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One by one, the bodies fell. The mask opened and fed on them all, while a nauseating heat spread through his guts. A cascade of notifications appeared: [30 blood points acquired.] [Demonic wolf abilities obtained.] [Mission completed. Progress: 10/4.] [Skill acquired: Night Vision Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Regeneration Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Super Hearing Level 1.] Josuke breathed hard, hands shaking. —Good…— he gasped —At least… I got something… The system updated with a metallic chime: [Mission complete. Congratulations, host. Please review your statistics.] A red floating panel opened, displaying a skill tree full of gray icons and a few pulsing in red. —This is… like a damn videogame— he whispered bitterly. He glanced down to the stats section: Strength: Level 40 Speed: Level 40 Endurance: Level 40 Attack: Level 50 —My attack… ten points higher…— he murmured in a thin voice. The system spoke in a neutral tone: [BLOOD SYSTEM]: You may use the 190 blood points acquired to increase attributes.

Kota Sakamoto—virgin weeb, social reject, and hentai game addict—gets sucked into a perverted dungeon world straight out of Carnal Labyrinth EX, the 18+ erotic strategy game he secretly 100%-cleared. The catch? All eight of his hot classmates and their strict MILF teacher got dragged in with him. The other catch? They hate his guts. Worse still, this dungeon world is exactly like the game—every level a twisted, orgasm-fueled survival puzzle where failure means death by overstimulation, lust-monsters, or trap-triggered climaxes that literally drain your soul. He’s the only one who knows how to survive. They either listen to the virgin... or moan themselves to death. Bondage plants, lewd slime traps, fetish trials, and orgasm boss fights await—and the only way forward is obedience. What starts as reluctant cooperation turns into obsession, as each girl slowly falls for the boy they once mocked... …the virgin who’s now their dungeon master.

Zukhanyi has lived a life carved in shadows, her hands stained by a fire she never meant to light. Naledi carries scars she never asked for, protecting a secret that changed her forever. When their paths cross in a quiet village outside Durban, what begins as survival becomes something far deeper — love, built in silence, cemented in truth. Together, they create Embers & Ash, a charcoal business built with strategy, sacrifice, and secrecy. But as they rise, the world begins to notice — and so do those who want to see them fall. Haunted by their pasts, hunted by corrupt officials, and bound by a love that refuses to break, Zukhanyi and Naledi must decide: keep hiding, or burn everything down to protect what they’ve built. In a world where truth is dangerous and love is rebellion, silence may be the only weapon left.

He didn’t open the book. The book opened him.” Seventeen-year-old Jude Mercer thought his life couldn’t get worse. Homeless at fifteen. Alone. Cursed with bad luck and worse pizza. Until he found a strange leather-bound book behind a dumpster... ...and woke something ancient. Something hungry. Meet Ereth-Kaal: an eldritch curse older than humanity. And now? He’s inside Jude. Blood, horror, dark comedy, and a whole lot of screaming. Welcome to the beginning. Welcome... Under My Skin.

In a world shattered by a devastating meteor shower, nature has turned hostile. The skies bled strange lights, wild life mutated into horrors, and humanity awakened to supernatural powers in a desperate bid for survival. Cities became fortresses, and the awakened, powerful humans were the military might of every nation. But not everyone was gifted. Riven, an F-ranked Awakened, is a Cleaner — the lowest rung on the ladder. His job? Scrape up monster guts, salvage what’s valuable, and stay out of the way. His life is simple, thankless, and dangerous in the shadows of real heroes. That is, until the day he cuts open the corpse of a grotesque chitinous behemoth… and finds a strange cocoon pulsing with life. One thing led to another it later hatched because of his blood. And she stepped out. And let's say she ended up making him a monster... and a father... A father of a massive colony.

Hatz is just a lowly magical waste collector. No magic. No skills. No prestige. Armed with nothing but a mop, his job is to clean dungeons after adventurers finish their work—hauling monster guts, blood, and leftover arcane sludge so nobody slips on a dragon intestine. The pay is trash. The respect? Nonexistent. And his dream of becoming someone important? Buried under piles of monster remains and burning goo. But everything changes the day he finds a forgotten magical orb, and a mysterious voice tells him he has gained experience... from cleaning. Leveling up by mopping floors? Unlocking skills by scrubbing slime off dungeon walls? A system that rewards him for being the best janitor in a world of heroes? Yes. Now, with an energized mop and increasingly ridiculous powers, Hatz is about to rise in a world that looks down on him—smacking monsters into oblivion and cleaning his way to power… and maybe, just maybe, to the top of the magical hierarchy. Because sometimes, heroes don’t wield swords…

At age 3, she knew who she wanted to marry. At age 10, she gave away her first kiss. At age 20, she became his personal bodyguard. For her childhood best friend to still run away after all this, what was the point of her learning marital art all these years? The saddest thing to come out of all this was the fact that she was the one feeling burdened all this time… Five years later. “Mommy! How come I am so cute but I do not have a daddy?” “How should I know? Go ask your daddy!” Xia Yuxun watched the newly married couple through the TV screen and answered without looking back. Half an hour later, at the live wedding that was being broadcasted, a crying child was grabbing onto the groom’s leg and screaming “daddy”. The man stared at the miniature version of himself and asked, “Where’s your mommy?” Xia Yuxun, who was watching this live show gulped, “You brat, you are digging your mom a hole!”

WARNING! DARK FANTASY Madness is like a whisper at first. Soft. Harmless. Almost comforting. But the longer you listen, the louder it becomes. Until it’s screaming—and there’s no turning it off. Too late for me. It’s already inside. They said I was unstable. Delusional. That I imagined the blood. The mirrors. The things crawling behind the walls. But I know what I saw. They put me in here to silence me. To “treat” me. But this place—this asylum—it’s the real madness. The hallways shift. The clocks tick backward. And the patients… they aren't human anymore. What is this place? ...and who was I before I forgot? But the real question is—what’s remembering me? Discord channel: https://discord.gg/YPak2qGN

When amateur archaeologist Lila unearths a cursed amulet in the desert, she expects treasure—not waking up trapped in the body of Queen Aurora, the legendary Phoenix Queen whose downfall doomed an entire kingdom. Now, with a fiery phoenix spirit screaming prophecies in her ear and warring factions expecting her to fix centuries of ruin, Lila faces an impossible choice: embrace her new identity to restore the seven flames and unite the fractured realms, or fight to return to her old life—even if it means destroying the kingdoms forever. But the amulet’s power is growing, Aurora’s memories are bleeding into hers, and the line between hero and villain is crumbling. With dragon lords scheming for war, shadowy enemies hunting her, and a brooding royal guard who’s convinced she’s an imposter, Lila must outwit them all before the amulet consumes her completely—or the real Aurora takes back control. The crown is heavy, the flames demand sacrifice, and time is running out… will she rise as the Phoenix Queen, or burn the world down to escape?

[You have slain an unknown divine shadow] In a dark cave deep within Yuno Mine, a young daredevil stood over a dissipating figure. A gut-wrenching weight of tribulation filled his chest. After the Great Doom War, humanity fled into the stars, leaving their home world drowned in radiation and ruin. Centuries passed, a young man named Enzo takes on the job of a freelance Weaver, hopping from planet to planet using Weave Pod technology, fighting for a better life. On one particular mining mission, he is drawn into a series of mysterious events where he is infected by a strange anomaly—Stardust. Now, he must face trials of the past and present as they collide before his very eyes. [Weaver, prepare for your first voyage]

1981. Small-town nobodies. No label. No future. Just noise. Until the sound hit. Gritty. Wild. Untamed. The band Saints was born in a garage no one believed in. But when their music explodes onto the underground scene, they go from local outcasts to the face of a revolution. Arena tours, magazine covers, screaming fans it’s all happening fast. But the world of rock isn’t just glory. It’s pressure. It’s betrayal. It’s control. As industry giants close in and rival bands circle like vultures, staying true to the music might be the hardest gig of all. This is our story. How we broke the rules. How we changed everything. How we became legends. We weren’t made for fame. We forged it. This series contains mature themes including drug use, alcohol abuse, strong language, and adult lifestyles reflective of the 1980s rock scene. Depictions of sex, while referenced, are non-explicit and fade to black. Reader discretion is advised.

The world bows to Eleven God-Emperors until tonight. The last rebellion begins with a whisper... and ends with the sky screaming. They were never meant to win. The throne was never meant to break. That thing watching from the eclipse? It's been waiting for them. Hayuni dances through bloodshed in silks that slit throats, her fox-spirit whispering secrets no mortal should know. Payune marches in armor fused to her flesh, the last daughter of dragons carrying a sword that eats gods.

I died in peace and confusion. Woke up being devoured by my own Father. Turns out, divinity tastes like stomach acid and forgotten memories. I was Human... Now I'm...Hades, God of Wealth, Underworld and The Dead* A sentient divine clay puppet wearing a dead man’s dreams. *Complaints about Death itself? Please direct all grievances to: THANATOS, the God of Death (I just handle the riches and the screaming souls) Experience a reincarnation myth like no other, told through the eyes of the reborn god—and the souls who defy oblivion.

THE SUPER HUNTER SYSTEM #ArtemisProtocol Something dark has awakened in the wilds. Not just a monster, but a dark entity. Nature is screaming. Creatures are vanishing.Shadows stalk the trees. When the balance of nature is threatened, the wild chooses its champion. Struck by lightning deep in the forest, Keith awakens with the mark of Artemis—the Goddess of Hunting—and a mysterious elemental system pulsing through his veins. [ Congratulations! You have received Artemis Blessings] [ Super Hunter System initiated...] [ Loading...] "Take this power with you, and hunt down that wicked monster for me." But unknown to him.... The final boss is not a stranger.And some monsters… were never meant to be hunted. Loaded with quests, dark lore,system upgrades, secrets and tint of ROMANCE—SUPER HUNTER SYSTEM is your next obsession. Welcome. Your first quest awaits you.

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

In his previous life, Seo Hae-jin was a tyrant feared across realms—a villain whose name was synonymous with extinction. But when death finally claimed him, he did not find oblivion. Instead, he awoke reborn in a decaying magical world—armed with a glitched Sovereign Devouring System, and a mark burned into his palm: the Symbol of Dominion. From the body of a forsaken human child, he began again. At his command, countless black larvae hatched—creatures no larger than an insect, yet destined to evolve into horrors that would drown entire civilizations. These bugs devour everything—flesh, mana, memory—and grow without limit. He feels no pity. No remorse. No hope for redemption. As empires crumble and heroes die screaming, a single truth spreads across the stars: The Sovereign of Devouring has returned. He is no man. No god. No monster. He is extinction itself.

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.

How many years ..... have passed? Uh..one...two...three... uh..four...five..hmm. Five years....hmm..uhhhh...haahaaahaaa...[laughing loudly] ..Finally...finally..it is ready ..I am ready... screaming loudly Indra looked at his hands then towards the glittery glowing greenish blue crystal which had been just a plain black rock for last five years. He had been waiting stuck in a room with transparent walls surrounding him. The only view he could see outside was 'Nothing'..There was nothing ..not even a single non living entity. It was dark all around..but sometimes he could see a pinkish light dispersed in the surrounding which used to disappear after some time. The room he was in had been floating in this darkness unaware of where it was heading just lost in this pin drop silence. Surprisingly he had not been hungry nor tired in these five years. But he felt he would go insane in this loneliness and eternal silence....

She died screaming. She woke up smiling. This time, she’s the nightmare. Betrayed by the ones she loved and fed to the undead like disposable trash, Elara died with her heart shattered and her blood still warm. But death isn’t the end—not for her. She opens her eyes in the past, in the days before the apocalypse tore the world apart. Now, she has the knowledge of what's coming... and a soul full of fire. She won’t beg. She won’t trust. And she definitely won’t love—except maybe the dangerous man who remembers losing her once and is willing to burn the world to keep her alive this time. In a world heading toward hell, Elara is no longer the victim. She’s the one holding the blade. And this time? She’s ready to carve out her destiny—one betrayal at a time. --- TAGS: #Rebirth #ZombieApocalypse #SlowBurnRomance #DarkFantasy #RevengePlot #SecondChance TRIGGER WARNING: Gore, Violence, Psychological Manipulation, Betrayal, Graphic Deaths

The first thing they heard was Rachel’s scream. Then came the silence. Dorm 6A has rules. Unwritten ones. Whispers in the walls, shadows that move when no one’s looking, and names that should never be spoken — especially hers. Rachel vanished. No blood. No body. Just the sound of her voice… still screaming. Now Clara and her friends are trapped in the dorm the school swore was safe. The gates are locked. The teachers are lying. And someone — or something — is waking beneath the floorboards. The Third Drift has begun. "One must speak. One must bleed. One must vanish." Welcome to Dorm 6A. And whatever you do — don’t say her name. The first thing they heard was Rachel’s scream. Then came the silence. Dorm 6A has rules. Unwritten ones. Whispers in the walls, shadows that move when no one’s looking, and names that should never be spoken — especially hers. Rachel vanished. No blood. No body. Just the sound of her voice… still screaming. Now Clara and her friends are trapped in the dorm the school swore was safe. The gates are locked. The teachers are lying. And someone — or something — is waking beneath the floorboards. The Third Drift has begun. "One must speak. One must bleed. One must vanish." Welcome to Dorm 6A. And whatever you do — don’t say her name.

Thrown into a nightmare he never chose, Anthony wakes up in a world where pain breathes through every shadow. Here, death comes without warning, power is hoarded by monsters in human form, and the weak are erased without ceremony. There are no heroes. No second chances. Only those who adapt — or die screaming. Anthony is no savior. He carries wounds he won’t name. But in this world that devours, every scream becomes a weapon. Every failure, a mutation. To survive, he must evolve. Not to be strong — but to stop breaking. Because in this world, even the broken can become gods. Anthesis of Sadness is a journey of blood, will, and transformation — where the deepest tragedy may not be death… but the person we become to survive.

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

In a forgotten village lies an ancient, broken bridge—silent for years, but soaked in screams. When Maya’s father joins a government team to reconstruct it, he vanishes mysteriously. As Maya investigates, she uncovers a horrifying past: a ritual of blood sacrifices, a cursed foundation, and vengeful souls waiting for rebirth. The more she digs, the closer she gets to the truth—and to death.

The first thing Nyell did when he met his destined mate was try to punch him in the face. Why did it have to be the chief of that darned tribe? He hated his guts before meeting him, and he still hated his guts after meeting him. But as destiny would have it, this man asked for him in exchange for helping solve the disappearances plaguing Nyell’s village. As the chief’s son, Nyell took his duty of protecting his people to heart, and though it pissed him off, he accepted to become his. Now, it was only a matter of time before ending the serial disappearances and another before falling in love. Or not.

Mr Manchester sighed frustrated,what has he gotten himself into, he should have thought about it before handing it to that fool. He shouted angrily and threw the glass cup he was holding at the wall. "fuck" he screamed angrily, he couldn't risk his future, his family, his life. He had to do something and do it fast.

Abhokai was supposed to be untouchable — a kingdom of mana and marvel, ruled by the Valtaris bloodline, protectors of the realm. But when the Rift fractures above its skies, unleashing horrors that should not exist, even kings fall. Ethan Valtaris was never meant to be a hero. Born frail, overlooked, a prince with no weapon but strange golden-blue stripes crawling beneath his skin… he was just trying to survive. Until the monsters came. Until the creature with wings and a greatsword whispered his name like prophecy. Until his father died screaming it. Now, hunted by the unknown and haunted by power he doesn’t understand, Ethan is forced into a collapsing world where gods lie, bloodline secrets rot in shadows, and the only path forward may be through fire and death. The Bleeding Season has begun.

In a world where magic is breathed like people breathe air, humanity is born with powers called "Ether Souls"—every human is born bound to a primal soul that determines their magic type, class, and fate. But there is a sacred rule: > "He who is not born with a soul is not considered human." In the high capital of Aurelius, the nobles gather in the Tower of Souls, while the poor fight for a drop of energy. In the Soul Wasteland, where those born without souls are thrown, a boy named Eden is born. He was dead at birth. No soul, no pulse, no hope. But on the third night, he opened his eyes... and screamed. That scream tore through the walls of the place, and space cracked. He was born with a black, ethereal spirit... not of this world.

He hated bullies. He hated schools even more. So why the hell did he just agree to work in one? Dimitrios had one rule—never stay long enough to care. After transferring sixteen times in a single month, he was all set for expulsion number seventeen. But then, a mysterious voice echoed in his head: [Do you want a job? I swear, the pay will be good.] “…What kind of job?” [Stop bullying. At a school.] Sounded simple enough. Beat up a few jerks, collect a paycheck. Easy. Or so he thought. Until he arrived at Starveil Academy—a school that wasn’t a school. A battlefield disguised as a campus. A sanctuary for monsters disguised as students. Here, “Students”* wield powers that can bend reality, crush mountains, and rewrite the laws of physics. In this place, the weak don’t get bullied… they get erased. And into this chaos walks a powerless delinquent with a mean right hook and no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t have backing. He doesn’t have a legacy. But he does have one thing: The guts to punch a god in the face. [I am publishing this on Royal road with pen name (Unnikuttan)]

I used to be the Supreme God of Everything—until I was reborn into the body of a pink-haired schoolgirl… wearing bunny slippers. Now, nine different cultivation systems are screaming in my brain, my teacher wants me to lead a harem club, and apparently, I'm married to the CEO of DaoMart? Oh, and the Heavens are calling. But I have memes to post, a midterm trial fight with a literal dragon, and a schoolgirl squad war to win. Who said reincarnation had to make sense?