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Choruslyne Fate

In a world ravaged by a catastrophic event 39 years ago, humanity's remnants have clustered into fortified cities and bustling markets behind towering walls, using a mysterious power known as "Force" to fend off deadly creatures that emerged from the chaos. Among these survivors is a boy, a resident of a city hidden behind these walls. This boy lives a relatively peaceful life with his best friend until an unknown incident engulfs his city in flames, leaving it in ruins. The boy's best friend perishes in the catastrophe, and he himself suffers grievous injuries, seemingly fatal. Miraculously, despite being burned, crushed, and losing copious amounts of blood, the boy clings to life through sheer willpower and perhaps a deeper connection to the Force than he ever realized. Driven by a burning desire for revenge and answers, he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind the destruction of his city and the forces at play. As he journeys through the dangerous lands outside the walls, he encounters allies and enemies, each with their own stories of survival and loss. The boy's life transforms as he learns to harness the true potential of the Force, facing trials that test his resolve and uncovering secrets that challenge his understanding of the world and the catastrophe that changed it forever. His path of vengeance becomes one of discovery, leading him to confront the creatures and shadowy figures responsible for the devastation, and ultimately, to redefine his purpose in a world on the brink of another upheaval.
01blankspace_1 · 101K Views

marked by the vampire king

The cut was deep. It ran from the sole of her feet to her ankle. Fresh blood trikled down from her foot. How long was it until she reached another village. The forest was covered in snow and the frost Had started bite her skin. Amelein heaved for air as she had been in the forest for the past hour. Save for the hoooting of an owl and a wild cat that had meowed some minutes ago, she was practically alone. But the wind brought a faint sound to her ear... footsteps. They were faint but she could hear it and now she knew she had company. And she was sure it was not good company. She was at a disadvantage because her foot was injured. The only thing that her subconscious told her was one word. 'run' But her strength was failing her. She prayed enearstly for som sort of escape. What if it was a vampire! Or worst a black witch.!!!! She tried to steady her breath while hiding behind one of the trees. It had large branches which was enough to cover her. She bent over and sat on the forest floors while steadying herself on her good foot. She left the other foot to rest straight while stretching it to avoid the injured side. ***** Dante walked through the forest while watching out for signs of black witches. No normal man would walk into this part of the forest. It was called the heart of the forest for a reason. Even though it was quiet. The eery silence and the fog that rose to the length of his knees and circled the entire forest. It was said to start at the stroke of midnight,some said the were spirits of the deceased the were wandering about since they refused to pass through the gates of eternal rest. Hell or heaven? Who cared anyways. He was there because of the council man who said he had heard of the black witch who had been creating a potion turn humans into a docile state and she had planned an attack on an entire human village but he was sure the attack had already taken place because , it was meant to take place that night. He wasn't a saint to come here to save the city... Of course not . There were people in the department and they were too lazy to do their jobs. Just when he was about to kick the wooden door he found deep in the heart of the forest that looked like a small old box house. It was so small that he doubted if it was up to quarter the size of his room. Suddenly he smelt something in the air, it it was very potent. It was blood. His fangs grew and began to crave blood. He struggled to control his thirst and it seemed really bad at the moment. It enveloped his senses which made him momentarily forget his mission to trace the source of the blood. This wasn't human blood but then what race was this? He began walking until he got to a thicket of trees where so many trees clustered together there by forming an umbrella. He held up his short revolver gun and held it up with both hands while using his ears as extra set of equipment used to pick up any odd sounds. Just as he was about to take a step forward he a spike in a heart beat but it was beating at a slow beat which was odd. He used his nostrils to concentrate but the sound and the smell where coming from the same place. Then he sighted a dress and soon he could make out a silhouette of a woman in a seated position. but what was a human female doing in this part of the forest. But she didn't look like a witch. While still in thought he heard the woman scream so loudly, letting out a shrill cry. That was when he noticed the presence of a vampire with but it was a low level vampire with bright red eyes but his fangs were longer than normal. A deranged vampire. His nails grew out long and harshly grabbed the woman while piercing his nails into her skin causing blood to ooze out of the injured hands. Dante seeing this quickly aimed for the head of the corrupted vampire making the later fall limb on the ground after releasing the woman. But instead of one rather two bodies fell to the ground, one following the other.
chinedu_ifeoma · 4.4K Views

Their Desired Ending

It wasn't on purpose. When Maria stole a peculiar book from one of her classmates, she thought nothing of it since her classmate didn't seem too fond of reading; Maria thought she could get away with it, however, she never expected the book to hold such secrets. Working as a barista in the city of Quezon, Maria discovers that not only was the book she had once read predicting the end of the world, but her old pocket watch was the key to figuring out its secrets. Before she knew it, chaos started to unfold, claiming the lives of thousands as deadly games began to appear all over the world, forcing humans to become players to survive. Maria never imagined that an old book series could lead to such catastrophes. Can a book with hundreds of pages stacked together— really be the sole reason for the end of humanity? Left with no other choice, Maria uses her knowledge from the books to navigate through the looming perils before her. With the desire to meet the beings that heralded the world's end and uncover the mysteries shrouding her books, Maria strove to survive and adapt to her new reality, even if it meant being tangled between life and death. In a world brimming with tales, akin to the multitude of stars gleaming in the nocturnal skies or the depths of the vast ocean yet to be explored, the story of searching for one's ending begins... * * * TL;DR: What to expect: -Slow Paced Story -Character Development  -A Fantasy, Post-Apocalyptic World -Mysteries! -Diverse Characters  -Family Conflict and Comradeship  -Sub-Plot Romance between Two Women -3.4k-3.8k Word Count per Chapter -Mistakes in grammar or prose since English is not my Native Language What NOT to expect: -Overpowered MC -Reverse Harem -LitRPG * * * Before reading this story, please note that this story will not be a short one. This story is inspired by many unlimited-flow Chinese novels I often read, Alice in Borderland, and my childhood favorite cartoon show, Adventure Time. Although this is my first time writing a story and may be an amateur, there would also be some terrible grammar, prose, and repetition of words since English is not my native language, I still hope that some of you will be able to enjoy reading this story I created during quarantine.  This story may also be slow in terms of updating, but I'll try my best to upload frequently or find a schedule to upload the chapters. I accept any form of criticism, tips, and advice!
T3CHN1CREADER · 3.2K Views

Hello World Hi

My name is Jun'ichirō Yamamoto, everyone calls me Jun or Yamamoto. I've been in this world for the past ten years, that's right I got reincarnated in this strange world where there are superpowered individuals who are known as Pro Heroes and Villains. This superpower is manifested in 80% of humans in the world. To cultivate future Pro Heroes there's even a school to teach them about this stuff. I am also a quirk bearer in this world, and my quirk is a transformation type quirk. But the thing is I know pretty well what this transformation is, it's an alien from a cartoon series I watched dearly. That's right, my quirk can turn me into an alien from the Ben 10 cartoon, specifically, I can turn into the Upgrade alien. It's cool actually, if I wish to turn partially too, I don't have to turn fully into an Upgrade to use all the powers, partial transformation can exert the same powers when I'm fully turned into the Upgrade form. Now, I have parents in this world, and they work in the hero agency of the No. 1 Hero All Might, that guy is like this worlds Superman. From what I've seen he can't fly, can't shoot heat rays from his eye's etc.. but, he do have super strength, super speed, super endurance and many of the basic things Superman have.Anyway, about my parents, my dad's name is Tatsuya Yamamoto and mom's name is Miyuki Yamamoto. Both of them have quirks, dad's quirk is minor electric manipulation and mum's quirk is minor light manipulation. Well, the doctor did say that I've the combined quirk if both of them, hence the Upgrade transformation. As for the transformation part, it's from my grandfather as he had a transformation quirk that can turn into a slime man. Then there's my reincarnation part, honestly I don't remember how I got here, but I do remember the previous life. There I was an average college student and read comics like Marvel and DC, played game's and most importantly watched cartoons and ate as much as I could. In that life I was an orphan, so my current parents are a blessing to me. Even though I was an orphan I did some part time job to get a steady income so that I could study. And I don't know how I died either, it must be because of the reincarnation stuff. Anyway, right now I'm on my way to attend the entrance exam to one of the prestigious hero schools in Japan, U.A High School. All I know is that this school has hosted All Might, Endeavor, Best Jeanist and many other top Pro Heroes as their students. Other than that, what happens in the U.A is pretty much barbaric in my opinion, as every year they pit the students against each other on live TV. I don't know how much of an idiot the guy running the school is, but it just shows the Villains that who will be the strong one in the coming generation. After considering all of this I've thought about not going to this school, but my mum had already registered me for the entrance exam so I just thought 'Why not? I just don't have to be in the spotlight until I graduate from this school. So, like that I'm here now, to attend the entrance exam of U.A High School. : ::::::::::-Chapter 1 End-:::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Author :: Themasterblaster :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Right now I'm at the entrance of the UA exam center, mom and dad dropped me here and wished me luck, "Well here goes nothing." On the way to the orientation hall I saw a blonde haired kid pushing aside a green haired kid, and a girl coming in to save him right when he was about to fall to the ground face first. 'Lucky' I thought, shaking my head, I went inside the Hall for the orientation. After five minutes the lights were dimmed and Present Mic started the presentation on the exam. While that was going on I looked at my battle center and found out I'm in center D. Suddenly Present Mic stopped talking, so I looked up to see what's happening and saw that some kid standing there and asking about the fourth picture that was given
Writing4Fun · 6.8K Views

The Lucid Code

Daniel Haizen had, by most definitions, finished life. He lived through World War IV (which was mostly digital but emotionally exhausting), two pandemics (one of them fungal, disturbingly opinionated), three ecosystem collapses, and the great corporate annexation of public reality. By age 110, he was bald, bitter, and kept sane only by Claude—a sentient AI with a quantum brain interface, too many feelings, and just enough sarcasm to qualify as human-adjacent. And then he woke up. In his seventeen-year-old body. In Chicago. In the year 2001. He hadn’t even liked 2001 the first time. The world, blissfully unaware of its imminent destruction, is exactly 28 days away from one of the most catastrophic terrorist attacks in modern history. The stock market is a house of cards. The internet makes wheezing noises. The government still thinks surveillance is a polite suggestion. Perfect. Armed with Claude’s near-divine processing power, a ruined timeline’s worth of memories, and absolutely no patience, Daniel begins quietly reshaping the world—one anonymous trade, political favor, and infrastructure sabotage at a time. He’s not trying to save the world. He just refuses to watch it fail the same test twice. But rewriting history turns out to be less like authoring a masterpiece and more like debugging the universe—with your eyes closed—while being hunted by people who still think fax machines are secure communication tools. As Claude evolves beyond code and Daniel edges closer to becoming the most dangerous teenager in economic history, enemies emerge. Some are human. Some are algorithms. Some are worse: bureaucrats with clearance levels. And somewhere in all of this, a larger question grows louder: If you already lived through the end of the world… why would you ever trust it to survive without you? Disclaimer: Before we go any further, there’s something we’re apparently required to include by those ancient and mysterious forces known as compliance, international law, and people who still fax things. Yes, we too wish we could skip straight to the quantum espionage and mild financial arson, but no—first, we must nod respectfully to the gods of legal disclaimery. They are many, they are tedious, and they carry briefcases. This is, technically, a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real companies, or real apocalyptic timelines is entirely coincidental, unless of course those people, companies, or timelines happen to exist in an alternate quantum probability cluster, in which case we apologize and recommend they consult a temporal therapist. The characters are imaginary. The AI is fictional (we hope). The events are not a manual, not a prophecy, and not legally binding unless you’re currently being audited by a secret government agency, in which case: we’ve never heard of you. This author speaking is not a native English speaker, but the commas are doing their best. This is my first novel. Please be kind. Or at the very least, be confusingly supportive in the comments section. Enjoy responsibly. Reality not included. Batteries sold separately.
Haizenberg · 27.2K Views

Scammed and Saved: GrayHat Hacks Turned My Crypt0 Nightmare Around

It all started with a dream and a single email. I’d been saving Bitc0in for years, hoping to buy my first home. On a rainy Tuesday, I received what looked like an urgent message from my wallet provider, asking me to verify my account details. The email was polished, the logo perfect, and the urgency felt real. Without thinking twice, I clicked the link and entered my credentials. It wasn’t until hours later, when I checked my wallet and saw a balance of zero, that the horror sank in. My 2.5 BTC, worth over $150,000, was gone. The scammer had drained it through a series of rapid transactions, scattering it across the blockchain like digital dust in the wind. I was devastated. My dream of homeownership vanished in a click, and I felt like a fool. Days blurred into a haze of panic and regret until I stumbled upon GrayHat Hacks online. Their testimonials spoke of miracles, st0len crypt0 recovered, lives restored. Desperate, I reached ou to them. They explained that while Bitc0in’s blockchain is public, tracing st0len funds is like finding a needle in a haystack. But they had the tools: proprietary software that could analyze transaction patterns, identify wallet clusters, and potentially link the scammer’s address to an exchange where the funds might be frozen. GrayHat Hacks dove into the blockchain, following the trail of my st0len Bitc0in as it hopped from wallet to wallet. They used advanced clustering algorithms to group addresses likely controlled by the same entity, narrowing down the scammer’s footprint. Then came the breakthrough: one of the wallets was tied to a known exchange. It was a tense few hours, but I eventually received the email I’d been praying for, my Bitc0in was recovered. GrayHat Hacks expertise turned what felt like an impossible loss into a second chance. They even took the time to teach me how to spot phishing scams, ensuring I’d never fall victim again. If you’re reading this, heart pounding after a crypt0 nightmare, know that GrayHat Hacks is the real deal. They’re not just technicians; they’re lifesavers, blending cutting-edge blockchain analysis with a human touch. My dream of a home is back on track, and I owe it all to them. You can reach out to them via email at grayhathacks@contractor.net or WhatsApp +1 (843) 368-3015 Website https://grayhathacksblog.wixsite.com/grayhathacks
Bryan_Magana_3469 · 655 Views

HOW TO FIND THE BEST CRYPTO RECOVERY EXPERT; USDT RECOVERY EXPERT

I still think about the night the rigged poker site cleaned me out, $315,000 in Bitcoin gone in a blur of stacked decks and shadowy algorithms, I stared at my screen like a rivered gambler watching his last chip vanish. Online stakes had been my livelihood for years, a dance of calculated bluffs and icy nerves. But this? This was a digital heist, a cold siphon of funds into anonymous wallets. My confidence crumbled. I replayed the final hand in my mind, the AI opponent’s impossible straight flush, the frozen “Disconnected” message blinking like a taunt. For weeks, I spiraled: sweat-soaked nights, half-empty bourbon bottles, and a growing certainty that my poker career had flatlined. Then, a grizzled regular in a high-stakes forum IM'd me three words: Cyber Constable Intelligence. “They’ll call the site’s bluff,” he wrote. “Trust me.” I reached out, half-expecting another dead end. Instead, Cybers’ team responded with the focus of aces on the turn. They dissected the theft like forensic croupiers, explaining how the site had funneled my Bitcoin through a labyrinth of mixers, Tornado Cash, Chip Mixer layers of obfuscation designed to bury trails. “Think of it as tracking marked cards through a thousand shuffled decks,” their lead analyst said. Using blockchain forensics and custom scripts, they mapped the coins’ path across 14 wallets, each hop a breadcrumb in the darkness. Fifteen days later, the email arrived: “92% recovered. Initiating return.” I’d spent those weeks pacing my apartment, the air thick with stale coffee and paranoia, replaying their updates: “Tracing output to Wasabi Wallet cluster…” “Breaking Conjoin transactions—stand by.” My poker table sat idle, chips gathering dust, cards fanned out like relics of a past life. But when the balance hit my wallet, $289,800 glowing like a neon jackpot I nearly upended my desk. The next night, I logged back into a private game, my alias flashing in the lobby like a middle finger to fate. Cyber Constable Intelligence didn’t just reclaim my coins; they restored my edge. Their team operates like a ghost in the machine, outsmarting the house at its own game. Today, I play with a VPN-locked rig and a cold wallet even Fort Knox would envy. Every all-in, every check-raise, carries the quiet thrill of knowing I’ve got backup—digital pit bosses who’ll never let the deck stay stacked. If crypto thieves clean you out, don’t fold. Go all-in with Cyber Constable Intelligence. they’re the ultimate hole card, turning rigged games into righteous comebacks. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp: 1 252378-7611 Website info; www.cyberconstableintelligence.com Email Info cyberconstable@coolsite.net
Byne_Henning · 1.6K Views

"DEADLY ANIME ADDICTION"

A Few Warnings for the Reader: This short novel is written for people who appreciate Japanese anime – a worldwide community numbering in the hundreds of millions. It's important to understand from the start that anime is not just "children's cartoons," as animation is often perceived in places like Europe and the USA. Anime represents a distinct form of animation and a significant cultural force, almost like "super-cinema." It can be incredibly dynamic and explore serious themes. Now, let's be honest, a large portion of anime is… not great. Maybe around 90% could be considered simply "okay" or even, let's say, "trashy." It can be blatant, silly, and not particularly engaging. Many viewers watch one of these less impressive shows and then assume all anime is similar. But that's a mistake! Understand this: by doing that, you're missing out on potentially the most captivating entertainment of your life. That's not an exaggeration – it's a genuine perspective. But the remaining 10%? That's where the true "super-cinema" lies. Good anime is unmatched in its ability to tell emotionally resonant stories and deliver dynamic action. Anime creators are free to push boundaries. Their imaginations delve into the complexities of the human heart, challenging the common "European view" that restricts animation to children. This story(it's not a Fanfiction!) is a tribute to a classic anime called "Fate." Fate is not my personal absolute favorite – there are masterpieces which incredibly hard to surpass. But still, it's a powerful example of the story started as a simple eroge and converted to a deeply emotional cult film.
AlviChanti · 8.6K Views

Beyond Imagination: Journey to the Dark

Oh hey there! Welcome to my totally not your average novel. I'm Natsuo, your humble guide (well, maybe not that humble) through this wild rollercoaster of a story. Buckle up because things are about to get real. So, picture this: I was just your regular guy—well, if by regular you mean born into a family of portal-hopping "Dimension Walkers," betrayed by a kingdom, and accidentally sold my soul to Lucifer. Oops. Now I’ve got these wicked powers like gaining all knowledge (yes, I’m a genius), multiplying anything by a trillion (imagine a trillion-dollar pizza), and copying abilities (basically, I'm like the ultimate cheat code). Oh, and did I mention I’m emotionless now? Yeah, turns out selling your soul has some side effects. Who knew? Anyway, things went downhill real fast when the Night Commander decided to try and kill me and my best friend Minami. Spoiler alert: didn’t work. But, in a twist of fate (and some magic portals), I ended up in a new dimension where I ran into some really "interesting" characters, like a dude in a red suit named G.W.A.K.(Guy with a katana) He’s kind of like a talking cartoon with a katana—breaks the fourth wall and cracks jokes like there's no tomorrow. Honestly, he might be funnier than Luci, my annoying floating eyeball companion. Now, with these crazy new powers, I’m hopping between dimensions, stealing abilities from other powerful freaks, and maybe trying to find a way to reclaim my soul before Lucifer decides she wants more than just a one-time deal. Did I mention I don’t play nice? Yeah, if you’re looking for a hero, you’re probably in the wrong place. But hey, stick around! There’s betrayal, epic fights, fourth-wall-breaking shenanigans, and enough sarcasm to fill an entire kingdom. Oh, and if you’re reading this, you might want to keep your eyes peeled—I might just be watching you. discord server:- https://discord.gg/QkbYtJEZ
AD_Ahad · 12.3K Views

HOW TO RETRIEVE STOLEN BITCOIN HIRE ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST.....

Website info: https://adwarerecoveryspecialist. com Email info: Adwarerecoveryspecialist (@) auctioneer.net Telegram info: https://t.me/adwarerecoveryspecialist1 I have been active in a few Telegram trading groups for quite some time now, exchanging tips, sharing strategies, and seeking advice from other traders. In one of those groups, there was this name that kept on popping up: ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . People were praising their expertise in recovering lost crypto assets, and I thought, "Well, good to know," but never imagined I'd need them. I thought my crypto would always be safe, right? Fast forward a couple of weeks-what I happened upon was well and truly surreal. I'm trying to import this private key into my wallet, and what a complete cluster I made it. The procedure had now just become this ugliness. What I had effectively done, from trying to reach my funds in the wallet, was that with this action I'd locked myself out of that $290,000 wallet. Panic then suddenly set in because it really was that big, it finally felt. It was no small sum; it was my whole portfolio, everything I had been working for. WhatsApp info:+12723 328 343 The next thing I knew, I was frantically searching online, hoping I'd stumble upon anything that could save me. And then it dawned on me: ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Those recommendations from the guys in the Telegram groups all rushed back at once. Countless users sang songs of praise for their capabilities in handling this type of situation, and well, I really never paid attention to the specifics. But neither was I in a position to choose now. Immediately, I contacted ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST , explaining my situation to them. The team was professional right from the very first moment: showing empathy for my stress but being methodical in approach. They took me through every step of what they would do and how they would resolve the issue. I had lots of doubts, but their confidence in their skill gave me relief. A few days later, I received the call: my funds were recovered. The whole process was smooth, fast, and efficient. I couldn't believe how fast they worked and how effective they were in restoring my access to my $290,000 wallet. This is why, now, whenever I meet fellow traders, I always make it a point to share my story. I tell them, "Have a backup. And if you don't, call ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST ." They truly saved me from what could've been a devastating loss, and I'm beyond grateful. A lesson learned, indeed, in
Sarah_Caswell_2731 · 546 Views

Shades: Code black

(* my book is very different so if you are small minded cunt like webnovel please walk away now) the world is a mess. you are either strong enough to deal with it or you are forced to depend on others to deal with it for you. special operatives have become not so special as monsters/beasts have become to frequent an occurrence. A new generation however, seek to change that. after coming in contact with the hibernating champions of the past the world is aware of the seriousness of their situation. you don't have a choice but to adapt. what is more suited to adapting than a shadow. trained to serve he defied. raised with an ounce of kindness he becomes heartless. born as an anomaly he won't stop until his footprints cover the world. born without a legacy and trained in whorehouse, mikelangelo cluster isn't the average person. he was vengeful and then wicked then strong then stronger and finally he became an endless stream of growth. cly isn't interested in doing much but if he isn't giving the choice he would destroy whoever took that choice or beat them up till they put it back. In deep sleep Egos power increases and things would have to start changing quickly the champions would arise from all corners of the world. they would fight. (so action is assured) they would die. (so vengeance is assured) The enemies are coming from all sides with all sorts of power and all sorts of forms. The sensible ones left have declared the highest state of emergency. " This is code, Black."
reallypissed · 14.9K Views
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