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Eclipsed By Fate

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?
Nephthys_Selene · 18.1K Views

Bleeding Shadows ( Ashes)

In a world where the dead cling to the living through malevolent spirits called *Shades*, 19-year-old **Jin Soel** harbors a cursed gift: he can resurrect the dead, but each act of defiance against death exacts a gruesome toll. A degenerative curse known as **the Rot** consumes his body, crumbling it piece by piece. Torn between desperation and guilt, Jin uses his power to dig up graves, seeking answers about his mother’s mysterious death years ago—and the monstrous Shade she became when he first unknowingly resurrected her. When Jin revives **Min-ah**, a murdered classmate, her soul erupts as a ferocious Shade, forcing him to destroy her corpse again to survive. Bloodied and crumbling, Jin is confronted by **Yuri**, a cryptic woman with one ghostly eye and a vial of temporary salvation. She drags him into the **Hollow Market**—a macabre underworld where the damned trade secrets, memories, and flesh. There, Jin learns Min-ah’s death was no random tragedy but part of a sinister *harvest* to breed powerful Shades. As Jin navigates this shadowy realm with Yuri—whose motives blur the line between ally and manipulator—he uncovers threads linking Min-ah’s murder to his mother’s past. But every resurrection Jin performs to unravel the truth accelerates the Rot, edging him closer to becoming one of the very monsters he hunts. With Shades growing stronger and his body failing, Jin must decide how much of himself he’s willing to lose to protect the living… and outrun the ghost of the mother he doomed to eternal torment. **Dark, visceral, and morally tangled**, *Bleeding Shadows* weaves a tale of cursed power, haunted legacies, and the price of clinging to those already gone. Perfect for fans of *Chainsaw Man*’s existential grit and *The Girl from the Other Side*’s eerie melancholy.
Guddu_Oram_6080 · 3.2K Views

LOVE REWIND

At the Orphanage "I like you." Her eyes widened. "But I don’t—" He cut her off, his grin widening. "I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU AND..." He paused dramatically, locking eyes with her before leaning in once more. "And I like to irritate you." Yadhana’s glare could have burned through walls. Yuvaa chuckled. "And you look cute when you're angry." Before she could explode, he playfully pinched her cheeks. "Ugh! You're such a buffalo!" she snapped, turning away. Yuvaa, ever the troublemaker, called after her. "Well, if I’m a buffalo, then you’re the buffalo’s best friend!" She froze in her tracks, fists clenching. "I am NOT your friend!" "You are," he teased. "I AM NOT!!" "YOU ARE MY BESTEST FRIEND!" That was the final straw. Fueled by rage, Yadhana stormed toward him, eyes blazing. "I AM NOT! I AM NOT AND—" Before she could finish, Yuvaa suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "You are. Until our last breath, you’re mine." And with that, he bolted, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd be dead meat. Fourteen Years Later A scream shattered the silence. "Please leave me alone! Please don’t do this to me… I beg you… please!!!" Yuvaa’s eyes shot open. That voice—he knew it instantly. "Yadhana." Heart pounding, he rushed toward her. She was curled up in the corner, trembling, tears streaming down her face. When he placed a hand on her shoulder, she recoiled violently. "Yadhana, what’s wrong?" he asked gently. "Please… don’t touch me… I beg you," she sobbed, her voice raw with terror. A lump formed in his throat. What happened to you, Yaad? "It’s me, Yuvaa," he whispered, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. But as soon as he said her name, her expression twisted in anguish. "Don’t call me that name!" she snapped. "Yaad—" "DON’T!!! CALL!!! ME!!! BY!!! THAT!!! NAME!!!" she screamed, her body shaking violently. Yuvaa flinched but nodded. "Alright… I won’t." She clung to him suddenly, sobbing into his chest. "Please don’t leave me with him, Pa… I’m scared… I don’t want to be with him… please don’t leave me…" Pain stabbed through his heart. He held her tighter. "I won’t leave you, Yadhana. I promise." But just as quickly, she shoved him away. "No… no… you’re lying! You’re going to leave me with him!" she cried, eyes darting around in panic. "Yaad, what are you—" "DON’T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" she shrieked again, her voice hollow, broken. Yuvaa inhaled sharply. "Okay… okay… just breathe, Yadhana." She turned to him then, her gaze sharp and piercing. "Don’t come near me, Pa. I’m not the Yadhana you once knew. I’ve become a monster… I’m no longer the girl you remember." Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again. "None of that matters to me. You are not a monster, Yadhana. You’re an angel. No matter what you’ve been through, you’re still you." Tears glistened in her eyes. "You’re lying…" she whispered. He answered with a kiss. For the first time in years, she stilled. As sleep finally took over, Yuvaa gently laid her on the bed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. He pulled a chair beside her, his fingers lightly running through her hair as he watched over her. His jaw tightened. Who hurt you, Yadhana? Why are you carrying this pain alone? Memories of the past flashed in his mind—the day her own sister slapped her, the silent suffering in her eyes, the wounds she never spoke of. He clenched his fists. If you won’t tell me… I swear, I’ll find out myself. And when I do, I won’t let them get away with it. Yuvaa exhaled sharply, his resolve hardening. "I don’t care who they are—family or not. No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here." Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "I swear, my angel… I will protect you. Always."
Phavv · 575 Views

Whisper of Twilight

A soul-stirring story of a forbidden and abiding revelation of immortal world. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Anezka Orien who had been taken far away from home to the mortal world shortly after her birth. Her home held magic and power, wrapped in illusions. Twelve years later, she returned to Cosmos of Aislinn, A immortal world she had only heard about in the bedtime stories told by her foster caregiver. This unreal world is filled with mystery and magic, but even more enigmatic is the shadow queen of another kingdom, who has occupied Anezka's mind. The desire to unravel the secrets surrounding the queen has become Anezka's primary motivation, fueling her determination to confront the unknown. With each clue she uncovers, she draws closer to the elusive truth, hoping that understanding the queen's hidden secrets will finally grant her the freedom to escape this eternal, immortal realm's magic and return to the normal life she longs for. Excerpt: "People called her as cold-hearted, claiming she was hollow and unfeeling. They warned me to steer clear of her. She’s a fiery shadow, formless and voiceless; people can only sense her presence. Despite this, I felt an undeniable pull toward the Shadow Queen of the Kingdom of Corbin, a wistful ache as if our souls had met before. What matters most is that she is the only one with the power to free me from this unknown and elusive world's magic. Only she can help me, but she remains invisible, and I am determined to find her. I want to discover myself and unveil my purpose for existing in this immortal realm". —————— Once upon a time, there lived a mysterious Queen named Azara Catori, burdened by a curse as old as time. She was one of the three Ardere, fiery souls who instilled fear in the hearts of the townspeople from other elements. The Catori name was tainted with darkness and flames. Excerpt: "They called the uncouth an oddity–an appalling figure. She's a normal human, vulnerable like the exact people I try to avoid. They advised me to keep my distance from her. Yet, there was an unshakeable yearning for Anezka Orien that I found impossible to escape." ————————————————— Trigger Warnings : Mention of Death, Anxiety, Depression. Note : Some chapters may be triggering for others but there is always a warning before reading. ————————————————— Instagram : oykucara Pinterest : oykucara Discord : oykucara
oykucara · 10.8K Views

After Marrying Him, the Ending Has Changed

The well-off little salted fish transmigrated to a poor era, where her grandparents valued boys over girls, leading to a miserable life for their granddaughters. Fortunately, her dad, though lazy, slippery, and illogical, shamelessly relying on his parents and taking advantage of his siblings, was protective of his daughters. Her drama queen mother, who was lazy but liked to eat, often tried to coax food off of her, yet she always left a portion for her. There was also the Scholar Tyrant System that pressured her every day to strive for progress, capable of using high-tech to hunt and allowing her to eat meat!! It wasn't until her cousin from her second uncle's family changed drastically after nearly drowning that Jiang Mianmian realized she was in a reborn female protagonist novel of that era, and her family of three was destined to meet a tragic end as reprehensible relatives. However, Jiang Mianmian, who knew the plot well, was fully capable of avoiding the tragic deaths of her parents and was not afraid of the seemingly strong but actually hollow protagonist. Her only worry was the powerful ally backing the protagonist. Then she discovered that the protagonist’s powerful ally was none other than the beautiful young man her father had rescued from the icy river last month! So Jiang Mianmian was completely reassured. With this life-saving favor, the young man would definitely not side with the protagonist against her family in the future. Moreover, Dashan took the initiative and said, "Little Lamb, I’d like to court you with the intent of getting a marriage license, is that okay?" As someone obsessed with good looks, Jiang Mianmian struggled and then reluctantly refused, “No, I plan to have a son-in-law who will marry into the family.” The powerful ally didn’t hesitate, “Then I’ll be the son-in-law who marries into the family, and the children will take the Jiang surname!” Jiang Mianmian: “Let’s go, get the marriage license!” (Updated and posted at 10:10 AM on the 16th of this month)
Bookworm under the Moonlight · 366.4K Views

The Vanishing Truth

When disgraced journalist Ethan Carter receives an anonymous letter with a recent photograph of Lena Graves, his childhood best friend who vanished ten years ago, he is forced to return to his hometown of Raven’s Hollow—a place he swore he would never set foot in again. The letter’s cryptic message, “You forgot about her, but she never forgot about you,” stirs memories long buried and raises chilling questions. Upon his arrival, Ethan quickly realizes that Lena wasn’t the only one who disappeared. The town has been hiding something dark—an intricate web of secrets, deception, and missing persons that no one dares to acknowledge. As he digs deeper, Ethan discovers eerie patterns: all the victims had assumed new identities before vanishing without a trace. And he’s not the only one who received a letter. With the help of Madeline Hart, a local journalist who has been tracking the disappearances, Ethan follows a trail of forgotten names and abandoned pasts, uncovering a sinister presence lurking in the town’s shadows. Someone has been watching. Someone has been orchestrating. And someone is making sure that those who uncover the truth don’t live to tell it. As paranoia sets in and old memories resurface, Ethan must confront his own past—because the deeper he digs, the more he realizes that he might have been part of the game all along. The truth is waiting in Raven’s Hollow. But the price of finding it may be his life. A psychological thriller of hidden identities, deception, and chilling revelations, The Vanishing Truth is a gripping tale of how far the mind can go to protect secrets—and how some disappearances were never meant to be solved.
Noah_sinclair · 373 Views

The Monarch’s Ashes

Cassian Vale was a hero—celebrated, trusted, and utterly betrayed. Accused of treason against the empire he once swore to protect, he was sentenced to death by fire, his body reduced to embers before the eyes of thousands. But death does not claim him. Buried beneath the ashes of his own execution, Cassian wakes in a ruined husk of a body, alive but forever burned. The world has moved on, his name whispered only in curses, his memory fading like smoke. Yet, something else lingers within him—a presence, a hunger, a power that should not exist. As he returns to the empire’s capital in search of answers, Cassian uncovers a horrifying truth: he is not the first to suffer this fate. Every emperor before him met the same fiery end, only to vanish without a trace. Their souls, twisted and bound to the empire, whisper to him in the dark, guiding him toward a destiny steeped in blood and ruin. But the deeper he digs, the less human he becomes. His body no longer obeys mortal laws, his reflection moves when he does not, and the world itself seems to bend around his will. He is evolving—but into what? Now, Cassian stands at a crossroads: Unravel the ancient curse binding the empire’s rulers to a fate worse than death. Burn the throne that betrayed him and forge a new path, no matter the cost. Succumb to the monstrous power rising within him and take his place as the true god of the fallen. In a world where history is written in fire and blood, Cassian Vale will either be its final ruler… or its executioner.
Hollows · 603 Views

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
Zeisn · 0 Views
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