Van Helsing Scream

The Immortal Emperor, after being betrayed, was reborn as the peasant Luo Yang. He possessed the "Glance" ability, understood medical skills, knew martial arts, and came with a natural flair for showing off. In the long journey of life, everything is inferior; only showing off is supreme. Watch as the little peasant Luo Yang struts his stuff like the wind, ascends with vigor, all with the determination to show off so grandiosely that it tears through the heavens.

> They say time heals all wounds—but what if time is the wound itself? Ayat was never meant to be broken. But when your past haunts you louder than your present, survival becomes just another form of pain. Trapped between a silent scream and the ache of memories that won't fade, she clings to the one thing that once felt safe—his arms. But safety never lasts. Agony is a psychological drama about guilt, trauma, and the quiet war inside a girl who looks fine—but is falling apart, piece by piece.

Zark Van Polan, a paranormal investigator, gets tasked with a rescue mission to travel to Hell to save a baby with unknown powers. Beside him, he has several comrades, such as a Spirit, a demon witch, a guinea pig, a toddler demon, and a baby princess dragon. He does not realize that everyone has a part to play in this mission, parts that will have repercussions for everyone involved.

It all started with a Book review… [To Kill A Demon Lord…] had everything; It had Magic, It had action, it had an abundance of interesting characters and—probably most important of all—it had Vampires. Kevin (Username: Kevin_The_Man) enjoyed the read. Stayed up to date with every chapter update and it quickly became his favorite Webnovel… That was until the Author killed off his favorite character, Caius Von Helsing, A Vampire Spawn who spent most of the story frustratingly resisting his Vampirism so as not to ‘become a Monster’. Kevin quickly wrote a review expressing his dissatisfaction so naturally, when the Author replied and asked for Kevin’s help in making a revised edition of the story, he quickly accepted… … Only to fall asleep and wake up in the world of [To Kill A Demon Lord…] as none other than his favorite character, Caius Von Helsing, the Vampire Spawn. Kevin—now Caius—quickly discovers that there is so much more involved in making a ‘revised edition’ of a novel than simply writing it. And that there are powerful forces that especially want Caius to die and stay dead… … But that death is still quite in the future so Kevin—now Caius—is quickly optimistic. He has a mission now; To enjoy the wonders this world has to offer—as the original character never would—by fully accepting and evolving his nature as a Vampire.

The story is about an author named Van, who is famous for his amazing works. Unfortunately, he dies without reason before he could finish the ending of a novel he was working on. When he opens his eyes, Van meets a [God] who reincarnates him into his unfinished novel and asks him to create the ending of the story through his own hard work. Van realizes how unlucky he is, as he has been reborn as the main villain of the novel. Aware of his dangerous fate, Van works hard to become stronger, using his knowledge as the author of the novel to create his own ending on a path full of obstacles, danger, threats, and death.

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. ✿ Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. ✿ Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. ✿ Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

The king is dead. The capital burns. And the last heir to the throne is running for her life. In the forests of one of the five great states, a boy raised in solitude lives unaware of the world… until an arrow and a scream change his fate. He knows nothing of castles or bloodlines, but when he sees a girl chased by bandits, instinct forces him to act. Unwittingly, he becomes the guardian of a secret that could alter the future of Argenmaris. And with it… an enemy to all who seek power. A tale of war, survival, and loyalty. When the king falls... the true battle begins.

Ia dibuang tanpa nama. Tapi takdir mencatatnya dengan tinta bangsawan. Jatmiko tumbuh di gang sempit Kediri, di bawah atap bocor keluarga miskin. Tak ada yang tahu: bocah itu mewarisi darah keluarga ningrat Eropa—keturunan Van Laar, nama yang dahulu menggetarkan ruang istana dan diplomasi. Di balik tatapannya yang tenang, tersembunyi kecerdasan manipulatif, daya analisis setajam belati, dan jiwa yang tak pernah menunjuk—hanya menuntun. Setiap hinaan dibalas diam. Setiap konflik dikembalikan dengan seni menghancurkan tanpa teriak. Tapi ketika rahasia besar dunia atas mulai menampakkan diri—politik, bisnis, pengkhianatan, darah, dan takhta—Jatmiko tidak datang untuk meminta tempat. Ia datang untuk mengambilnya. Karena darah Laar tak mengenal tunduk. Ia hanya tahu: mengatur.

Throughout realms and realities, a world was formed in silence yet grew to become the greatest ever known. In a world forged not by divine hands, but by intelligence itself, knowledge is the blade, and the mind is the battlefield. For the first time in all existence, humanity rose. Not by faith, nor magic, but by thought alone. And in doing so, they stood equal to those aboves. Fearing they would be devoured by the hungering eyes beyond, a great watcher from outside decided to bend the sky into a barrier and create a Gate connecting the outside world to the one within. And finally, a guardian was created to protect humanity. With that, the world was sealed. Until the day they could protect themselves, the world must be protected. WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, psychological trauma, and a power system that probably will melt your brain. Read at your own risk.

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.

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

Many people wish to be transported to another world, beautiful women, supernatural powers, adventures and the list continues. But what happens when you are born in a place where almost everyone see you as a tool, which turned out to be useless for their purposses. Falling into the depths of despair after losing what he cared for the most, the unmistakable sound of a notification changed his destiny and the one of all the planes of existence, but was it for the good... or not? "The host's current body is too shitty for the system, physical reformation in progress", "physical reformation complete, as a one time reward for surviving the host might ask the system for a wish". Follow Daimon on his journey through a world where the existences called "Gods" are only higher ranked mages. ------------------------------------ Achievement rewards: 300 power stones= 1 extra chapters (The reward chapters will be posted on the week, on a random day) ----------------------------------- If You like monsters folklore and cute girls then be my guest ----------------------------------- The cover is not mine, so all the credit for the right owner ----------------------------------- The story will have a lot of dark elements so if you don't have stomach for that then I suggest you to leave, oh also i'm quite a pervert myself so be prepared for that (NO NTR). ---------------------------------- Finally, enjoy the story and if you like it please do support me with your golden tickets, power stones and reviews they will help me a lot.

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.

The war didn't begin with a battle. It began with silence. A year ago, a colony went dark. No distress call. No survivors. Just a scream buried in static — and then came the monsters. Now, the Apex Dreadbornes — “D-Borns” to the grunts — are everywhere. They tear through outposts, breed in nests of flesh and bone, and adapt faster than humanity can respond. The United Coalition fights back with everything it has. But their deadliest weapon isn’t a bomb or a gun — it’s a rare few soldiers who can sync with Exo-Warframes: advanced combat suits that turn ordinary humans into walking war machines. No gods. No miracles. Just bullets, bone, and blood. Welcome to the Infernal Front.

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

After her fairy-tale marriage to Duke Kilian van Veldemere, Duchess Lysanne begins to change. She withdraws from court. Whispers spread. And then—she vanishes. Each disappearance leaves her more distant, more haunted, as if carrying memories she refuses to speak aloud. As love turns cold and tensions rise, the duchess makes a decision that will alter not only her future, but his. In a world where loyalty can be deadly and even time is not what it seems, Lysanne and Kilian must face the truth of who they are, what broke between them… and what might still be saved.

Mike As he was called was in his hospital bed waiting for his death since he was born he finds himself in that bed never seen the sun or the moon outside the hospital with an incurable disease he fought bravely until one day he couldn't take it anymore and closed his eyes thinking he who died ended up in front of God, I'm sorry for your suffering, we made mistakes here up there was to put another person in that body, but the person has already been fired, don't worry, you have two options or go back to that world or surprise me I'll leave it to you, which one do you choose? Mike had read many novels about it while in hospital bed, what he misses most was his parents who came every day at the beginning, but over the years they stopped coming and sent the maid to bring books and other books. things that was needed for him all this in his mind brought agony suffering pain. I can ask for something I want to reincarnate in that world, but not at that time, but about 3 millennia ago God was surprised by it, because everyone would choose to reincarnate in the New World. Continue I want to know more God So I said about your idea. so Mike said I read a lot of mango books and I always dreamed of going to another world, but I saw that Earth is a beautiful world because of his storybook that he when my teacher came to teach me, so I really want to be reincarnated on earth, but of course I want to have the power that I would have in the New World. God then began to analyze and see what could be done. This book will be based on the superstitions of films books posted here The Vampire Chronicles Underworld Van Helsing 30 Days of Night Priest Dracula Untold Hotel Transylvania

Van and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was bestowed with unfair skills. Due to some of said skills, he gained a harem, which in time, included the girlfriend Van made in the world. After beating the Demon Lord, and after finding out his girlfriend had been stolen from him, he got very upset and so he went to propose to... The Demon Lord...!?

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

The world government is a corrupted organization, they're selfish, cruel, and apathetic. People are dying, tortured, and enslaved. This world is set to the modern era, though their knowledge doesn't exist, they don't know Science, they don't know Math; no knowledge. It is believed that there is a library, locked with “energia”—nobody knows. One day, a village was shook by a loud scream—it was an old man, and this old man is the contributor, the most intelligent in their region. “Find my green book..” he announced, mentioning that his prophecies were true.

[[MATURE AND DISTURBING CONTENT, R18+!!]] As Charlotte embarks on her seventeen journeys around the sun and into eighteen-candle starlight, almost like the young woman on the brink of her birthday, her golden hitherto spoons fall into the ground and shatter. In breaking the walls of the estate, which was very ostentatiously furnished by family members, she settles upon the edge of freedom and soon finds herself in an impending fatal alliance with the inscrutable and formidable Madame Dorothea, who has the power to promise her the one thing Charlotte craves most – liberation. The price for freedom is costly, indeed. Hidden in secrets and treachery, Charlotte is instructed to unravel the dark and tangled history of the Calestinia family within this world. Each increasing layer of its mysteries reveals still more about the truth of Charlotte's own identity and those forces pulling her toward a fate rife with uncertainty. Van Deloney: Webnovel Version [Read the story to find out what happened.] Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains violence, heinous crime, swear words, and other disturbing scenes. Please be guided that the author had already warned you. Advertisement: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, laws and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ALSO AVAILABLE ON: Wattpad [[AWARDED AS THE AMBY AWARDS]] Wattpad Username: Signora Dmitrei

What do humans want most, money, fame, power? Born an orphan, Aster saw all the other children be adopted and get into caring family, as for him, he grew in the orphanage, studied and found a job, a simple yet fulfilling life as he decided to help raise funds for the home in which he grew. Unfortunately fate seemed to play him a bad taste joke, a crazy robber, a gunshot and a bomb, why did I have to step in, when I have never cared about other people business, he wondered as his life faded away. The next thing he knew was that he was being held in the arms of the most beutiful woman he has ever seen, did he died and went to heaven, did he finally gained what he desired so much, or is he being a victim to some kind of scheme. The asnwer came to him as he was gazed by the tender eyes of that woman, the warmth of a family he longed for, during 18 years of his life, he finally got to experience it, so what could go wrong. If you were given a second chance, will you follow your desires even if they were against common sense? Follow Aster on his travel trough the multiple planets and realms as he gains the title "The Perverted Primordial" ------------------------------------ Achievement rewards: 800 power stones= 1 extra chapters (The reward chapters will be posted on the week, on a random day) ----------------------------------------------- Copyright the cover image is not mine if you are the author contact me and I will take it down. ----------------------------------------------- English is not my main language so there might be some grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------- Finnaly if you don't like harem and R-18 chapters this novel is not for you. (No NTR btw). ----------------------------------------------- If you like my novels please do support me by voting with your power stones, and reviewing them, also please give it a try to my other novel "Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System". ----------------------------------------------- For all those who are still reading this lets start our long journey.

After the fall of his father's kingdom, the illegitimate prince "Van" flees into the forest with the Black Knight. Years later, after intense training, he returns on a quest to reclaim his glory— to build an empire forged from victory, betrayal, love, and blood.

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.

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.

> "Diez nombres. Diez vidas que me arrebataron todo. Ya no soy el niño débil que sollozaba en el rincón del aula. Mi tío me enseñó a convertirme en un arma. Y una por una, esas sombras van a desaparecer... aunque las manos que me arrastren al abismo sean las mías".

The Stone Emperor, freed from his stony slumber, marched north with Kael’s dagger in hand, his veins burning with vengeance. Along the way, he forged uneasy alliances—a rogue Vein-Touched scholar, a witch bound to the old gods, and a scarred mercenary with a grudge. Together, they carved a bloody path toward the Black Spire, where the noblewoman, now a writhing abomination of flesh and shadow, awaited. In their final battle, the Emperor unleashed Crimson Blood Genesis, drowning her in a storm of molten ruby. Her last scream faded as her body dissolved—not into death, but into something worse. The dagger pulsed. Hungry.

Locked in a rotting dungeon, bleeding and broken, a nameless prisoner clings to a single truth— His pain is not his weakness. It's his power. With every wound, he can forge weapons. With every scream he suppresses, he crafts tools. His blood is his currency. His suffering, his forge. No magic. No allies. Only a broken body, a sharp will, and a forbidden ability that could change everything. When the guards least expect it, when the chains feel heaviest—he moves. Because pain… is the sharpest blade of all.