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Tale's of Yonus- The Chaos Chronicles

Sporadic chapter Releases --------- In the ever-shifting realm of Yonus, the fabric of reality is constantly under siege, twisted and contorted by those wielding unimaginable power. Over time, the populace has grown accustomed to this unsettling state of flux, adapting to the unpredictable nature of their world. However, the arrival of a new era shatters the fragile peace they've come to accept. From the depths of the cosmos, unfathomable horrors descend upon Yonus, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. These otherworldly abominations, once beyond the realm of mortal comprehension, now roam freely, spreading chaos and despair across the land. In the face of such overwhelming threats, the denizens of Yonus are forced to retreat to fortified enclaves, clinging to the hope of survival. Yet, amidst the despair, a flicker of defiance ignites in the hearts of the brave few who dare to challenge the encroaching darkness. As the battle for the fate of their world rages on, alliances are forged, secrets unearthed, and heroes rise from the ashes of destruction. With every passing moment, the stakes grow higher, and the line between salvation and annihilation blurs. The destiny of Yonus hangs in the balance, teetering on the brink of oblivion. Will the inhabitants muster the strength to reclaim their homeland and banish the encroaching terrors, or will they be consumed by the relentless tide of chaos? --- Book cover image still made by AI for now
TrueVoid45 · 51.1K Views

THE VALE LEGACY: ECHOES OF A LOST SOUL

The powerful Everest Group crumbles after Lyra Vale, its brilliant heir, is brutally murdered. Her manipulative stepbrother, Edric, and his cunning mother, Alina, orchestrated the plot, desperate for the vast Vale fortune. Even Lyra's fiancé, Finn Asher, was in on it, secretly involved with her stepsister, Talia. This twisted family history runs deep; Alina had also murdered Lyra's father, Koby, paving the way for his daughter's tragic end. But death isn't the end for Lyra. Her vengeful spirit refuses to cross over, instead possessing the unsuspecting body of Joey Valerie, a timid designer at Everest Group. Coincidentally, Stiles Elton, the enigmatic heir to a rival company, Aethel Design Group, has just moved into the same compound as Joey in Veridian End. Stiles, Lyra's best friend and secret admirer, is also the mysterious renowned architect known as "The Shadow Weaver." Pronounced dead, Lyra's fate drives him into a dangerous disguise. He's feigning travel, but his true mission is to investigate Lyra's demise and salvage her company. Trapped in Joey's body, Lyra's past is a blank slate, save for an inexplicable pull toward justice and a haunting echo of betrayal. She embraces Joey's memories, yet her personality is subtly changing, infused with fragmented whispers of Lyra's formidable spirit. Guided by the spectral whispers of a Grim Reaper and other ghostly visitors, she must piece together the shattering truth. A chilling memory, nudged by the Grim Reaper, solidifies Stiles's face in Lyra (as Joey)'s mind, making her believe him to be a dangerous foe. She's now torn between deep suspicion and an undeniable pull she can't explain, finding herself falling for the man she might never be able to trust. Can Lyra unravel the intricate web of deceit before her borrowed time runs out? And how will her entangled destiny aid Stiles in their desperate fight against Edric and his ruthless mother?
A_D_AEON01 · 1K Views

Ruler of the Infinite Void

In the neon-drenched slums of Jiangbei City, life is cheap and hope is rarer than sunlight. Wei Lingxu’s world explodes literally when a covert strike annihilates his family and scatters him among the city’s gutters. Hunted by triad enforcers, corporate assassins, and shadowy sects, he ekes out an existence on scraps and whispered warnings: “The Core… it’s yours… don’t let them.” Left for dead in a storm-soaked alley, Wei’s last heartbeat cracks open a cosmic doorway. The Void Core, an otherworldly artifact forged at reality’s edge, fuses with his soul and awakens the Omni Providence Matrix, a sentient cultivation system that charts infinite pathways of power…and unfathomable peril. Now, Wei’s very existence echoes across countless realms, alerting the Devourers: primeval predators who feast on fate itself. As the city’s underworld and clandestine sects vie for control of the Core, Wei must ascend the Path of Void, enduring life-shattering trials that grant him reality-bending abilities at the expense of his humanity: [Fractured Ember: Ignite void-laced strikes and glimpse alternate lifelines Echoing Rift: Phase through steel and weaponize sound itself Annihilation Flux: Unleash void blasts that drain foes’ willpower Astral Crucible: Forge soul-weapons and rewrite minor truths Nexus Convergence: Merge allies’ powers and pierce cosmic veils Transcendent Lattice: Reconstruct shattered realms and summon stellar storms Sovereign Apex (…and beyond): Reshape existence if his soul survives the cost] Between brutal street skirmishes, sect betrayals, and cataclysmic battles on floating citadels, Wei must uncover the hidden secrets of his bloodline and the true purpose behind his father’s final message. With each tier he conquers, the Devourers grow bolder, and the line between savior and destroyer blurs. In a universe where gods are forged in suffering, can a broken orphan ascend to become the Sovereign of the Infinite Void… or will he be the first to fall in a war that transcends every reality?
JMartin · 3.3K Views

ZARQA

Dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, and watch the old stories unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on? Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers. -------------------------- Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana... -------------------------- This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry. I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either. -----------------------Media------------------------- This book has many openings, check them out: [General opening of the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws] [Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI] [Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg] [Two Heavens Arc's ending: https://youtu.be/hO-XPQsCPFw] [Cursed Ring Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/PUF4H98y2B0] [ Persia Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/sSfG_uVSkQk] [Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0] -----------------------Updates-------------------------- Updated weekly, 2 chapters on weekends. Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV.
M0M0KA · 158.6K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.9K Views

In The Dark Sky Edge

Lein Arcel was a young man. He lived in a world where everything depended on the supernatural strength known as "Flux". Lein couldn't remember who he was or his parents, all he recalled were moments of gazing at the dark sky in the midnight. His quest for his self-discovery became an oddysey, fueled by an emotions he encountered and the mysteries of his own Cause, with the insanity mind he have. But... a sudden incident emerged: a Heavenly Genocide. The event forced Lein to fight for survival against a massive slaughter perpetrated by entities from the heavens. The realms divided into five worlds, including the realm of Earth, the realm of Reckoning, the realm of Redemption, the realm of Hell, and lastly the realm of Heaven... The abode of holy beings that ultimately attack the realm of Earth. Lein and his friends, Reo and Grace, fled their city to escape the widespread destruction, making their way to Medarie Capital City, a place none of them had ever seen before. It was currently the safest haven, serving as the largest evacuation center in the Celestial region. Determined to reclaim their world, Lein, Reo, and Grace joined the military academy in Medarie Capital City. There, they pushed themselves through grueling training, determined to find a way to counter the angelic forces that had brought destruction to their homeland. In a world plunged into chaos, Lein and his two friends fought bravely against the angels to protect the realm of Earth...
alanmunrai · 11.5K Views

Collateral Flux

Blaze of Glory A fart-propelled sniper. A time-traveling scientist with a broken hand. A sentient custard blob humming Glenn Miller. Together, they will accidentally break time, punch a god, and save existence from being edited into a bland Wikipedia entry. It starts on D-Day, 1944. Dr. Juniper Flux, a future-born, sarcasm-loaded chronologist with a glitchy time machine and a chroniton-infected arm, crash-lands smack into World War II. She’s supposed to observe quietly. Instead, she teams up with Hank Rigby — a flatulent sniper-poet with Dragonbone scars, a tragic past, and exactly zero impulse control. Together, they dodge Nazis, awaken a sentient custard blob named Yoggy, and ruin the multiverse's carefully curated silence. History gets rewritten. Gods get angry. One explodes from emotional oversaturation. Fifteen years later, the universe is broken. Entire timelines are being "shushed" by Reapers — cosmic librarians with giant scissors who hate jazz, love order, and really want everyone to just be quiet forever. Enter: the Custard Rebellion. Now, armed with a memory-firing revolver, a jazz-powered war mech, timeline tacos, and the collective trauma of an exploded pantheon, Juni, Hank, Kaelen Thorn (the last god of noise), and Yoggy must sing, scream, fart, and fight their way to the heart of the Greater — a being trying to delete every spark of emotion from reality. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s glorious. And it smells faintly of burned tortillas and cosmic regret. [five star] “Finally, a book that combines time travel, emotional damage, jazz warfare, sentient desserts, and fart-based heroics. I laughed, I cried, I loudly declared war on the Reapers using only a kazoo. If you don’t read this, you hate fun.” Deadpool (Probably)
Ranjit_Singh_6096 · 10.6K Views
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