Scariest Things In The Ocean

The only condition he asked of her before marriage was for her to be “good’. After marriage, she truly was well-behaved. She sees his gifts but does not react, she knows about his promiscuous relationships but does not ask. She holds no hope of garnering his love and affection, and never once, did she forget to take her Plan B pills. She even complied and signed the divorce papers! With a grim look on his face, he stopped the woman who was about to escape. She grinned sweetly, “Young master Sulliven, don’t forget, we have gotten a divorce, we are completely uninvolved now!” The man shredded the divorce papers and smiled with his teeth clenched, “Ask the bun in your stomach whether or not we are still involved!”

Reborn into the body of a poor young boy in an unknown village in another world, Lu Qing felt quite helpless. Fortunately, he awakened an ability to see through the information of objects, which gave him a bit of capital to survive. He looked at a weed by the road. [Cow bone grass, average quality, medicinal, highly effective in treating bone injuries.] He looked at a red carp in the river. [Red moon carp, excellent quality, delicious meat, a top-grade nourishing food.] He looked at a wild rabbit in the mountains. [Gray rabbit, ordinary wild rabbit, edible.] ... With his innate ability, Lu Qing gradually established himself in the village, able to survive. Just when he thought he would lead a peaceful life in this ancient world with low productivity, one day, he suddenly saw a figure sweeping across the sky...

Cultivation Fantasy | Sea-Linked Power | Underdog Rise Zonaar was born without a flame in a world that runs on it. The Nirith Fire — a blue glow that awakens within chosen hearts — decides who ascends, who cultivates, and who starves. By seventeen, Zonaar had tried every method to ignite it: alchemy, prayer, fasting, pain. But nothing ever worked. Now, he breaks rocks in agolit mines to feed his little sister, while others soar toward the floating immortal realms. But fate shifts when he discovers a sealed relic deep underground — one carrying the divine essence of Orravia, a sea goddess erased from history records. Her power was sealed, her legacy shattered by the Throne Gods. And now… she needs him. From flame-less miner to the key of her vengeance, Zonaar’s path won’t follow tradition. It will rewrite it. Because when the sea chooses its champion, even the heavens must make room. Author’s Note: This is an ocean-based cultivation-inspired fantasy, blending myth and progression. While it draws from Xianxia themes (ascension, divine realms, relics), it uses an original system — Nirith Fire, agolits, and relic-bound destiny — without traditional sects or dantians.

Probability isn’t binary. It’s not a simple yes or no, not a switch flipped on or off. If you can imagine a possibility, however faint, it holds a spark of potential to become real. Consider our Earth: a speck of dust in the cosmic expanse, born from a chance so slim it feels miraculous. Yet, the universe’s vastness—its countless stars, galaxies, and eons—creates a playground where even the tiniest probabilities find room to breathe. The scale of existence turns long shots into realities. Humanity itself proves this. Our existence is a chain of low-probability events, each link forged by fortune. From the first spark of life in primordial oceans to the unlikely survival of early hominids, every step was a gamble. Picture rolling a six-sided die and landing a one not once, not twice, but fifty times in succession in a perfect, unblemished world. The odds defy comprehension, yet here we stand, living proof that the improbable can prevail. Even the most outlandish outcome—say, that same die landing on one a hundred times—has a probability, a mathematical whisper that refuses to be zero. The tale we’re about to unravel unfolds in a world not unlike ours, a place where the dice of chance rolled just right. It's humans, like us, who are products of a cosmic lottery, their existence defying the odds. But this world holds secrets. Forces—perhaps supernatural, perhaps stranger—seem to nudge the scales of chance. These unseen hands weave through the fabric of probability, tilting outcomes in ways that defy logic. This is a story of a reality shaped by luck, persistence, and perhaps something more—a narrative where the improbable isn’t just possible but inevitable.

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

what do want from me. mind games, labyrinths, videogames, I have it all but, you have none.

Have you ever wondered what happens after death? Will it be paradise? Follow Hybris, a man reborn in a strange world called Tellus — a place of magic, monsters, and mystery. He wakes trapped in a steel box, like a coffin, waiting to be released into a deadly trial to prove his worth — or die a second time. Will he stay sane, or delve into his lunacy? Do you want to see the pretty things beneath the earth?

A collection of short stories taken from the depths of my subconscious. Take a dive with me and experience the oddities of what lies beyond.

She loved him in silence. He saw her as home. Rayya has been in love with her best friend Gian since their second year of college. But bound by a promise never to fall for each other, she chooses silence over confession. When Gian begins dating someone else, Rayya’s quiet world starts to unravel. Anonymous poems, late-night umbrella walks, and near-confessions build a story of love that aches in every unspoken word. Will she ever tell him? Or will her love remain just another poem that never reached him?

《Decisive killing》《He stands there asking me to kill, and I won't kill him》《If he doesn't die, should I die》《I can't be bothered to speak, and you're not worthy of listening》《I think demons have no sense of pain.》 Crossing into the ancient martial arts world where danger and opportunity coexisted, Fang Yuan held the "Book of Good People", as long as he did good deeds, he could become stronger, so he embarked on a path of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue

My name is Toshiaki Honda, a game developer behind some of the most popular RPGs out there. Life was already great—until one day, I found myself transported to a world full of magic and fantasy! Is it dangerous? Is it tragic? No—this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

In a quiet world, Adam lived his life peacefully but it all changed when he woke up in an hospital bed with the ability..... Creation Of All Things Armed with this Overpowered ability, watch how Adam would uncover the truth of his world and beyond..

Am I a woman or a man? The question doesn't make sense at all. Can't Lufe see what's down in the pants? Everything doesn't make sense. Even the fact that he/she stood in a world where everything is alive—wait even rocks? EVERYTHING! Read 10 chapters first. Woe to the HM(me) if I disappoint you otherwise leave a review. Welcome on board—on this exciting journey!

In a vast worlds covered by endless oceans, each person is given a black turtle to build their own mobile city upon. Scattered across countless ocean realms are numerous small islands rich in valuable resources waiting to be claimed. Lu Yun, however, discovers an extraordinary advantage—his resource collection rate is amplified a hundredfold. [You gathered 1 piece of wood, warehouse wood +100] [You gathered 1 stone, warehouse stone +100] [You hunted a fawn, venison +5000 jin, deer skin +100] While others are still struggling to gather basic materials, Lu Yun rapidly advances his city's development, unlocking advanced technologies and powerful units. [You raised a pterosaur nest—produces flying beasts] [You created a shark pool—unleashes deadly sea predators] [You built an elf temple—summons graceful elf maidens] [You completed an angel altar—calls forth celestial angels] [You plant a sacred tree seed—produces a queen archer elf] As many strong ang talented people from ocean realms thrive and compete for dominance, Lu Yun’s unstoppable progress sets him on the path to becoming the strongest ruler among them all.

Short Synopsis: The Light That Fell Between When Reyansh, a reclusive photographer, captures the fleeting smile of a mysterious mute girl, he doesn’t expect his life to change. But Aira’s silence holds secrets, and her presence begins to unravel the shadows of his past. As their worlds collide, light and grief dance in quiet moments — and Reyansh must choose between staying in the dark or following the light that fell between them.

In this intimate blend of haikus, short poems, and razor-sharp reflections, Dem Blake dismantles silence and sculpts emotion with surgical precision. From heartbreak to power, seduction to betrayal, each piece is a glimpse into a mind that feels too deeply and trusts too rarely. This isn’t a book of love poems. It’s a book of control, release, and the soft war between wanting to be known—and refusing to be owned. These are the things he never said out loud. Until now.

Le Silence Au-Delà de Toute Chose” Et s’il existait une présence si fondamentale qu’aucune idée ne puisse la contenir ? Une entité si étrangère que même le concept d’existence ou de non-existence s’effondre à son contact ? Dans un cosmos sculpté par les courants du Réalisme Modal, où chaque pensée donne naissance à un monde réel, les lignées de dieux, les Ordres Taoïstes, et les Gardiens de la Cause s’affrontent dans l’ombre d’un effondrement ontologique imminent. L’équilibre entre les réalités possibles s’effrite, percé par une structure que rien ne semble pouvoir définir, une faille silencieuse dans la logique de tout ce qui fut jamais possible. Anameon, entité muette, source et silence de toute chose, se révèle peu à peu dans les fractures de la narration. Non pas en tant que force, mais en tant que négation de toute structure, dissolvant même la notion de pouvoir. Kaelen, dernier témoin du Tao Divisé, cherche à comprendre ce qu’il ne peut embrasser. Et dans sa quête, il découvre que le monde… n’est peut-être jamais né.

Maryann just a normal woman with tourette syndrome who didn't know love until he met Don Louis..

Myra is a high school student in her final year. She went to get he report card, only to realize she had failed miserably, And will spend another year in school if she failed the second round. However, Once she arrived back home, she realized that her life is going into an entirely different course, in this action manga-inspired novel, Myra will be learning the truth about this world, and unlocking something hidden deep within her.

With a smile on his face and genuine content, Tion gladly accepted that he would be nothing more than a humble farmer in this life, but then the Empress came and said, "I am your mother." Now the prince of an empire, Tion decided to become an at least notable and useful member of the Royal family, but then the black gourd showed up. "I am hungry" With hope now ignited and a new path opened to him, Tion decided that he wanted to become the most powerful being in the world, but then she came along "I'm the vampire princess, and I am also your betrothed follow me." Everyone had what they wanted Tion to be, but what about what he wanted to be, did they think him a powerless boy forever.

She wasn’t born. She was performed. ——————————————- Behind the curtains of a forgotten theatre, a masked performer acts out the same tragedy every night — to an empty room. But when a bleeding girl with broken wings and a bloodstained axe appears in the shadows, everything begins to unravel. She calls herself Ember. She says she knows him. She says he called her into existence. And the scariest part is — she might be right. As the stage begins to collapse and the ghosts of his former selves rise from the audience, the performer is forced to confront the truth: Ember isn’t a stranger. She’s what he buried. What he tried to erase. What he burned alive to survive. Now she wants the final act. ———————————————— A gothic psychological descent into identity, obsession, and the art of self-destruction, The Theatre of Hollow Things is a story for anyone who has ever felt like their skin was a costume, like their voice belonged to someone else, or like their pain was mistaken for performance. This is not a story about becoming someone new. This is about dying into who you really are.

A story of a man who tries to find what took his kids away from him and make its life hell

A crew of an alien merchant ship finds a cryogenics capsule drifting through space, and soon discovers that inside the capsule is a being they have never seen before... a modified human, a clone. After this human saves their lives, they now commit to helping him find his home again. But this will not be easy, hidden forces and unrevealed secrets may destroy everything they know. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com & webnovel.com & www.reddit.com/r/HFY & www.patreon.com with the same novel name!

After a global dimensional shift, millions of people from Earth are summoned to a new world. Each person becomes a "Lord" with a unique land type—desert, mountain, forest, volcano, ocean, etc.—and receives a governing System. Kaelen Vire, the MC, awakens as the Ocean Lord, with a 100% drop rate system that allows him to recruit and evolve sea-based soldiers. His younger sister Lyra becomes a Rare Beast Summoner whose beasts can also evolve. They start on a remote island with a struggling village. The story follows Kaelen’s journey from a village leader to world emperor, ruling a vast ocean empire while navigating politics, war, harem bonds, and the secret behind the world.

Sold to London's notorious Burman Bar by her father, defiant Dixie emerges from a crate swinging. Beaten bloody by the bar's intimidating, silent Enforcer for attacking the resident medic, her spirit remains unbroken. "Run?" he grunts, wiping her bloodied lip. "...Run." she rasps, defiance blazing. Instead of escape, Dixie ie shackled with an apprenticeship: to him. Under his brutal, wordless tutelage, she learns the bar's violent rhythms — breaking brawls, collecting debts, navigating its neon-soaked, alternate-Britain underworld. She discover a shocking aptitude for its controlled chaos. The Enforcer, a fortressof silence, observes her transform from feral scrap to lethal shadow, her instincts mirroring the bar's savahe pulse. Their world is fractured glass and sawdust, punctuated by bursts of violence. As Dixie masters its brutal dance, the unspoken tension between mentor and apprentice deepens. Shared glances hold volumes；protective instincts flare amidst the brawls. In this crucible of fists and flickering neon, Dixie finds not just survival, but a perverse belonging. And the man who broke her might be forging something far more dangerous—a bond neither can name, forged in blood and Burman's shadow. Can silence hold back the heat of this violent, inevitable collision?