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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.

As a handsome guy with fame and wealth, Eddy could lay his hands on any beauty around the world. Unfortunately, his little brother down there was too weak to grant him such a wish. What happens when he transmigrates into a body whose little brother is always strong and prepared? He's going to create a harem and indulge himself, right? Sadly, it's not like on earth where every girl admires him. It's a world haunted by darkness and hunger, cruelty and self-centeredness. A world where he is a disgrace to his family. Monsters, among which there are the Venomous Beauties, roam its corners. He is too weak to even play drums, let alone hunt those monsters to win hearts of girls. Thankfully, [Hello! I'm the Goddess of Beauty! Nice to meet you!] #No yuri #No NTR #Spicy

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 !!

Dark Sapphic Bully Romance - Glyndon Walton: The Waltons, my family, are on top of the world, and very conservative. I’m a good girl who goes to church every Sunday to confess my sins. I’m loyal to my boyfriend aka my future husband. + Katherine Andrews: Since the rumor about me being a lesbian was spread around school, Glyndon and her group never stopped bullying me at school. I just had to bear the bullying a little longer, But I couldn’t… I needed to break her, to hurt her, to make her beg and cry, to destroy her, to make her desperate for me, to show her how much she wants and needs me… I needed her… ______ This book contains. + Good Girl (Bully) X Disrepute biker Girl (The Victim??) +A hint of sport romance +Gay awakening +Biker Girl + Crawling back to her +Height difference +Dark Romance + Stalking

Helia has spent her life in the shadow of her elegant and charming best friend, Elysia. Obedient and trusting, she never questioned the path laid before her—until the dreams began. Night after night, she sees glimpses of betrayal, of carefully woven lies, and of a future where Elysia isn’t the sisterly figure she claims to be. As these unsettling visions start aligning with reality, Helia realizes that her entire life has been nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion. Manipulated, controlled, and held back, she has been nothing but a pawn in someone else’s game. Determined to take back control, Helia throws herself into the one thing she truly loves: science. The empire is on the brink of disaster as deadly creatures emerge from the eastern borders, spreading a venom with no known cure. Helia is determined to prove her worth and break free from the influence of her past. But the more she fights to carve her own path, the more obstacles stand in her way until she realizes that the betrayal was only the beginning. Beneath the lies and deception lurks a truth far more deep than she ever imagined.

In the residence of the Duke of Zhenguo, the legitimate young miss, known for her icy demeanor, had transformed overnight. She, who usually regarded no one, woke up to confront anyone she saw with a few harsh words, using her frail body to intimidate so much that no one dared to touch her. Afterwards, this legitimate young miss began taking on retainers, nurturing powerful officials, engaging in commerce, and recruiting troops… Every act so shocking and audacious, it defied the norms and provoked fear in all who spoke of her! Yan Wanqing was seen as an enchantress and a disaster by the people, a thorn in the flesh and a nail in the eye that the ministers wanted desperately removed, an entity everyone shunned as if she were a venomous snake. Only the Crown Prince Mingyue, descending from the divine altar, in the dark, godless alleys, grasped her neck and repeatedly asked her, "Will you marry me or not?"

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

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!

Agent 202. Her entire life she has been sent out onto life or death missions. All was well, or as well as they can be for her, until her latest mission. She was to find the specified target and kill them on sight. She quickly went to the location HQ sent her and found the specified target walking down a crowded rode. Blending in with the road she walked up to the man, pulled out a knife and stabbed him through the back and into the heart and quickly took the knife out. The man only got to let out a scream before he died, however the scream caused people to look over and panic. Agent 202 tired to use the frenzy to escape, but fate had other plans. Someone knocked into her, pushing her into the road. The last things she saw was headlights. *I do no own the cover art, but I also don't know who made it*

"Yeah, yes, just keep going, I'm almost-" I heard a boy scream. Who the fuck moans loudly like that? I doubt the dick is that good for him to scream like that. I make my way towards the particular door, navigating through several people, some passed out drunk. Tipsy and nosy, I forcefully open the door to see Rex, the guy I imagined as a nerd, serious and asocial, giving handjob to Jess, my supposed friend. Of course it's not a big deal, we weren't dating. The problem was that I had a crush on him and we just kissed a few mins ago. Jess turned towards me, his face twisted in pleasure as he came. A cruel smirk then appeared on his face as we maintained eye contact. I left. That was the last time I saw Rex. A year later, we ended up in the same university, same Faculty, same street, same apartment, next door neighbour. -------------- "I bet you have wet dreams about me." he smirks, taking a sip of his drink making that 'ahh' sound annoying people do after taking a gulp of their drink. "Shut up Rex, you're not sexy or attractive enough for me to have wet dreams. So shut up and take your stupid drink inside with you." I said, going inside my room and slamming the door shut. I lied, Rex was attractive and sexy enough for me. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Their story started a little from A CHANCE AT LOVE but can be read as a stand alone. I'll explain their backstory here but there's no harm in reading A Chance at Love right? Enjoy!

Synopsis: My life was ruined in a single second. One second where I, Lana Renata, just wanted to step outside for a moment. One second where I slipped… on cat poop. And in the next second, I woke up in a world I didn’t recognize. I thought it was a dream—until I saw corpses everywhere. Elves, werewolves, and other creatures lay covered in blood. Before I could scream or run, two long-haired white elves grabbed my hands and dragged me to the wedding altar, their swords still dripping with blood. WAIT! NO!... I DON’T WANT THIS!... ((Support me and follow me on X and Instagram at 'Delilad Trenna'!))

Chase is born of no house or family to speak of, except for a sickly father, and his mother who vanished the day he was born, however years after the birth of Chase, his father still often speaks of her as if she was a true goddess. One day the story will begin, when Chase finds himself waking to the smell of embers, the screams of agony, and the beginning of chaos. For on that day, a Boy was Born...

Trapped in a factory that breathes like a living nightmare, Nathan unravels a truth darker than fear itself. The shadows whisper his name, twisting memories of his parents into haunting illusions. You were always meant to return. The walls pulse, the air hums with unseen terror. Something ancient is waiting, watching. But Nathan isn’t here to be consumed—he’s here to end it. As the whispers rise to a deafening crescendo, one question remains: Will he escape, or become part of the horror?

I yawned, fighting off sleep as my professor droned on about the three-body problem—even though it was notoriously unsolvable. 'Geez, why do we need to learn this?' I thought, shaking my head. Suddenly, a holographic screen materialized before my eyes, its message slicing through the monotony: "Moonfall Has Begun. Your Class Has Been Assigned.” I glanced around, and saw confused faces all over—everyone staring, just as bewildered as I was. 'Does everyone see this?' I wondered, my heart starting to pound. My screen flickered, then declared in bold: Main Class: Astral Equationist. Before I could process any further, a piercing scream shattered the classroom’s uneasy silence. I barely had time to register the sound as chaos erupted around me.

Many people wish to escape this boring life, or rather, everyone does. I was no different we also one of them. But back then, I hadn’t been summoned to another world. It didn’t take long for us to realize that this place was a true hell. We are going to used by them. Covered in blood, Avinash screamed, “One day, I’ll have them all beneath my feet!” Hero? What a joke.If by chance I survived.I show what is real hell. Suddenly window appears update complete loading...

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.

"Slaying the Demon King Should’ve Been the End, Why Did It Restart?!" Arthur No-Retirement, the strongest hero in history, finally defeated the Demon King. But before he could celebrate, a lazy god named Lazyus appeared and revealed that the world keeps falling into destruction cycles—forcing Arthur to be summoned back every time. After experiencing this for centuries, Arthur decides to break the cycle. He tries to marry the Demon King, but fails since this one is male. Switching plans, he kidnaps the Imperial Princess, establishes world law, and becomes the Dictator Judge. The world is at peace, but a new problem arises: his wife is a yandere who wants to fill the world with Arthur’s descendants. Decades later, he has 13 overpowered children, terrifying the entire world. Just as Arthur hopes to retire, his children ask, "Papa, when are we conquering other worlds?" Arthur can only scream at the heavens, begging the gods for mercy.

A tragic accident traps Jae’s soul inside Luna’s dreams, leaving her tormented by forgotten memories. Their connection, now existing only in the realm of dreams. Will she choose to face the past or let go of the love that lingers in her dreams? "Who are you?!" she screamed, her voice shaky with fear and frustration. "What have you done to me? How dare you change my clothes? How dare you to touch me?"

In the quiet city of Matsue, Chiori Hoga is just your typical freshman college student—bold, reckless, and hooked on pills to keep herself going. Her life is anything but ordinary, yet nothing could have prepared her for the horrifying event she witnessed one night. A scream in the darkness. A chilling presence. And a mystery that feels disturbingly familiar. As she digs deeper, an unsettling truth begins to unfold—one that might be tied to a past she barely remembers.

When I (Cas, formerly of Earth) transmigrated into this hellscape, I expected magic kung fu and cool sword fights. Instead, I got: Dimensional rifts vomiting out soul-eating squirrels and glaciers that scream. A cultivation system that ranked me “Worse Than Trash Tier.” (Thanks, anonymous ancestor!) The Otherworldly Tourist System, a deranged travel agency that rewards me for “sightseeing” in eldritch hellscapes. (“Take a selfie with that sleeping Lava Worm! 500 TP!”) My vacation package includes: ✔️ Tourist Points to buy god-tier gear (Divine Sunscreen: 200 TP! “Don’t melt, Host!”). ✔️ Gacha spins. (Got a new technique! And a lot of trauma!) ✔️ Sarcastic commentary as I outrun cosmic horrors. (“Host’s survival rate: 2%. Upsell suggestion: Premium Burial Plot™?”) Turns out, Earth’s monsters are just the previews. The System’s hiding cosmic wars, godly realms, and a tiny apocalypse brewing. But who needs answers when you’ve got a five-star review to leave for a screaming glacier? Cultivation. Tourism. Survival. Let’s hope I’m good at two of those.

Part of the Heavy Weapons sci-fi universe. Arc 1 & 2 - A small Nomad colony reports that thousands of people missing and no one dares to look into it, Diego Harley decides to investigate and becomes the fascination of dark, dangerous creatures that begin to obsess over him, putting everyone around him in danger as they try to claim him for their own perverted, reckless desires... Arc 3 - As the dust settles from the clash in arc 2, the corruption spreads and catches the attention of larger players within the universe, but as the crew some come to find, someone doesn't need to be corrupted- to be thoroughly corrupt. Might meets desire as the Rewritten expand their operations and show the universe that they are here to stay whilst Diego tries to find a way out of his new situation. 18+ only - This is a very adult story from the very beginning with strong focus on futanari on male action, it does have good story elements however (so i've been told) - if that doesn't put you off, please continue. Features anthropomorphic characters, violence, corruption, aliens and an awful lot of goo. Level 1 (GREEN) - Vanilla sex scenes, likely to be male on female Level 2 (AMBER) - More diverse and "saucier" sex featuring the corrupted cast and futa biology Level 3 (RED) - Scenes involving more alien biology, more fetish based work, potential soft non-con Level 4 (BLACK) - Unusual fetishes and potentially offensive scenes with hard non-con being a possibility

Reincarnated into an eroge brimming with cunning and seductive women, Shia quickly learns this world is no paradise. His childhood friend? A manipulative beauty with a penchant for control. The maid? A silver-haired, venomous tsundere. Even the elegant motherly figures hide sharp fangs behind their kind smiles. Fortunately, Shia knows this world’s secret: a unique system that only he can use. From making alliances with snake-like in-laws to hosting wild parties in the elf kingdom, Shia takes charge as the self-proclaimed administrator of chaos. But taming bad women isn’t easy, and Shia’s life quickly turns into a whirlwind of power plays, unexpected friendships, and wild nights.

*"Trapped in a place where hope is nothing more than a cruel joke, I have learned one thing—pain is the only constant. Every scream, every drop of blood, every shadow that moves in the dark reminds me that escape is impossible. But then I met her. In this abyss of suffering, she became my only light. Weak, broken, yet still fighting—just like me. Together, we dream of freedom, even when the world crushes us beneath its weight. This is not a story of heroes. This is not a story of mercy. This is a story of survival, of blood-soaked nights, and of a hope so fragile that it might shatter at any moment. Will we make it out? Or will we become just another forgotten whisper in the dark?"*

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The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

Five years ago, Guo-Li died on earth to a venomous serpent bite. He was born again on a fantastical parallel earth with magical beasts and other races who fought for dominance and fame by taming legendary creatures using the power of PsyQi to commune with them and form Psionic Bonds. In his five years living a new life, he learned he wasn’t reincarnated to be the savior. His best achievement to date was taming a Mountain-Tiger. He wasn’t born with a cheat or unique ability. He was even worse off than he was in his previous life. So, naturally, he decided to take matters into his own hands. extra tags: Kingdom building, r18, superpowers, vampire, werewolf, aliens, Demi-humans, world traveling, power-fantasy, war

Favour Smith and Victor Jackson was once a young couple in love but due to a misunderstanding they broke up but now they met each other after 5 years We they settle the misunderstanding? or continue being friends? _______________ Sneak Peak "Favour, please kiss me"Victor said coming close to Favour Favour heart was beating fast, as she walking back she slip accidentally and mistakenly hit Victor Only place to make offspring "Oh,morherfucker, what the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!????"Victor scream in pain Author Words This is my first time writing a Novel online and I am nervous please direct and help me if I make any mistake I hope you guys love it ❤️❤️❤️ from Nana

He died right before Haruo's eye's, only leaving him with the words, "Yoshio, find him. Find Yoshio-" His hand became limp, his eyes glossy and the color from his face drained. Haruo couldn’t stop screaming at his Father, begging him to come back. He cursed at him, begged him, insulted him, and called him a coward who died of poison, but that couldn’t reverse his death. And he knew that.