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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. https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

One Click Changed Everything. Zayan Malik Was Just A Regular Guy With A Habit Of Clicking Every Shady Pop-Up Ad He Saw. But This Time, Instead Of Getting A Virus, He Got Something Much Worse—a System. Not A Normal System, Though. This One Sends Him Daily Missions Like “Hug A Policeman,” “Scream I’M A BANANA In Public,” Or “Flirt With Your Boss And Run.” While Other Heroes Get Swords, Spells, Or Super Strength, Zayan Gets Coupons, Cringe, And Public Humiliation. Now, With His Life Turned Into A Daily Reality Show Of Chaos, He Has One Goal: Figure Out Who Installed This Glitchy Nightmare And Why It's Ruining His Life—One Embarrassing Mission At A Time. Because Sometimes, The Wrong System… Might Be Exactly What The World Needs.

When a mysterious pulse tears through the sky, the world changes forever. Only a few survive its power—those strong enough to be called Archeons. Klaus Aetherion was just a farm boy—quiet, overlooked, forgotten. But when the sky burned and the earth screamed, something inside him awakened. Something ancient. Now, with powers he barely understands and a world spiraling into chaos, Klaus must walk a path carved by fire, loss, and vengeance. The age of kings is ending. The storm is coming.

Lance Mercer's life is painfully normal. He works IT support in a basement office where printers scream, coworkers cry over Bluetooth, and lunch is a rotating tragedy of lukewarm noodles and existential dread. He's got a dog named Dario, a cursed coffee addiction, and a daily goal of making it to 5:01 PM without committing a felony. Then he buys milk. Now he's being hunted by unmarked helicopters, cultists in cow masks, and possibly the U.S. government. Reality keeps glitching when he sneezes, his dog might be telepathic, and there's a chance he's bonded with an ancient cosmic dairy god. He just wanted cereal. (Inspired by DanDaDan and Parasyte: The Maxim)

The end is not coming, it's already here, clawing its way from the shadowed corners of a world broken by humanity's own wickedness. A cataclysmic darkness, born of our deepest fears made manifest, rises to consume all. The shattered remnants of a sacred order fight a desperate, hopeless battle against a tide of monstrous, supernatural horrors, their valiant efforts swallowed by the encroaching nightmare. Even as they desperately cling to the flickering light, a terrifying power is unleashed, a chilling revelation of humanity's self-inflicted damnation, a fate sealed in blood and shadowed despair. Their struggle for survival is a terrifying dance with death, a final, agonizing scream swallowed by the suffocating darkness before the world is plunged into an eternity of chilling silence. The battle for survival is far from over, and the fate of the world hangs precariously in the balance.

Warning: This novel contains gore. You've been warned. When does someone become a monster? When they kill another human? Or perhaps when they turn into a beast obsessed with blood? Simple—you don’t become one. You’re born as one. The thrill in every scream, the pleasure in every sob, the satisfaction in every murder—that is what it means to be a monster. But... what would happen if a monster were unleashed in a peaceful world? Arthur. The greatest—and worst—assassin of all time. No one knows his face. Only legends. Only records of brutally slaughtered victims. A case with no answers. Only one thing is certain: once you become his target, you’d better savor your last days alive.

The war didn't begin with a battle. It began with silence. A year ago, a colony went dark. No distress call. No survivors. Just a scream buried in static — and then came the monsters. Now, the Apex Dreadbornes — “D-Borns” to the grunts — are everywhere. They tear through outposts, breed in nests of flesh and bone, and adapt faster than humanity can respond. The United Coalition fights back with everything it has. But their deadliest weapon isn’t a bomb or a gun — it’s a rare few soldiers who can sync with Exo-Warframes: advanced combat suits that turn ordinary humans into walking war machines. No gods. No miracles. Just bullets, bone, and blood. Welcome to the Infernal Front.

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. ✿ Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. ✿ Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. ✿ Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

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!... Hello, everyone! This book is participating in WSA 2025! Your support means a lot, so I truly appreciate it. Thank you! ((Support me and follow me on X and Instagram at 'Delilad Trenna'!))

"When the law falls silent, some will choose to scream through the blade." Kenji Varquez—former agent, current criminal, and a constant threat. In the eyes of justice, he is a murderer. In the eyes of the oppressed, he is an avenger. He never asked the world for forgiveness. He never begged for understanding. He knows what he did—and he's willing to do it again. But his story isn’t just about prison, or guilt. It’s about a system that failed. And the monster it created.

Ken had to kill everyone in the town. He had made a deal. So, he started. First, he killed the priest. This was the man who said Ken should be beheaded. Next was the old woman. She had cheered the loudest. Then came his friends and neighbors. He also killed the schoolteacher. She had acted like she didn't see what was happening. With each death, a glowing mark appeared on Ken's chest. Each scream made a shadow behind a curtain grow stronger. But things felt wrong. As Ken killed more people, the world around him started to break apart. Reality seemed to glitch. When he looked in a mirror, his reflection didn't move with him. The stars in the sky changed their positions. They formed an eye that just stared. Then came the final sacrifice, the last living soul: his mother.

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

The world government is a corrupted organization, they're selfish, cruel, and apathetic. People are dying, tortured, and enslaved. This world is set to the modern era, though their knowledge doesn't exist, they don't know Science, they don't know Math; no knowledge. It is believed that there is a library, locked with “energia”—nobody knows. One day, a village was shook by a loud scream—it was an old man, and this old man is the contributor, the most intelligent in their region. “Find my green book..” he announced, mentioning that his prophecies were true.

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.

The first thing they heard was Rachel’s scream. Then came the silence. Dorm 6A has rules. Unwritten ones. Whispers in the walls, shadows that move when no one’s looking, and names that should never be spoken — especially hers. Rachel vanished. No blood. No body. Just the sound of her voice… still screaming. Now Clara and her friends are trapped in the dorm the school swore was safe. The gates are locked. The teachers are lying. And someone — or something — is waking beneath the floorboards. The Third Drift has begun. "One must speak. One must bleed. One must vanish." Welcome to Dorm 6A. And whatever you do — don’t say her name. The first thing they heard was Rachel’s scream. Then came the silence. Dorm 6A has rules. Unwritten ones. Whispers in the walls, shadows that move when no one’s looking, and names that should never be spoken — especially hers. Rachel vanished. No blood. No body. Just the sound of her voice… still screaming. Now Clara and her friends are trapped in the dorm the school swore was safe. The gates are locked. The teachers are lying. And someone — or something — is waking beneath the floorboards. The Third Drift has begun. "One must speak. One must bleed. One must vanish." Welcome to Dorm 6A. And whatever you do — don’t say her name.

Thrown into a nightmare he never chose, Anthony wakes up in a world where pain breathes through every shadow. Here, death comes without warning, power is hoarded by monsters in human form, and the weak are erased without ceremony. There are no heroes. No second chances. Only those who adapt — or die screaming. Anthony is no savior. He carries wounds he won’t name. But in this world that devours, every scream becomes a weapon. Every failure, a mutation. To survive, he must evolve. Not to be strong — but to stop breaking. Because in this world, even the broken can become gods. Anthesis of Sadness is a journey of blood, will, and transformation — where the deepest tragedy may not be death… but the person we become to survive.

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

In a forgotten village lies an ancient, broken bridge—silent for years, but soaked in screams. When Maya’s father joins a government team to reconstruct it, he vanishes mysteriously. As Maya investigates, she uncovers a horrifying past: a ritual of blood sacrifices, a cursed foundation, and vengeful souls waiting for rebirth. The more she digs, the closer she gets to the truth—and to death.

Everything comes handy, especially when we're angry. The thought of revenge, that makes us shiver in agitation. That makes us think of the past- but not the current situation. The blood in our veins, that pushes the angry adrenaline. Inside and out. The anger is getting loud. There is no space left for peace. Long was it thrown in the abyss. And we will never be luminated. Because of the anger that we were blinded. Even if seeking vengeance means, digging two graves. One for your enemy and the other for yourself. You'll never stop, until you put your enemies bones in your own shelf. And that's what our protagonist does, Blinded with anger and undaunted by fear. The scream for murder is all that you'll ever hear. The past was long gone,but it was all left undone. For the protagonist, it was just the beginning of a war that has no ending. The war for love,that turned out to be hatred. Murder and anger is the perfect emotion. And vengeance is the perfect solution.

Mr Manchester sighed frustrated,what has he gotten himself into, he should have thought about it before handing it to that fool. He shouted angrily and threw the glass cup he was holding at the wall. "fuck" he screamed angrily, he couldn't risk his future, his family, his life. He had to do something and do it fast.

"You think he owns you? No, mi alma. You were made for me, every breath, every scream.” After June’s billionaire husband Axel Grey, humiliated and abandoned her for his mistress, she meets Levi Stark: a stranger dangerously intoxicating, and nothing like her cold ex. He doesn't just want her body, he wants her to be his. When a letter threatens her life, she’s pulled into a web of danger, obsession, and love that cuts deep. He wants her heart. He wants her soul. ‎But someone wants her dead. June must choose: the monster who hurt her or the one who might never let her go.

In a world where magic is breathed like people breathe air, humanity is born with powers called "Ether Souls"—every human is born bound to a primal soul that determines their magic type, class, and fate. But there is a sacred rule: > "He who is not born with a soul is not considered human." In the high capital of Aurelius, the nobles gather in the Tower of Souls, while the poor fight for a drop of energy. In the Soul Wasteland, where those born without souls are thrown, a boy named Eden is born. He was dead at birth. No soul, no pulse, no hope. But on the third night, he opened his eyes... and screamed. That scream tore through the walls of the place, and space cracked. He was born with a black, ethereal spirit... not of this world.

In the cold heart of the Lunaris Kingdom, destiny is written in blood and sealed by pheromones. Each year, the royal mating ball binds noble Alphas to their destined Omegas. For Prince Lucian—pureblood, untouchable, undefeated—it’s just another tradition. Until her. Lady Seraphina Ashbourne. The heir of a powerful house. Beautiful, prideful, untouchable. And smelling of jasmine fire. Lucian’s instincts scream she is his mate. But the bond doesn’t settle. The mark doesn’t hold. And worse—she dares to resist him. When dominance meets defiance, and fate meets rebellion, their world will ignite. But in a kingdom where love is a luxury and power is survival… who truly holds the leash? Daily updates: 1–2 chapters Every 5 comments = 1 bonus chapter Every 2 reviews = 1 bonus chapter 1 Golden Ticket = 1 bonus chapter Only if you feel like it, of course ;)

A bunch of female anime characters get turned into Fox girls and make a bunch of female Disney characters their mates.

It was the 25th of October 2005, a day now known as 'That Fateful Day,' when the world was plunged into chaos. Billions of voices screamed and echoed with otherworldly chants as an inexplicable force chose individuals to serve a broken god, turning them into twisted versions of angels. With no regard for life, the angels mercilessly killed many, leaving just a few survivors. Eric arrived in the settlement of West Arvada, carrying his dying child, as his fight for survival truly began.

In a world that chose science over gods, the divine returned anyway… and it was furious. Sekai Town is untouched. Peaceful. Boring. Despite two suns in the sky and a spiral moon glaring down, life remains quiet — and Haru Airumoto wants it to stay that way. He doesn’t care for the relics, called Arcs, now scattered across Japan. He doesn’t believe in Fateforms, soul-bound manifestations tied to destiny. And he absolutely wants nothing to do with the god-things that call themselves Lusts. But when a strange man collapses at his crush’s doorstep, clutching a stolen relic… When red smoke pours from her unconscious body… When the town’s divine sirens — silent for ten years — begin to scream… …Haru remembers something he was never meant to: An eye. A voice. A relic he destroyed when he was eight years old. And now it wants him back.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

The Stone Emperor, freed from his stony slumber, marched north with Kael’s dagger in hand, his veins burning with vengeance. Along the way, he forged uneasy alliances—a rogue Vein-Touched scholar, a witch bound to the old gods, and a scarred mercenary with a grudge. Together, they carved a bloody path toward the Black Spire, where the noblewoman, now a writhing abomination of flesh and shadow, awaited. In their final battle, the Emperor unleashed Crimson Blood Genesis, drowning her in a storm of molten ruby. Her last scream faded as her body dissolved—not into death, but into something worse. The dagger pulsed. Hungry.

Locked in a rotting dungeon, bleeding and broken, a nameless prisoner clings to a single truth— His pain is not his weakness. It's his power. With every wound, he can forge weapons. With every scream he suppresses, he crafts tools. His blood is his currency. His suffering, his forge. No magic. No allies. Only a broken body, a sharp will, and a forbidden ability that could change everything. When the guards least expect it, when the chains feel heaviest—he moves. Because pain… is the sharpest blade of all.