The Thing I Hate About Elves

I read a lot of cultivation and murim stories I read over 300 murim manhwa alone but novel I read none because I am so used to reading manhwa and manhua that's is hard from to read anything else so I was bored some time ago and I started writing this as a scenario if I got reborn in murim world I realized early on that I didn't like cultivation because of many things but I still enjoyed it it's just that if I where a mc in murim I would cultivation because if I where a normal cultivator I would have to cultivation and kill monsters and other cultivator all my life and be under the control of some sect of faction and if I where I demonic cultivator It's the same but I need to kill and do evil so I wrote dao as person with no qi no potential no bloodline no stolen dao bones no heavenly roots and so on and on so I made it so that he aslo thinks as me and is happy about it

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were nearly extinct, rare, coveted, and vital. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, ensuring the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She would make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they would taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They would use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they would kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!

Haunted by the deaths of his sister and mother, Oreon fights for survival against the man responsible. He's joined by two Elven princesses, rescued from his father's prison. United in their quest to overthrow his tyrannical father and destroy the Holy Order, they forge an alliance.

Moriah, a partially blind wood elf, navigates the world through her magical abilities and the guidance of her bear companion, Merlock—a humanoid shape-shifter who favors his bear form. They reside in a tranquil village within the vast woods of Ziwae, where they defend against raiders threatening to plunder their home. When the raiders steal a sacred amulet from her people, Moriah faces a critical decision: remain in the safety of the forest or venture beyond its borders to retrieve the precious artifact. Driven by duty and determination, she chooses to pursue the raiders, trusting Merlock to accompany her on this perilous journey. As Moriah and Merlock track the raiders, they encounter Gerlig, a dwarven tradesman familiar with the realm’s dangers. He agrees to join their quest, offering his knowledge of the region’s treacherous paths. The trio follows the trail to a small town where they meet Soriay, a mysterious winged fairy who insists on aiding them despite harboring a secret past.

Two powerful families. A decades-old betrayal. One love story that was never meant to happen. Gianna Veymont was born into legacy — smart, stunning, and heiress to one of the wealthiest empires in the country. Tristan Greystorm was bred for power — arrogant, charming, and the crown prince of her family’s sworn enemy. They were raised to hate each other. But fate throws them into the same elite college, where wars are fought not with weapons but with money, status, and pride. A campus full of whispers. A viral scandal. A dance that should’ve meant nothing — but didn’t. As secrets from their family’s past begin to resurface, Gianna and Tristan are pulled into a twisted web of betrayal, buried truths, and a third enemy hiding in plain sight. And when hate starts to blur into something far more dangerous... Will love be their greatest ruin?

Ending up living for a whole year with the boy you hate the most it's never a fairytale. It's more of a challenge not to choke each other in their sleep. (the italian vers. is on wattpad -> nick: _Mooniee__ the mentioned idols are used only as stand-ins.

Qīng Xīn never believed in transmigration, but when she wakes up inside a modern C-drama, she has no choice but to face her new reality. Unfortunately, she’s not the heroine—she’s the hated wife, despised by all and accused of murdering her husband’s grandfather. On her wedding anniversary, she was pushed to her death by the very man she loved, marking her as a villain in the eyes of the world. Before she entered this world, she stopped at Idle Core, where she was granted a system to aid in her revenge and redemption. Refusing to follow the same tragic fate, Qīng Xīn reinvents herself, using her real-world knowledge and the original owner’s memories to rise from disgrace to power. With an outcast heiress by her side, Qīng Xīn sets out to expose the truth, reclaim her dignity, and take down those who betrayed her. They thought she was weak. They were wrong.

A 30-year-old "sweaty gamer" makes her living as a popular VTuber with a strict brand has built a successful career as Puliniel, an untouchable elf persona. She is a sweaty, meta-focused gamer who professionally despises the "simp" culture that plagues the online world. After a freak power surge transports her into a fantasy world as her tiny Elflet avatar, her new "game" becomes a brutal quest for revenge against the slavers who torched her village. Forced to survive, she discovers her entire legendary loadout was meticulously documented by a long-dead sage who was the ultimate simp for the elf whose identity she has now stolen, forcing her to rely on the obsessive work of someone she would have instantly banned from her chat. Using her sweaty, try-hard gamer tactics, she turns herself from a fragile target into a lethal solo operative, grinding mobs and clearing the "starter zone" with ruthless efficiency. Her success, however, backfires spectacularly. After a dramatic battle where she transforms into a towering High Elf goddess, she earns the one thing she hates most: a legion of real-life simps who literally worship her. Now, the streamer who built a wall around herself is trapped by her own legend, fighting to find a "peaceful end-game" in a world that wants to make her its untouchable idol.

Kim Eun-Ji is a college student with a passion for otome games, but one game in particular has always frustrated her: Saintess Chronicles. In the game, the villainess, Selene Ravencroft, is always sentenced to death, while the flawless Saintess Eri is glorified. Despite playing through all the possible routes, Eun-Ji can never change Selene's tragic fate. Her sympathy for the misunderstood villainess and her disdain for the seemingly perfect Eri grows with every playthrough. One morning, after finishing the game yet again and angrily complaining about its unfair ending, Eun-Ji realizes she’s late for class. In her rush, she’s tragically hit by a runaway truck and dies. She wakes up to find herself reincarnated inside the world of Saintess Chronicles—not as a random side character, but as the villainess, Selene Ravencroft, on the day of her gift awakening! Now, Eun-Ji now as Selene Ravencroft must try her best to survive at all costs but for some reason the plot keeps continuing despite her making changes.

what do want from me. mind games, labyrinths, videogames, I have it all but, you have none.

This semester, Lucy isn’t playing it safe. After a full-body glow-up and a bold hairstyle to match, she’s ready to steal hearts, start drama, and maybe even get revenge. With her two rich, gorgeous best friends — the twin duo Jessy and Jenny — by her side, things are bound to get chaotic. But there’s one problem: Jessy. The popular, playboy best friend who somehow keeps ruining her love life… and might be hiding some feelings of his own. New Lucy has one goal: be unforgettable. And nothing — not Jessy, not school, not even her past — will stop her. Let the semester begin.

Death by Truck-kun? Too mainstream. I died choking on my own laughter during a late-night comedy rerun. Pathetic? Yes. Fitting for someone who gave up on life halfway through university and became a full-time couch potato? Also yes. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the afterlife—or if I was, it had a suspicious amount of baby talk and clean diapers. I was reincarnated... as an infant. No powers. No memories of my new name. Just chubby cheeks and existential dread. But the real horror? I slowly realized I was now living inside one of those cliché romance novels I absolutely despised. You know the type: cold-hearted king meets brave commoner girl, falls in love, political chaos ensues, blah blah gag me with a spoon. I read it. I hated it. And now? I think I’m in it. And not as the heroine. Or the villain. Or even the funny sidekick. No—I'm just some background baby who probably gets held once, then vanishes from the plot forever. With no grand destiny, no cheat skills, and no idea what chapter we’re on, I’ve decided to do the only thing I was ever good at—absolutely nothing. But fate has a funny way of dragging the lazy into the spotlight… They think I’m innocent. I think this whole thing is a joke. Let's see who breaks first.

She loved him in silence. He saw her as home. Rayya has been in love with her best friend Gian since their second year of college. But bound by a promise never to fall for each other, she chooses silence over confession. When Gian begins dating someone else, Rayya’s quiet world starts to unravel. Anonymous poems, late-night umbrella walks, and near-confessions build a story of love that aches in every unspoken word. Will she ever tell him? Or will her love remain just another poem that never reached him?

A white star shines bright in the sky as beams of light take Earth everyone is transported to a new perilous realm.

Hakim was every girl’s dream at Northwest High and every guy’s role model. He was hot, smart, popular, romantic and all, and every girl’s dream was to get laid by him. He was living the dream life, but he had one single problem; Dante. Dante was the complete vice versa of Hakim; soft, gentle, unnoticed, innocent, and these traits drew Hakim’s heart towards him, and for that reason, Hakim hated him. He hated his lingering gazes and admiring glances, and he hated that he felt the need to hold him, to protect him, and for that reason he resolved to torment Dante, making his high school days unbearable. Dante was forever scarred by him, and his heart broke into many pieces. Now, years later, after the two drifted apart, going on to their two separate worlds, Dante builds an image for himself. He is no longer the timid, innocent boy at Northwest High, but is now a top corporate lawyer in the industry, and a fine one at that. What happens when he is hired by a law firm and finds out that his boss is no other person but Hakim? And what happens when a workplace romance sparks between him, Hakim, Basil (a detective), and his co-worker, Cole

Plagued by the fear of being caught after her family was slaughtered ten years ago, Giavanna lives hidden in the woods with her grandmother. However, they were soon caught by her family's murderer who also happens to be her fated mate and the Alpha, called Leon. Alpha Leon of Whitestone pack, known to be ruthless and cold. He is driven by the desire to rule to realm and was ready to crush everything on his path even if it was his mate. At a crossroad, they are both left to choose between love and Power or Love and Vengeance respectfully.

In this intimate blend of haikus, short poems, and razor-sharp reflections, Dem Blake dismantles silence and sculpts emotion with surgical precision. From heartbreak to power, seduction to betrayal, each piece is a glimpse into a mind that feels too deeply and trusts too rarely. This isn’t a book of love poems. It’s a book of control, release, and the soft war between wanting to be known—and refusing to be owned. These are the things he never said out loud. Until now.

In a world ruled by power, blood, and betrayal, love is the most dangerous weapon of all. Dylan Martin was never meant to be king. Born the illegitimate heir of a criminal empire, he clawed his way to the throne of the underworld, chosen by a grandfather who saw in him the ruthlessness to rule. But power comes with a price—and enemies, especially one wearing the face of family. Richard Martin, Dylan’s younger stepbrother, was cast aside in the shadows of his brother’s rise. Fueled by resentment and betrayal, Richard built his own empire, vowing to take everything Dylan holds dear… piece by piece. Caught between them is Heaven, a mysterious woman with a fire in her heart and secrets that could tip the balance of power. When Dylan takes her under his protection for reasons even he doesn’t understand, sparks ignite—but so does a dangerous game of trust and control. As the war between bloodlines erupts, Heaven and Dylan are forced to navigate a world of lies, lust, and legacy. But in a place where love is weakness and loyalty is rare, can two broken souls find peace—or will hate consume them both? Dark. Passionate. Unforgiving. BONDED BY HATE is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance tangled in the shadows of the criminal underworld—where the line between love and hate doesn’t just blur... it bleeds.

Due to an unexpected accident, Munir and his classmates were transported to another world, becoming Divine Gifted with limitless potential and the ability to level up by fighting monsters. They thought that, as transmigrators, they would rise to the top of this new world. But what awaited them instead… was imprisonment by the Elven Guard— And worse, being forcibly taken in as Slaves! Munir never intended to submit. His sworn enemy even volunteered to become an Elven Race Slave just to stab him in the back. Fortunately—— [Unique God-Tier Class: God of Rebellion has awakened!] In the face of any attack or oppression, Munir only needs to resist in order to gain bonus experience—and even has a chance to unlock god-tier skills! [You resisted an instance of oppression. Target of resistance: Sworn enemy Helen. Gained 500 experience points.] [You resisted an instance of oppression. Target of resistance: Elven Race member attempting to enslave you. Gained 1000 experience points.] Through continuous rebellion, Munir kept getting stronger. But the Elven Race's oppression was relentless, and he couldn't help but feel that his growth still wasn't fast enough. Until he logged into the Divine Gifted's shared mental platform—— [Why did we all work together to kill one powerful enemy, and each of us only got a little over 100 experience points?] [Leveling up is way too hard. I busted my ass for days and only gained one level!] [This is a total scam!! How the hell do you even get skills?!] Munir looked silently at his own character screen. Rows and rows of maxed-out skills, his level completely crushing the rest… Leveling up, it seemed, wasn't that hard after all?

The night she ran away while deciding her fate, she decided to read her favorite webnovel. She reads the scene where the villainess dies alone, hated, and unloved. She falls asleep and wakes up as her. Now trapped in the body of Luminia Everhart—the cruel, detested villainess she loathed more than anyone—she's forced to live inside the very skin she despised. But death doesn’t come easily this time. Not when the villainess is still here, alive in her mind, cold and silent… sharing the body with her. As she navigates a world she once only knew as fiction—meeting the very characters she obsessed over—she must choose: Live as the monster everyone fears? Die the death that was already written? Or uncover the truth about Luminia, the story… and herself?

The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of my laptop screen. My eyes burned from hours of reading, but I refused to stop—after all, tonight was the night. The final chapter. The grand conclusion of Sovereign Ascension. I had spent years following the protagonist’s journey. Watching him grow from a nobody to a god-like figure. Fighting through war and killing even gods. Collecting powerful artifacts, rare bloodlines, divine blessings, and, of course, the most beautiful women imaginable. Yet, as I read the final pages, my fingers curled into fists. “…No way.” I scrolled back up, reading the last few paragraphs again. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The so-called “Final Battle” was a joke. After hundreds of chapters of buildup, after overcoming impossible odds, after being handed every possible advantage… the protagonist lost. And not just any loss—he died in the stupidest, most ridiculous way possible. A trap. Not a god-tier strategy. Not an overwhelming enemy. Not some cosmic revelation. No. He walked right into a trap that even a child could have avoided. “Are you stupid!?” I yelled at my screen, my voice echoing in the silence of my room. “You had every opportunity! You had everything! How did you mess this up!?” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. And the ending… Oh, the ending. Instead of some great twist, some world-shattering revelation… it was a rushed epilogue about how the world moved on. The protagonist’s harem of goddesses, princesses, and saints just cried for a while before moving on with their lives. And the worst part? The guy had never even treated them right! All those beautiful women, and the only thing he ever thought about was sex! No genuine relationships, no emotional depth—just a walking cliché with zero personality, how the hell does someone write something this stupid , no relationship building nothing. “How is that fair!?” I grumbled, rubbing my temples. “If I had his talents, his luck, his damn plot armor, I’d have done a thousand times better than that idiot.” "Fuck this novel and the stupid protagnaist" I sighed, closing my laptop. It wasn’t worth getting so worked up over a novel. Still, I couldn’t shake the frustration. “…If I was in that world, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes, I made in this life.” With that final thought, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion taking over.

With a smile on his face and genuine content, Tion gladly accepted that he would be nothing more than a humble farmer in this life, but then the Empress came and said, "I am your mother." Now the prince of an empire, Tion decided to become an at least notable and useful member of the Royal family, but then the black gourd showed up. "I am hungry" With hope now ignited and a new path opened to him, Tion decided that he wanted to become the most powerful being in the world, but then she came along "I'm the vampire princess, and I am also your betrothed follow me." Everyone had what they wanted Tion to be, but what about what he wanted to be, did they think him a powerless boy forever.

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