Crawling Clown

Hell is much creepier than you think. Forget the flames, the demonized figure, the multitude of the damned. Beneath the underworld's scorched surface, Hell boasted a governance of unholy precision. They reveled in their flawless hirerachy and their arrogance, fuelled by eons of self-admiration, finally boiled over. Crawling forth in their thousands to unleash total annihilation upon their eternal adversary; earth. Era who has seen what it is like to suffer in the hands of the possessed, picked up the reigns of exorcism which was currently regarded as Earth's most thriving business. Exorcism was second to the need of food and water. It was more lucrative than the entertainment industry and heavily influenced by earth's leaders. He was a blend of contradictions; adorable and perlious, captivating and enigmatic. His good looks made him a renowned figure in both realms, while his mastery of stealth earned him a reputation as a cunning and elusive presence. He believed if humans knew the truth, no one would be poor enough to serve the rich. An arranged marriage brought them to be. The need to stop exorcism and the desire to wipe out demons, bringing mankind healing brought them closer and further apart. But what none saw coming was the possibility of a greater evil than Azrael, demonic manifestations, and several lives lost in the name of revealing the truth. |Daily updates is promised|

You know how it goes: regular guy, regular day, ~flying truck~. Not just speeding—flying. It wasn’t some freak accident, either. That truck came for me like God had finally decided, “Enough of this guy.” One moment, I’m a pancake; the next, I wake up in a magical fantasy world. Cool, right? Wrong. My parents? Too busy chasing some grand ambition to bother with little ol’ me. Instead, they dumped me on the world’s oldest nanny. She fed me soup, tucked me in, and hovered like I was still in diapers. Being the bright child I was, I thought, Why not ask for a younger, prettier nanny? Cue my dad giving me the business end of his parenting philosophy. Lesson learned: don’t sass the guy who holds the purse strings and a heavy belt. Still, it wasn’t all bad. Magic existed! I mastered Grade 1 spells in no time and discovered the joys of alchemy—aka, the legal loophole to making BOMBS. Life finally had some spark, pun fully intended. I was living my best fantasy life... until I spotted a familiar name. A school. A name that nagged at the corners of my mind. Wait. Isn’t this straight out of that novel I read once? But which novel?! I can’t remember squat about the plot—except one terrifying detail: I’m the villain. The doomed, laughably incompetent villain. Fine. If this world wants me to be the bad guy, I’ll do it my way. Who says villains can’t win? Heroes, take notes: I’m armed with alchemy, explosions, and a bone to pick with fate. This time, the villain’s rewriting the story. Watch me blow it all sky-high.

[WARNING: 18+ — NO RAPE] "I scratch and bite," Vivian warned, holding the Lycan Alpha's gaze confidently. Ronan smirked, his hand gripping her chin possessively as he forced her to look up at him. "You'll crawl and beg too," he promised. ************ Being the Clan Leader of the last remaining cursed Lycans, Ronan had long abandoned his task of finding his fated mate after years of useless searching. However, his life is disrupted when he encounters a mysterious and barely clinging-to-life alive Omega wolf, Vivian, trespassing on his land. Covered in strange Wickan magic symbols, Vivian is not just any wolf—she is his destined mate. Vivian has lived a life of rejection and suffering. Abandoned by her first mate for being unable to conceive, scorned by her family, and mistreated by her pack, Moonborn, she has endured endless humiliation. Forced by her father to mate with other Alphas in a desperate attempt to prove her worth, Vivian’s fate takes an even darker turn when she is cursed by a local coven and framed for a crime she didn’t commit. On the brink of death, she escapes into forbidden territory—Ronan’s land. A stretch of land her pack never dared to tread upon. Ronan’s mistrust only grows when he learns Vivian is from Moonborn, the pack that slaughtered his clan and remains his sworn enemy. Yet, irrespective of their dark feuding histories, he takes her in, determined to care for her and break the deadly curse inflicted upon her by Wickans and the ancient curse slowly leading him to an inevitable death. As they grow closer, secrets from both their pasts threaten to break them apart. And when Vivian’s niece arrives with a hidden agenda, matters become far more complicated. *Cover is ai made.

Mages, swordsmen, gods, demons, and prophecies. The Heavenly Games is a tournament where myth and man meet, a purgatory where the dead arrive to fight for their one true wish. Amongst the reborn are Dasha Pang and Kazi Hossain; one a professor from the west whose cold-hearted intelligence has surpass the gods; one a traveller from the east who has come to appreciate humanity. A villain and a hero. The boy born unwanted and the guided one. A martial artist and a mage. Gods amongst men. Expect battles of epic proportions, stories ripped straight from mythology, interactions between gods of various pantheons, and duels humanity has debated for centuries. Expect the Strongest Among The Heavens. *** + Dual Protagonists. Overpowered geniuses. One MC that is villainous and manipulative. The second MC that is heroic and kind. + Detailed power system that includes Western Magic & Chinese Cultivation/Martial Arts (Xianxia) + LitRPG, dungeon crawling, fantasy guilds, and more!  + Abrahamic religions, Hinduism, Indigenous (Americas & Australia), Greek, Norse, Egyptian, and Japanese mythology  *** Daily Chapters

After ten years, Markos Moreno returns to Italy. A multi-billionaire magnate, sexy as sin and cocky as hell. Swearing revenge on Hayden family, destroying everything with only one aim. Markos vowed to make Valeria Hayden come back crawling to him on her knees. Stripped of her wealthy status to a nobody, Valeria walks up to Markos’ office. Exactly how Markos played his game. All Valeria wants from him is forgive her for what happened. However, Markos desires something else, to break her. Whereas, Valeria is determined to tame and seduce him, snatching her business back. An old flame burns twice. Thrice if she’s Valeria Hayden!

I hunted beasts that were deemed immortal, ripping off their immortal status. I loathed them for they destroyed my home. My anger for them, in one word, immeasurable. Yet look at me, what have I become… I did not need a mirror to realize that I had turned into a werewolf, with the curse of immortality. I tried, again and again, to kill myself, yet it was futile. But hey, wait, I am a beast now. Can’t I crawl in and kill other beasts in this disguise? Haha, foolish Vampire God, this curse is a curse to your entire race, for now, I will obliterate everyone! ..... This is a Book about Gray Waterfell. After living as a human and climbing through pain to Hunt down the Vampire God, he was forced into reincarnation by their earth shattering battle. Naturally, he swore to get his revenge by killing every supernatural creature in the world. But Fate was wicked to him, his new family he was born into was a supernatural family, a Werewolf family. A family that loved him more than the human race he fought for ever did. After Human invasion and massacre took treasure he never had in his previous life, his blade now stare in the confusion of his Vengeance. Supernaturals must be killed, but the pain of losing one's love, must be AVENGED... Author's Note: I noticed that no one really captures the true state of confusion and a sense of loss that comes with getting reborn. For most, the protagonist is just flushed into battle. But this Mc is different, the first 80 chapters allows you to understand why he was forced unto his predicament and the reason for the goals and ambitions he develops. I'll be fair, it's a painful read, but bear through it. Rise to the top is incredible, and once its starts, only blood flows till the end....

Nature is often cruel, and many creatures are born to die, but when faced with adversity one must learn to adapt Born in the subterranean hell that was Yi Mountain, I was forced to commit atrocious acts just to survive. In the darkness, where strength is the only law, even my brothers became enemies, and I devoured them in a desperate bid to stay alive. I am no ordinary beast. I am a Lizard, shaped by the merciless depths, where every day is a battle against hunger and predators. But in this brutal world, I have learned to be more than just a survivor. I have evolved, I have become stronger, faster, more cunning with each new trial. Now, as I crawl out of the depths, I face greater enemies—those who want to see my end before I reach my full potential. But I’ve unlocked a power deep within me, a power that allows me to transcend the limits of my kind. With this newfound strength, my evolution has only begun. Life is cruel, and my path is filled with obstacles, and tribulations , but Let us see, for I can evolve endlessly

Chen Lun transmigrated to the year before the game's public beta, becoming an NPC in the game world. Thus, a new version was born... Steam punk, Mysterious Objects, Church, Shelter, the pathways of the Sequences of the Seven True Gods... He placed his black top hat on his head, standing atop the ruins. Behind him stood the villain bosses from former game versions, the silent Nun Floey, Bloody Painter Noah, Swordsman Antonio, the delusional clown Alec... Chen Lun said, "Players grind monsters, I grind players, it makes perfect sense..." ... Also known as "How to Rationally Use Players as a Sustainable Resource," "These Bosses Are Really Strong But They Are All My Underlings," "No Way! So I Can Be A Deity, Too?!"

It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

Tan Rou only learned that she wasn’t the Tan family’s daughter when she was seventeen years old. She went from being a rich young lady to living in the slums. The parents she adored belonged to someone else, and this series of knockdowns was hard for a seventeen-year-old girl to accept. She wailed like a child for the sake of proving this was all a lie. The vicious words she spouted had hurt her biological family but she didn’t notice. She thought the Tan family was her real family despite them seeing her as an eyesore, and was even naive enough to want to befriend the Tan family’s real daughter, Tan Jing. Alas, the latter drugged her drink and arrange for a thug to rape her. Tan Jing even brought their classmates along to catch them in the act so Tan Rou was now tainted for life. After being reborn, she looked down at the man she was stepping on. Tan Rou swore not to be a useless wretch in this life or be bullied to death. She would stomp on those who wronged her and make it up to her real family. They wouldn’t have had to die tragically on the streets in the past life had it not been for her. Tan Rou turned completely evil after crawling back out of Hell. Everyone claimed that the real young lady was educated and talented, while the fake young lady was arrogant and incompetent. Tan Rou scoffed upon hearing this. She held back her brother from trying to stand up for her. “We have all the time in the world. Let’s just wait and see.” Just as everyone was waiting for Tan Rou to make a fool of herself… A top-class perfumer, a top scholar, a world champion… The fake young lady’s multiple identities kept getting exposed one after another, bumping her up to number one on the trending search, shocking the world. Wait, where was the promised humiliation?

He is the son, the moon, and the life of the blue planet. He was born, torn, and lonely, living his life in the dark shadow. Despite this, he stays calm and gazes at his beautiful blue mother and lovely little life inside. One day, his beloved mother implored him, saying, “My son, my rain, my tears, please save her.” And so, he was reborn, but in the name of a Cursed Child. He has no power, magic, authority, or even the right to live. He must gather bricks and stones to construct his own tower, assembling allies to combat the cruel magic world that devours the world within. The towers stilled stood tall. The fire, wind, earth, and water revered as the rule in this world. However, a shadow glowed and crawled its way into the depths of people’s hearts, transforming them into darkness. The lord of the black tower emitted a power that could have granted any wish to all who sought it. The only requirement was to raise your hand and utter the words, “I accept the wish.” Then, the all will become you.

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill; Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long, after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much, he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son, who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die, no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way, he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

Fu Xiang's body jolted in anger."I will kill you". He spat. "I will make sure you and your family rot in hell, it's the only place fit for the likes of you". Zhao An Na laughed, lips curved in a taunting smirk to him Fu Xiang's words sounded like a joke and it might have well been one, if you were threatened by someone chained like an animal and as skinny as a skeleton, you too would think it was a joke. "Pray tell me how would you, you would be dead in a couple of days," Zhao An Na said. "Or maybe weeks if you are lucky". He added after some thinking. "Even if I have to crawl out from the out of hell, I promise you that I will make your life a nightmare," Fu Xiang said. "I would love to see you try" Zhao An Na smirked. " ****** Fu Xiang, a rising beta actor, seemed to have it all – a loving boyfriend, a loyal friend, a supportive family, and fame. However, his life took a dark turn when he uncovered a buried secret from his past. Betrayed by his closest confidants, he endured torment before his passing. Reborn as Feng Mei Hui, an omega heir to a multi-billion-dollar company, Fu Xiang seeks closure and faces the challenge of confronting those who wronged him. His only potential ally is Han Yichen, his supposed fiancé. Will Fu Xiang find it in his heart to trust again and open up to Han Yichen, or will the darkness of vengeance consume him entirely?

Blurb: Shirley Ryan, the clown of Greenmoss Pack, has always been looked down upon—a weak and poor werewolf whose only job is to entertain. But behind her forced laughter lies years of pain, secrets, and rejection, especially by her real mate, the powerful Alpha Eric Kane. Eric sees Shirley as nothing more than a mistake, a blight on his image. When he rejects her in favour of a stronger, more acceptable Luna, Shirley’s world shatters. But soon, a series of betrayals force Eric and Shirley together, and they must face their darkest fears—and each other. As Shirley finds secret powers, she becomes a force that could change Greenmoss forever. Will Eric understand what he’s lost before it’s too late? Or will Shirley rise without him, finding love, strength, and freedom on her terms?

Synopsis In his first life, Akira Tanaka was an average Earthling with a not-so-average hobby: making terrible jokes and getting into trouble with his wandering eyes. His second life? Well, he became the most feared evil dragon god—a being of immeasurable power who could destroy entire realms with a flick of his claw. His reign of chaos was unmatched, his strength unparalleled, his sense of humor still awful. But even gods meet their end, and Akira did so in a blaze of glory after being defeated by a bunch of overachieving heroes. Just when he thought his story was over, he found himself reincarnated again—this time in a modern world where magic flows as freely as Wi-Fi signals. Now he’s back in high school, hiding his immense power behind the façade of a perverted clown. No one suspects that the guy cracking bad jokes and sneaking peeks into the girls’ locker room is secretly powerful enough to destroy the planet. But when dark forces begin to rise, Akira’s double life as the ultimate goofball and secret powerhouse becomes harder to maintain. Get ready for comedy, chaos, and questionable life choices as the Perverted Jester of Chaos juggles high school hijinks, romance, and epic battles! P.S. He can break trough forth wall. "Heyyy!!!! Don't Spoil them!"

It all started with a game. A game of truth or dare that had them falling for each other even though they were from different social ranks. Katherine was a princess and he was a pirate. They were from two separate worlds and the idea of them being together was entirely forbidden and frowned upon. Katherine hated pirates and the very first man she had kissed and found insanely attractive turned out to be one. She could feel her skin crawl as she looked at him... Maybe he was different...or maybe not .. Katherine had never been so conflicted in her life. The captain seemed to effortlessly mess with her thoughts and emotions. ...... Captain Leon Jones Calabran was a pirate whose heart belonged to his ship but one unplanned kiss with a mysterious lady threatened to change that. However, he was quite confident that his life was going to remain the same since the chances of running into her again were pretty slim. He was to leave the kingdom soon but he received the shock of his life when he soon found out that she was a princess. A princess he was supposed to get to safety and spend a couple of months with! Her clear ocean blue eyes effortlessly drew him in and it was enough for him to know that he was in for the longest voyage of his life. She was literally a walking temptation and he was doomed to think he could resist her! .... What happens when Katherine finds out that she is not entirely human and that it seems to set two mysterious men on a relentless journey to capture her heart. Could she choose the dashing human captain or one of the two tempting mermen?

What if your summoned heroes were broken people who needed saving first? Azea, once a celebrated pro gamer, had it all—fame, money, and the title of “World’s Best.” But after a devastating wrist injury cut his career short, his life spiraled into mediocrity. Now, 21 and bitter, Azea spends his days drinking soda in his apartment, playing low-tier dungeon crawls for scraps of loot. Everything changes when he wakes up one day with the rarest Summoner Class ever recorded—The Infinite Weaver, a class that can summon heroes from any world or reality, breaking the normal restrictions of the System. But he is Level 1. And every hero he summons is a broken, tragic character who needs to be repaired, mentally and physically, before they’ll fight for him.

Knagslot was an accountant and living fine not until oneday when he is recarnated as Dot korreto, and he his made the minion's clown, making him to compete in the game - A Nightmare for clowns. He is to battle against different monsters and win at last - the price his life and freedom. He also discovers the powers that comes with his system, but those too have a lot of disadvantage. And soon, after winning and winning and losing and discovering shocking mysteries, knagslot wants to leave, and too that won't be easy and has a whole lot of disadvantages.

he tightens his grip on her wrist, his cold, lustful eyes bore into her soul, reminding her of the vows they once exchanged. "You are mine and mine alone," he whispers, his voice dripping with dark possessiveness. But Diara is no longer the broken woman he left behind. She meets his gaze with a defiant grin, her voice steady as she declares, "I have signed the divorce papers, there’s nothing between us." But Kellan, ever the predator, smirks at her defiance, licking his lips in a way that makes her skin crawl. "I have not yet signed the divorce papers," he sneers, "It’s null and void." His words send a wave of disgust through her, but she refuses to back down. She has suffered enough—endured the heartbreak of losing countless children, the relentless torment of the Crownstar family, and the pain of loving a man who only brought her misery. Diara thought she had escaped his clutches, but now he has returned, more dangerous and determined than ever to claim her as his own. He may have broken her once, but this time, Diara is prepared to fight back. She knows that Kellan is a monster, a man who thrives on control and manipulation, and she is ready to do whatever it takes to free herself from his grasp once and for all. As the battle between them intensifies, Diara must confront the demons of her past and the dark reality of her present. In a world where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, she must find the strength to reclaim her life and protect herself from the man who once vowed to cherish her—but who now seeks to destroy her.

“You think you have everything figured out by forcing me to marry you, don’t you? Tsk!” Roxanne spat mockingly, her eyes spitting fire at the man before her. “I love you too, Roxxy.” Sebastian regarded her with an endearment that always caused her skin to crawl. A soft smile laced his lips-one she longed to wipe off his face. If possible, Roxanne wished she could tear his treacherous face with her bare hands. “I will so make you pay, Sebastian Sinclair. You would wish you never crossed paths with me. That is a promise!” As she whispered these words into his ear, her warm breath tickled his skin, causing Sebastian to lose control. Before she could step away from him, he swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. The slow love song in the background added to the fake image of love between the couple. The grand wedding reception had no flaw, except the singular couple that stood in the middle of the dance floor. One was overjoyed to finally have her, while the other couldn’t wait to torment him for every pain he caused her. “Get your filthy hands off…” Before Roxanne could finish her words, her husband claimed her lips hungrily, causing her to go stiff in his arms, after all, she couldn’t push him away in the presence of all the guests. The loud cheers and applause filled the room, making almost everyone envious of the power couple. However, one thing was certain, all hell would break loose soon enough. ============== In her past life, Roxanne Winslow felt nothing but pure hatred towards her husband. For all she knew, he got her brother arrested and later murdered in prison. However, he still used that fact to force her into a marriage, hiding the truth about her brother’s death from her. As payback, Roxanne cheated on him, plotted, and even schemed against her husband, until she was finally faced with a divorce agreement from Sebastian. It was only after she gladly signed the divorce document and ended up betrayed, scammed, miserable and dead that she realised Sebastian Sinclair has always been the umbrella that blocked out the scorching sun for her. Now that she got a second chance to live, Roxanne would worship the ground on which Sebastian steps, just so he won’t bring up the topic of divorce. She must atone for all her sins, protect Sebastian, and make him happy in this lifetime. The problem is, even if she wanted to remain Mrs Sinclair, a thousand reasons were waiting to tear their fragile union apart...

Emma is a smart teenage girl who is ostracized at school by her brother and his friends for something she did three months ago. She spends most of her time in Blackwood Forest until she encounters a sadistic supernatural clown boy who changes her entire life.

Deep within a shadowy forest shrouded in legends lies "Ashwood Asylum", a sinister facility where children deemed "dangerous" are sent. Under the guise of treatment, a mysterious organization conducts horrific experiments, transforming these children into superhuman tools... but at a devastating cost. Maria, an innocent girl who finds herself in the asylum without understanding why, is thrust into a nightmare where children are turned into monsters controlled by a mysterious girl named "Ella". Ella possesses a terrifying ability to bend others to her will, turning them into living puppets. Amidst this chaos stands "Luke", a boy bound in chains whom even the organization fears, and "Joe",, a maniacal clown-like child who spreads havoc wherever he goes. In a world ruled by chaos, where sanity is a distant memory, will Maria survive? Or will she become another pawn in the game of madness and control?. A gripping tale of psychological horror and dark drama, where no one is innocent, and nothing is as it seems.

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

What does it mean to be human? In the far distant future where all life has seemingly perished, an astral meteor collides into the remnants of a giant mechanized disc located underground in an isolated ghost town. From the disc, a single entity awakens within cryostasis with only one clear path: "I must eliminate our forebearers who seek the truth, and assume their lord." She wields a blade surging with the life force of an ancient demigod named Alfaic, whom she denounces upon first contact. She is an unnamed warrior, who is affectionately nicknamed Lyn (LYNBG52) by her comrades from a single mysterious code name tattooed on her left arm. Grotesque aggressive creatures known as the ROT are composed of a combination of rotting entities that roam the lands. Seeking to devour all life they come across, their relationship with the denizens of SIGMA and the apocalypse resembles more than just their sustenance, but a secret that Lyn must discover for herself if she is to save humanity or watch it perish. "What is humanity? Nothing but a hand or a leg? So easily disposable. Frail insignificant beings... crawl to whatever disc you originated from..."

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.

Today is the start of our high school debut. the day went by without a hitch like any other day until I saw my best friend and my childhood friend in an empty classroom. Did I hear that right? Did she just confessed her feelings? long story short, I love my childhood friend. But seeing her being in love with my best friend. hmm.. Stay tuned for a boring story of mine.

I’m not like the others here. I’ve never been like anyone, really—not since I can remember. I feel… nothing. There’s no joy, no sadness, no anger. Only the occasional dark craving that surges up from somewhere deep inside. An urge to kill. But that’s one urge I keep buried, hidden behind the polite nods and empty stares that help me blend in. Moving to a new school in Manchester should’ve been easy. But then the murders began. Someone here is killing students, and now everyone’s watching everyone else. Everyone’s afraid. Everyone, except me. I didn’t expect to care about finding the killer. But the bodies are piling up, and for the first time, something stirs within me—curiosity. An itch I can’t ignore. I’m drawn to it, to the hunt, even though each new death feels like a warning, a sign of something crawling out from inside me. Then I meet them: a girl with eyes that seem to understand the darkness in mine, a boy who challenges me like he’s searching for my own hidden secret, and a friend who’s as bright as I am hollow. Being around them is dangerous. They’re making me feel things—small, strange things I can’t name, and the more I feel, the harder it is to keep that dark urge under control. As I get closer to the truth, I’m beginning to wonder: am I hunting a killer, or am I becoming one? Or maybe... I’ve been one all along.

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.