a panicked reflex, Evelyn raised her hand and delivered a swift chop to the side of Alexander’s neck, a move she usually practice but never intended to use. Her hands trembled as she realized what she had done. Had she just killed her husband on their wedding night? “Oh no, what have I done?” Evelyn whispered frantically, her mind racing with panic.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

"Why are you wearing cow head mask? Lilith asks you this question the third time." Amon groaned, tipping his head up. It made the snout of his mask point at the sky, making Lilith giggle as she found the view funny. "It's weird. Lilith thinks you're ugly that's why you're hiding your face." Hearing this, Amon couldn't help but look at her through his mask. If only he wasn't wearing it, Lilith would see how he arched a brow at her statement as he didn't like what she said. "You said it's rude for people to be ignored. Aren't you being rude for making such a remark?" "Oh!" Lilith gasped, making her cuter as she immediately touched her mouth with both of her hands in an attempt to shut herself up. The little girl spoke again, her voice heard even though she talked softly. "Lilith didn't mean to... Lilith is sorry. But Lilith was honest. Doesn't that make Lilith a good girl?" *** Amon, the Grim Reaper, appeared in the mortal realm to fulfill his job in collecting the souls of the dead. However, an unusual event occurred when he was about to collect one dying pregnant woman's soul. She was giving birth right before she died, making Amon panic and worry as her dying wish was for him to save her child! With the Grim Reaper actually a softie and is willing to take care of the infant despite the rule of their job to not interfere in mortal affairs, what lies ahead for Death and his now-growing human, Lilith? *** "Why do you wear that?" "19 years have passed—" Amon started, "—and this is still what you want to ask about?" "Well, yes." Lilith grinned. --- WARNING: Some chapters of this story contain mature R-18 content. FUN FACT: The world here is connected to "The Soul Eater's Possession" story's world, but this can also be a stand-alone book. COVER ARTIST: Haryu WSA ENTRY 2022 Update Schedule: 1 chapter every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6PM GMT+8. Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

“I married the right woman all along…” *** She becomes the stand-in wife for a reason. But the day her nominal husband divorces her, she panics, and so she burns her alimony down with a smile. When she thinks she is free from her terrible fate, she finds herself tied to the same marriage with the same fake name. As she lives in someone’s shadow, would her nominal husband discover her secret? EXCERPT: “Fine. I will accept your marriage proposal on one condition,” the woman across from Aleckin Ferrero said confidently. “Bring it on.” With the same confidence, Aleckin issued a challenge. “Alright, then. First, once I become Mrs. Ferrero, I am not required to appear in public. Second, I must remain inside my bedroom the entire time—unless Grandpa wants me to visit him...” “Hold on…” Aleckin blinked. His brain seemed malfunctioning, as he could not grasp what she was saying. “Come again?” He must have heard it wrong. Every woman on this planet was desperate to link their name to his. They were killing each other to win him over and become Mrs. Ferrero. However, in contrast, the woman he proposed a contractual marriage to, as the fake matriarch of the Ferrero household, has now expressed a desire for a different arrangement. Who in their right mind would request to lock her up instead of enjoying the lavish life of a billionaire's wife? This is the first time he has encountered such a thing! ‘Is something wrong in her head?’

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In a world where magic isn’t just a tool but the very fabric of existence, young Poll Nightvale is about to flip the script—and maybe the universe—on its head. Don’t let his unassuming name fool you. Poll is no background character. Behind that innocent, wide-eyed look lies a sneaky bastard with manipulation skills sharp enough to sell ice to a frost giant. Combine that with badass scientific know-how, and you’ve got someone who can outwit a council of wizards and build a mana-powered doomsday device before breakfast. When Poll awakens to his dormant mana powers, he quickly learns that magic isn’t all sparkles and fun. It’s unruly, chaotic, and dangerously addictive—kind of like him. But instead of sticking to the traditional methods, Poll decides to chart his own course, blending arcane arts with cutting-edge science to create something entirely new. Of course, this path is littered with explosive experiments, accidental genius, and more than a few plans that sound insane… until they work. Things take a dark turn when Poll stumbles upon mana corruption, a sinister force that twists and warps everything it touches. This isn’t just a challenge—it’s a world-ending catastrophe in the making. But does Poll panic? Nope. He smirks, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. Armed with his sharp mind, dubious charm, and a team of loyal (and occasionally exasperated) companions, he sets out to tackle the impossible. At his side are his fiercely protective mother, Seraphina; his stoic, sword-wielding father, Eryndor; and his chaotic crew of allies—Lira, the fire-obsessed wizard who believes “more flames” is always the answer; Kaida, the silent assassin who lets her blade do the talking; and Elowen, the gentle shield mage with untapped power and unshakable resolve. Together, they face a world where allies can’t always be trusted, enemies lurk in the shadows, and Poll’s questionable plans are often their best hope. As Poll grapples with the forces of mana and his own chaotic ambitions, he learns that being a hero isn’t about playing by the rules. It’s about bending them, breaking them, and occasionally rewriting them entirely. Because when the stakes are this high, and the odds this slim, you need someone who can think outside the box—and maybe set it on fire for good measure. Join Poll Nightvale on a journey of explosive discovery, cunning schemes, and chaotic brilliance as he forges his destiny, one sneaky move at a time. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, he’s not just a beacon of hope—he’s the unpredictable spark that sets everything into motion.