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Neva and Rhett, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love. Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance. Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more. The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul. Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate. Illusion is where we live; in the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusive is serenity; an evermore sanguine of love. Visionary of paradise in the new earth; sows hope deep in the soul. Delusory pleasure of the world; shall bring us burns in the ocean of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of the man, even now bleeding red. The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man. He, who pretends to be the Hero. (The girl who promised to always be together, Forbids him to ever appear, Refusing to recognise him, She disregards all he ever had. Vowing to protect her, He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie. Tripping and ripping her, He's the living tragedy looming in on her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth; He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)

**Warning: This isn’t your typical cultivation story. If you're looking for a formulaic journey of power, turn back. This is for those who want their cultivation with teeth, grief, and gods that scream.** The Red Moon looms, its light bleeding across the ruins of a dead world. No voices remain, no echoes of the past, only the wind whispering through hollowed stone. Yet one figure still moves, tracing unseen steps beneath the crimson glow. The boy does not know how long he has wandered, nor why he alone remains. He remembers hunger, the weight of a knife at his hip, and the distant pull of something just beyond memory, a path he must walk, a dance he must complete. But the steps evade him, like a melody half-forgotten. There are things lurking in the dark, creatures that should not exist, bound to the moon's eerie cycle. Somewhere, beneath the veil of time, the truth is buried. Somewhere, within the forgotten rhythm of his own steps, the answer awaits. And when the dance begins again, it will either set him free or consume him entirely.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Eli’s life takes a terrifying turn when he finds an old, forgotten mirror hidden in his basement. Drawn to it by strange whispers, he unlocks a dark secret—a parallel world where twisted versions of himself and others are trapped inside shattered reflections. Desperate to escape, Eli makes a horrifying choice, only to find that he has unknowingly opened a door that can never be closed. As his reflection begins to bleed into reality, Eli faces the terrifying realization that the mirror’s curse isn’t just about looking into it—it’s about becoming it. With his body and soul pulled into a distorted version of his own life, Eli is forced to confront a version of himself he can never escape. In the end, Eli’s desperate attempt to shatter the mirror only traps him forever, his reflection now a nightmarish entity—bound to the glass for eternity, screaming as he fades into darkness.

[Warning: Mature Content 18+, Harem, No NTR!] He was only ten years old when his world turned to ash. Hidden behind a door, shivering with helplessness and fear, the boy peered through the keyhole and watched his parents die. He never knew who killed them. He never even saw the faces of those who took everything from him. The terror was too much for a ten-year old boy. His mind shattered, erasing that night from his memory. And then everything was blank, darkness in front of his eyes as he lost consciousness. When his eyes opened again, a man stood before him, a stranger with a gentle smile and eyes filled with something strange… pity? Or something else? "What happened here boy?” “Happened where?” “You don’t remember, do you?" "Remember what…? Where is father? My Mother?” "I guess this is for the best.” “Good boy. Your father was my dearest friend… and now, you are my responsibility. From now on, you will be my son." "You have no one left, boy… but I can make sure no one ever takes anything from you again." The man said gently. And then that man forged him into something inhuman. A weapon honed to perfection, a shadow lurking in the underworld. The mere whisper of his name - Draugr, A ghost that never truly dies, sent grown men into cold sweats, their legs trembling beneath them. The boy soon outgrew his master and carved his own legend in blood. But all this while he never stopped searching—for the ones who killed his parents, for the truth, for revenge. And finally, after fifteen years of silence, he was close. The last clue he needed was just within his grasp. It was so close, yet just an inch out of his grasp. He was ambushed, a trap he never saw coming. Wounded, bleeding out, fighting for his life against an army of men and women eyeing to claim his life, he should have died. But fate had something else stored for him. Barely holding onto life, he stumbled into a girl—fragile-looking, yet completely unafraid of the monster before her. She didn’t run. She didn’t scream. Instead, she smiled. She saved him. Took him to a hospital. And as he lay unconscious, she made her plans. But when he woke up… He had lost everything, He remembered nothing. Not just the truth of his parents' murder. Not just the years of searching. Not just the enemies and allies he'd made along the way. Not even his own name. Twenty-five years of his life—wiped clean. Now, in a world that fears his very name, with ghosts of a past he can no longer remember hunting him in the shadows—he must decide: Is he still the Draugr they all fear? Or is he just a man searching for the pieces of himself? And who is the girl who stole his fate and bound it to hers? ******

"“Serena, you are hereby exiled from the Silverstone Pack. You will remain exiled until the day you draw your last breath.” Serena, a Healer exiled from her pack for a crime she did not commit, accused of murdering her mate, the Pack Beta. The evidence against her was damning, warranting the harshest punishment: death. However, an oath between her father and the Alpha of her pack spared her life. Instead, she was cast into the wilderness, cursed to live as a rogue until the day she dies. Life as a rogue was treacherous, seeing the next sunrise was never promised. One fateful day, Serena stumbled upon injured strangers and saved their lives. In return for her kindness, she was granted asylum in Ironshade, the strongest Western Pack. Haunted by the loss of her first mate, Serena is determined to live in secrecy, until she discovers she has yet another fated mate. Her new mate is none other than Darius, the stoic Alpha of Ironshade burdened by the dark legacy of his father. The Ironshade Pack is on the brink of collapse, plagued by a mysterious curse. Serena’s arrival may hold the key to its salvation...or its ruin. As tensions rise, Serena and Darius find themselves drawn together with an undeniable bond. Together, they must confront buried secrets, face their deepest fears, and decide if their second chance at love is worth risking everything. "When the shadow of the Thorn bleeds into the light, And the wolf who carries death finds her second life, The moon will bless the broken bond, And the cursed will find peace at dawn."

In Neo-Pandora, 2247 time is a fragile commodity. The invention of the Temporal Engine granted humanity glimpses into the past and future—but at a catastrophic cost. Reality itself has begun to unravel, splintering into fractured timelines that bleed into the present. Amidst the neon-lit chaos of this dystopian metropolis, Detective Elias Voss, a disgraced chrono-physicist turned private investigator, survives by solving cases tied to temporal anomalies. Haunted by a failed experiment that scarred him with the ability to see time’s fractures, Elias walks the razor’s edge between the past’s ghosts and the future’s shadows.  When Dr. Lila Kane, a desperate Temporal Institute scientist, begs for his help, Elias is thrust into a conspiracy that threatens to erase Neo-Pandora from existence. A rogue experiment has unleashed a time rift fueled by the Fractured Hourglass, a mythical artifact rumored to hold dominion over time itself. As Elias and Lila race to stop the rift, they uncover a chilling truth: the Hourglass is merely a fragment of the Chrono Core, an ancient power capable of rewriting history—or erasing it entirely.  But the Core’s secrets are guarded by shadowy forces. From the neon-drenched underworld to the Institute’s ivory towers, Elias confronts rogue time travelers, paradox-born monsters, and his own fractured memories. Every step closer to the Chrono Core warps reality further, forcing Elias to question what—or who—is truly real. As the rift consumes the city, he must decide whether to repair time… or shatter it to save humanity Will Elias Voss outrun the ghosts of his past, or will time itself become his greatest enemy?  The Chrono Detective is a high-stakes journey through a collapsing world where every second counts—and every choice could doom reality itself. 

There is no sky in the Clockwork Empire. Only smoke. Only fire that remembers. In the heart of the Iron Spire, where the life of workers bleeds into steam and justice is sold for coin, a girl with fire in her veins walks alone. They call her witch. They call her kingslayer. But no one asks what she remembers when the flames rise. A forgotten war. A sister in hiding. A deal sealed in blood and silence. Then— A mission. A man who does not burn. Now the rules are breaking. She was meant to destroy. She might choose something else. But choosing has a cost.

Title: "The Forgotten Heiress: Rules of Rebirth" When Sang Ning blinked awake in a rural farmhouse, the 21st century gained its most anachronistic socialite. The former crown jewel of Ming Dynasty aristocracy—trained from birth to command households and outmaneuver concubines—now found herself reborn as Nan Group's long-lost heiress. Her "sister"? A champagne-drenched fraud waving a Stanford diploma. "Your honors thesis plagiarizes 14th-century embroidery manuals," Sang Ning remarked over afternoon tea, her hanfu sleeves fluttering like war banners. The Nans soon learned bloodlines matter: This "peasant girl" restored ancestral shrines in a week, turned board meetings into imperial courts, and made their five-star chefs kneel when serving shark fin soup. Meanwhile, Beijing's most notorious heir was breaking his own rules. Jason He, whose Lamborghini collisions made tabloid gold, found himself obsessed with teaching modern customs to the time-traveling noblewoman: "Handshakes require... seven seconds of eye contact." His thumb stroked her pulse point. "Corporate dinners mandate... partner dancing." His grip slid lower at the waltz's crescendo. When she pressed a jade hairpin to his throat after an attempted goodnight kiss, the billionaire playboy grinned through bleeding lips: "Careful, princess. In this era, drawing blood means signing marriage contracts." In a world of silicon valley and silicon fillers, a queen from China's golden age is rewriting the rules of power—and passion.

they're coming for me! to get it out on me ! should I bite my tongue to death or spank my head and burst it open ,so they can only see the bleeding flesh inside it? no!! that'd be of no use ,that won't stop them . all they want is a flush to inflict suffering on, dead or alive ,it doesn't matter to them ! it's of no use, even if my body is dead and slowly decaying it'd still be warm before it will get cold even if it has no longer a soul , it'd still hurt torture me all you want , throw me into burning pit ,break my head open and put flames in it let my brain burn to blisters and to ashes I'll scream for you even after my vocal chords are twisted do what you want , whatever it is ! , but I ask of you for just that one thing if you have what it takes to do that in your fleeting mercy!!. that four walled store room was eery as it can get ,that person heard a whimperering downstairs the basement , and unlike the one in the store room who resisted none ,the one from the basement cried for mercy and screamed for salvation it was stupid of them to do it so . they can't escape this ,no one can hear them from outside it was in their destiny to rot in there or atleast rot their rationality and minds before they will get out from that place !!

In a realm where immortality is a curse, survival is a war. Waled von Carstein, an undying lord bound by neither heaven nor hell, rules the shadowed citadel of Nachtspire with cold logic and an iron will. To the living, he is a monster; to his kin, he is the last hope. But when a betrayal shatters the fragile peace between vampires and mortals, Waled must forge alliances with the unlikeliest of allies: black-iron dwarves whose steam-powered war machines defy magic, and rogue high elves torn between loyalty to their corrupt queen and survival against a creeping Chaos. Yet the true enemy lies within. As Waled harvests fallen warriors to build his undead legion, he discovers a chilling truth: Eternal life demands eternal sacrifice. Every soul he resurrects erodes his humanity, and every drop of blood he takes binds him closer to the primal hunger he despises. Now, caught between the fanatical Holy Templars who brand him a devil and the scheming Eternal Queen Ariel who seeks to enslave his kind, Waled faces an impossible choice: Embrace the darkness to save his people, becoming the very tyrant the world fears? Sacrifice his throne to protect a humanity that will never accept him? But when an ancient evil awakens – one that devours both the living and the dead – Waled's war for survival becomes a battle for the soul of the world itself. "You call us parasites," he whispers to the dying paladin at his feet, "yet you bleed the earth dry for gold and glory. Who is the real monster here?"

In the midst of a heavy rainstorm, Jay's car speeds away from home, tears blurring his vision. The storm makes it nearly impossible to see, and as he approaches a slippery road and loses control of the car, sending it crashing over the sidewalk and hitting a man before the vehicle flips over. When Jay and the man he ran over regain consciousness, Jay discovers that the stranger is in far worse condition than him. Lying down, unable to move with heavy bleeding on his head. A mysterious voice from above then offers a grim choice "Only one of you will be given a chance to live". Faced with the dire situation and seeing the stranger’s critical state, Jay has made a decision.......

[ WPC FEB 2024 ENTRY ] Hao Chen, a very handsome young man, doesn't have anything except his little sister. As he was walking home from where he worked, he suddenly had an accident. A car hit him while he was crossing a zebra crossing. But Hao Chen knows one thing, if it was a deliberate act, knows who is the mastermind behind all this. Unfortunately he couldn't do anything at that time, due to his serious injuries. His head was bleeding, and even his bones were broken. Because the blood continued to flow out, staining the surrounding streets. Hao Chen, he died. But he didn't realize that there was a light that witnessed everything, about his entire life and his memories. "What a poor mortal, let me, the God Emperor, Hao Tian, ​​help you avenge yourself!" A voice sounded from the surroundings, its tone was arrogant and filled with elegance. Suddenly the light began to enter the depths of Hao Chen's body, who was now dead. *** Watch on by reading the first chapter of this novel, the adventure that the god emperor will go through who returns as a mortal! Discord server: https://discord.com/invite/4yCzqTCUhp _________________ Others Tags: Evil MC, Cunning MC, NO YURI, NO NETORARE, ECCHI, HAREM, Mature, Adult, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal, Backdoor Sex, Beautiful Females, Dao Companions, Dual Cultivation, Netori, Dragons, Demons, Phoenix, Conflict, War, Overpowered, Genius, Wise, Campus, Teacher, Milf, Alchemy, Sister, Young & Mature, Young Girl, Mature Girl, R18, Smut, Ecchi, Blowjob, Titjob, Kiss, Romance, Fantasy, Gods, Immortals, AntiHero, Villain, Rise, Rise of The, Chaos, Mystery, Polygamy _________________ Daily Mission: 50 Powerstones: 1 Chapters Bonus! 100 Powerstones: More 2 Chapters! 50 Golden Tickets: 2 Chapters Bonus! 100 Golden Tickets: More 5 Chapters! _________________ Remember if the cover on this book is not mine!

Waking up in the middle of a dream, a strange door appears in the house... Behind each door lies a different, unfamiliar world. In the nightmare world, Jiang Cheng exaggerated the news he got from the strong man and told it to the fat man. The latter was almost in tears as he listened, "If we die here, our entire family will bleed to death upside down?" "That's right." "Then why don't you seem that scared?" The fat man widened his eyes. Jiang Cheng turned his head and said in a very serious tone, "Because I'm an orphan." --- You can support me and read ahead at my Pa treon at Pa treon.com/CinderTL

Dreams can be deadly. Art can be a weapon. And love? Love is the most dangerous masterpiece of all. Arwyn Delacroix never knew his mother. All he has are the fragments of her life. And then there’s the gift his father left him: the power to bring his darkest fears and brightest hopes to life with the stroke of a pencil. Raised by a father who drowns his grief in silence, Arwyn aches to close the chasm between them. Every sketch he creates pushes him to a world called Terra Incognita, where countless of other artist's sketches bleed into reality. But, There were others that were present in this world. Kingdoms, landscapes, allies, friends, discovery. He meets a man, a living sketch who claims to know the truth about his mother’s death. Together, they unravel secrets his family buried. And so, Arwyn must choose: Become the weapon his enemies fear, or hold onto the boy his mother loved. In a world where imagination shapes reality, the greatest danger isn’t losing his life. It’s losing himself.

On a night of music and moonlight, Anirudh meets her—a woman as untamed as the Rajasthani winds, her laughter dancing through the rhythm of dandiya. In that moment, love feels effortless, untouched by the weight of the world. But then the riots come. Gujarat erupts in a storm of blood and screams, tearing through streets that once pulsed with celebration. The city turns into a graveyard of lost names and broken promises. Amidst the chaos, Anirudh searches for her, desperate to hold on to something pure in a world drowning in its own darkness. They escape, but some wounds are deeper than flesh. In the quiet of Udaipur, they try to rebuild, to outrun the ghosts of a love nearly erased. But can love survive when the past still bleeds? A story of passion found in joy and tested in devastation—of two souls who refuse to be torn apart, even when the world turns to ash around them.

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!

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured. All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

Fame can run a player's life, no matter how you say it the pride in your head will fill your veins. No matter the cost they'll throw themselves just to win a mere taste of that position. If they bleed for that spot the players wouldn't mind being in history. Greed or selfishness it doesn't matter when the ball calls to you wanting you too rule the field be the star people hope for. Your greed, your anger, and destain feelings being called and ruled by a mere object that wants to control you.

Ninety-Nine Thousand Memories is a brutal odyssey of LitRPG and Dark Fantasy. Asteron has died more times than he can count. More than 500 lives of agony, trapped in an endless cycle. But when a mysterious blood-red door drags him into an abyss of fractured memories, he discovers ninety-nine thousand forgotten memories that flood his mind with a torrent of violence, ancestral magic, erased wars, and skills forged in pain. Now, the knowledge of fallen empires burns in his veins, but the Ascendants, divine architects of his torment, want him back in their cage. His time is bleeding out, and every second lost brings him closer to oblivion. His only bet: an impossible hotel, where time is the currency and guests trade their remaining years for refuge. Here, in this place between worlds, Asteron weaves a web of allies and enemies as he fights to maintain his sanity on the brink of collapse. Visceral combats and an antihero at the limit of his resistance. Can a man with 99,000 pasts defeat a future that condemns him… or will his last life be the one that destroys him? Do you dare to enter the hotel?

[ WSA Entry ] Cassin Valen was born to suffer. A child of mercy in a world that knew none, he watched his mother burn for her kindness. Raised in the pits of despair, he learned to survive by shedding his humanity. But even survival came at a cost. When the only light in his life was snuffed out by a man in black, Cassin was left with nothing but rage and regret. Broken and bleeding at the bottom of a ravine, he should have died. Instead, he found a Shard—a fragment from an ancient source, cursed with power and purpose. Now, bound to a Shard that demands he "Restore what is broken," Cassin walks a path of vengeance and ruin. In a world shattered by the remnants of a divine Singularity, where Shards grant unimaginable power at a terrible price, Cassin must navigate a web of oaths, curses, and ancient secrets. But can a man who loathes his own existence restore what he himself has broken? -- Mc Titles: The Cursed, Shardbearer, The Broken, Herald of the Singularity, Oathbreaker, The Immortal, The Damned, The Last Ember, The Unforgiven. -- Dark Fantasy checked No Harem checked Morally complex MC checked Ruthless Mc checked Anti Hero checked -- Note From Author: I hope you guys enjoy this and feel free to give suggestions as this is my first work and I am just starting, hoping we have a long run together. Enjoy the Read! :)

*THIS STORY WILL BE SLOW PACED, I REPEAT THIS STORY WILL BE SLOW PACED* Betrayed. Broken. Trapped in the abyss. Derrick Steins was just another high schooler with dreams—until those he trusted tore his world apart. Left beaten and bleeding, he fell into a deep coma, his consciousness slipping into darkness… But when he wakes, it isn’t in a hospital bed. It isn’t in the world he once knew. It’s Hell. A realm of nightmares where the air stinks of blood, monsters feast on the weak, and the only rule is survival. Here, the strong reign as gods, and the powerless are erased without a trace. Derrick should be terrified. He should despair. But instead, something within him awakens—something dark, something hungry. He was cast aside once. Never again. If Hell wants a monster… he’ll become something far worse. This is his descent. His rebirth. His reckoning. This is Demon God’s Requiem.

"Humbra bleeds, ravaged by a relentless struggle for survival against the Leirions—powerful monsters, drunk on their bloodlust. Amidst this chaos, a young orphan, Leonard, haunted by a brutal past, discovers he is the catalyst for a grand future—a future darker than he could ever imagine. An orphan, with a brutal past and a thirst for revenge, he will need to overcome his traumas to stand a chance. Leonard's destiny intertwines with ancient secrets, unimaginable betrayals, and a world-shattering rage. The light of hope was extinguished long ago, giving way to darkness and the echoes of lament... But from this despair, a new hope arises: the Neumonds, wielders of powers that transcend life and death. Are they saviors... or harbingers of a final, devastating curse? Will Leonard be able to save everyone... or will his desire for vengeance end in a valiant death? Discover a world where... _____________________________________________________________ What to expect: An epic journey of revenge, secrets, self-discovery, and the struggle for power. A protagonist who evolves from a passive young man to a determined, overpowered warrior. The MC has a slow start for the sake of world-building. It will be better later. I PROMISE. Hang in there, and enjoy! What -NOT- to expect: Harem, NTR, Smut, Incest, or BL. Born as a Rambo. (Tagged > WeakToStrong)

Kaito was never given a choice. An orphan with no family, no warmth, and no future — the cold hands of an assassination organization shaped his life. Stripped of emotions and molded into a weapon, he lived only to kill, following the twisted orders of the one he called "Mom." She was never his mother — just a manipulative figure who saw him as nothing more than a tool. He became their most feared assassin — sharp, precise, and merciless. Yet in the end, his greatest strength became his curse. Out of fear of his talent, "Mom" betrayed him. Alone and bleeding out, Kaito’s world faded to black. But death wasn’t the end. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a new world — a body too small, too frail — and yet, he remembered everything. Memories of bloodshed and betrayal haunted him. Before he could make sense of it, he saw her — his mother. She wasn’t a commanding voice or a cruel manipulator — she was warm yet fragile, gentle yet strong. An elf mother, trembling as goblin cubs swarmed her, powerless to stop them. Something inside Kaito snapped. He didn’t think. He didn’t hesitate. He slaughtered the creatures without mercy — blood splattering the earth beneath his tiny feet. When it was over, he turned to her — battered, bruised, yet still trying to smile for her child. “Are you my mother?” he asked, his voice almost breaking. In her exhausted, teary gaze, he saw something he'd never known before — unconditional love. For the first time in two lives, Kaito knew what it meant to have someone worth protecting — not out of duty, not because of orders — but because she was his mother. And no one would ever hurt her again. No one.

In the year 1888, Britannia was a land of secret societies, warring clans, occultists, and enigmatic corporations. When Lorien awakens in London, he finds himself at the heart of it all. He is the first vampire to walk the streets of the city— But he will not be the last. Jack the Ripper. The Man with Two Faces. The Headless Horseman. The dead who wander the midnight streets drink his blood, and in turn, they will spread his legend. A world hidden beneath the surface, where warlocks invoke forbidden rituals, gods whisper from the void, and fractured timelines bleed into reality. Buried histories, shattered underworlds, and eldritch horrors— From the Lovecraftian Tombstone to the forsaken King Arthur— London is falling, and Lorien will carve his place within its ruins.

Little Iris is bleeding amid a field of vibrant flowers, her cries for her mother lost in the shadows. A weird pendant around her neck starts to sparkle as her life fades away, and the flowers emit a heady scent. The spectral image of her mother, a woman with heart-shaped eyes and ethereal beauty, appears from the perfume. She tells Iris the terrible truth: Iris is now the only chance in a fight against twenty ancient evils. Armed with a pendant that contains the secret of her parents' abilities and a heart hardened by loss, Iris must rise from the ashes of despair after her parents' deaths and the destruction of her planet. Iris sets out on a treacherous quest to find the horrors that murdered her family because she is driven by a desire for revenge and a thirst for the truth. However, she is forced to face her inner darkness as she learns the truth about the witch's knot pendant and the fate associated with its missing jewels. Will she give in to the anger that drives her, or will she have the fortitude to respect her parents' sacrifice and go in a different direction?

"They took her—tried to erase her from my mind—tried to leave me hollow. But I will carve through their so called magic, bleed their souls with my tech, and burn their gilded towers to oblivion. They can make forget. But for her... I WILL remember."

In the crumbling Kingdom of Valon, haunted by the remnants of a shadow realm long forgotten, Eleonora is an apothecary, capable of healing both bodies and souls with her unique gift. Despite being looked down upon by the many residents of the village for a crime she never committed, Eleonora spends her days brewing potions and helping those in need. So, when she comes across an injured soldier in the dead of the night, bleeding and left there to die, Eleonora doesn't think much before bringing him back to her little cottage. Her world is upended when the mysterious stranger turns out to be the Crown Prince, infamous for his cruel and merciless ways. Eleonora avoids the nobles just as fire avoids water, keeping her distance from them and, in turn, her life safe. But when Prince Callahan starts showing up everywhere she goes, Eleonora realises her days are numbered and her life span significantly reduced. After all, what could a man — rumoured to speak to wraiths haunting the shadow realm and accused of murdering his father, the last ruler, in cold blood — want from a nobody like her?

A scream echoes as Nero crashes into a world where nightmares bleed into reality. Stripped of his past, hunted by horrors, and tormented by a voice that feeds on his amnesia, Nero must confront the terrifying truth of who—or what—he truly is to survive. Meanwhile, Thalira Kyros is torn from her world and thrown into this strange land. With her family’s fate a mystery, she must navigate her doubts and the dangers around her, determined to uncover the truth and find her place in a world she never expected.