Lycoris Recoil Aquarium

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— "Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

Helix Team: Brilliant Shadows

**Synopsis:** Thea has loved Ryder, her childhood best friend, for as long as she can remember, but she buried her feelings to safeguard their unbreakable bond. ~Excerpt~ “Ryder, p..please listen.” Thea pleads, but he recoils, his voice cold: “You’re nothing to me now.” Her desperate cries—“You’re believing her over me?”—only deepen his resolve. “I don’t want to see your face again..” he snaps, leaving Thea broken and sobbing in the dust. Later on, Thea, now a struggling waitress, faces a cruel twist of fate when Ryder walks into her restaurant, his fiancée at his side. “I told you to stay away.” “Ry...Mr. Thompson.” she stammers, “I never thought we’d cross paths again.” His reply cuts deep: “I meant it when I said I never wanted to see you.” Locking eyes, she whispers, “I didn’t mean to hurt you..” but he scoffs, “Hurt? I hate you for what you did to her.” The boy she once knew is gone, replaced by a man consumed by bitterness. As their past unravels, whispers of the truth begin to surface, threatening to expose the rival’s long-buried deception. Will Ryder confront the betrayal he’s clung to for years? Can Thea and Ryder reclaim the bond they lost, or will the lies that tore them apart leave their hearts irreparably fractured? --- This Novel is not translated but an original work written by author Audenzia_16.

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

A girl awakens in a vast meadow of violet flowers, a crystal lake stretching endlessly before her. She does not know her name. She does not know why she is here. Memories elude her, slipping through her grasp like water. Yet something lingers—an echo of something lost, something buried. When a chance encounter pulls her into a world brimming with power, deception, and whispers of an unraveling fate, she must confront the one truth she cannot escape: Some things are forgotten for a reason. But in a world where the past refuses to stay buried, how long before it comes for her? Author here: Starting from 2/25/25, I have been updating all the chapters. I recommend that readers who have already read them take the time to reread everything :) UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY.

Gabe King starts college desperate to change—to make friends, find love, and finally bury the twisted obsession he’s secretly held for his mother. But one drunken night at a party shatters everything. Inexperienced and overwhelmed, he accidentally cums inside a hooker… only to realize it’s his Mom, Angela. She doesn’t recoil. She smiles. For Angela, this is permission. The moment she’s waited for. Her yandere love for Gabe, once hidden beneath motherly concern, is now unleashed. And she’ll do anything to keep him, sabotaging his friendships, crashing his classes, and reminding him that no one will ever love him like she does. More Plot than Porn. [Some NTR, but not from the mom] Discord link to get updates easily [Do not talk about NTR in general] https://discord.gg/bQ4GzeBXV8

Farion was the son of Alden and Selene. Alden, a man driven by an insatiable curiosity for the world's unsolved mysteries, was married to Selene, a woman gifted with the rare ability to perceive energies invisible to ordinary eyes. One day, they ventured into an ancient ruin and discovered a strange black box resting atop an altar-like pedestal. “Honey, is the energy coming from here?” Alden asked softly. “Yes… from the box,” Selene murmured. Alden, handling it with the utmost care, slowly opened the box. Suddenly, a burst of blue light, laced with inky blackness, surged from the box. Alden recoiled, stunned. Before he could make sense of it, the light struck Selene in the abdomen. Alden’s body moved before his mind could catch up—he spun around, instinctively shielding her. “Honey!” he cried, his voice cracking with terror. Selene slumped the instant the light touched her, collapsing lifelessly into his arms. Consumed by worry, Alden stared at Selene’s face, sweat dripping down his brow. Without a second thought, he cradled her and ran—back to their lodgings, back to safety

In a realm of mortals, a monster stirred into existence. At the beginning, adrift in purpose, the creature resolved to guard its progenitors and the girl who came before, he intended to defend and protect all of them... his only purpose... As times unfolded, the monster adeptly concealed itself behind the visage of a mortal, humanoid in nature, he easily donned the guise, the mask of a human being. Yet, fear not, for the tale did not conclude there. A young man's agonized wail pierced the nocturnal silence, a lament for all he lost, for all he wished to protect, challenging the heavenly realms and defying the very essence of existence. In his rebellion, the world recoiled, deeming him unworthy of breath, a rejection that ushered his drowning into oblivion. Amidst the struggle for survival, an otherworldly entity took notice. "Perhaps…? Let's test the fortitude of his will!" As the youth teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a voice resonated in his mind. [Notice: Legendary Skill Reincarnation Acquired!] [Reincarnation has been activated!] ... In a cosmos where gods, devils, humans, myths, and dreams converge into reality, the monster finds rebirth. Yet, navigating this new existence proved arduous, for the world demanded a toll for every breath he took and every moment of joy in it. And such a toll… it will be paid with his life once more. Will the human-masked monster triumph… Or will he fall just like a hundred times before? Let me see an end to it, but now… will you join me, Mortal!? ----------------------------------- This novel is an extremely slow-burn one... The main story technically starts with Season 3. The first two seasons are something like a prologue to show what happened and who the MC is, so simply, if you want a faster experience, start with season 3; it won't be that much of a difference if you don't. Chapter Length: 1800-2200 words. The Mc is a kind of psychopath who wore a mask throughout his life, but I would not easily condemn him as neither good nor evil. (And before you ask. Yes, the MC is kind of a Yandere obsession type as well.) There will be a harem, but it will be much later or until I start liking another girl character. There is some dark and gore stuff, be it burning flesh, dissection, blood, extreme agony, or whatever else. I just want to say that if you don't like it, be prepared that they are not uncommon and are mostly detailed... A question that arose in me... When does someone become a monster? Where is the edge of humanity? I don't know the specifics either just yet, so let's find out together... And that's it. Have a nice read, my fellow humans. ;)

Ray's world narrowed to the searing pain as the whip cracked against his back. He sat in the darkness of his jail cell, hands tied together with heavy chains. His older brother, fueled by rage, stood over him, the whip raised for another strike. "You're useless, Ray!" his brother spat. "If you hadn't been born, I wouldn't have lost the Battle of Terrestria! You're a curse, a plague on our family!" Ray's mind recoiled in confusion. What was his brother talking about? He hadn't even been there... wherever "there" was. He didn't know what the Battle of Terrestria was or why it mattered. The only thing he knew was pain. As the whip cracked again, Ray's thoughts dissolved into a haze of agony and hatred. He was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who wronged him. Against his family, who treated him like trash. Against the world, which seemed determined to crush him. But Ray's story is far from over. As he found an ancient, mysterious tome hidden away in the depths of his prison. The book's yellowed pages held secrets that would change Ray's fate forever. As he dives into the book, he may be dragged on a path to ruin or greatness... a path that would lead him to be a teacher, a conqueror, a leader, a general, a soldier, a protector... a path that will make him the most sought-after man in the entire... well, we'll get to that later

Her fate had never looked so bleak. Adelheid, disgusted, stood before the doorstep of an ugly and corrupt lord. An abomination so reviled, the entire empire recoiled with disgust at the mention of his name. From her left, a voice cleared their throat. "Milady, the Archduke, your now rightfully wedded husband, will return by noon for your bedding ceremony. He had.. pressing matters." Adelheid frowned deeply at the butler. "Rightfully wedded husband?" She shook her head, tightening her brows further, before raising a finger, on it a large diamond ring glistered. "Is that why I was brought here? You must be deeply mistaken. I am married to the King. Not that malformed war-gremlin." ~~

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"

In a game where survival means everything, death isn’t just the end — it’s a beginning. Ethan Ryder — codename Recoil — was once a top-tier gamer. Now, he's trapped inside Eternity’s Edge, the world’s deadliest virtual battleground where victory means fortune, but failure means erasure — in-game and out in the real world. Armed with precision aim, quantum hacks, and pure grit, Recoil battles rival players, corrupted systems, and betrayal from within. When his closest ally is murdered during a trap set by the ruthless Reaper and the enigmatic Athena, Recoil vows revenge — but in this twisted world, trust is a loaded gun, and loyalty can get you killed. Every zone conquered. Every enemy outsmarted. Every move a heartbeat from death. Welcome to the Edge. No respawns. No mercy. No way out — except through. > "Survive the game. Unmask the traitors. Rewrite fate — or be deleted forever." *** Author’s Note Welcome to Eternity’s Edge — a world where loyalty is rare, betrayal is currency, and survival is earned one brutal fight at a time. This isn’t just another story about leveling up. It’s about revenge. It's about outsmarting the system. It’s about clawing your way to the top when the world — both virtual and real — is stacked against you. If you’re here for: Savage battles that leave your heart racing Plot twists that punch you in the gut Rivals who’ll make you cheer and curse Characters who bleed, sweat, and fight like hell ...then you’re in the right place. New chapters every week. Strap in, because Recoil’s story is just getting started — and once you step into the Edge, there’s no logging out. — Peace Walker ( Author)

Ciry’s life was auctioned off like a shiny trinket—to him. Ryu Hoshira. The world knows him as a dazzling A-list celebrity, dripping with charm, wealth, and dangerous good looks. But behind the paparazzi flashes and red-carpet smiles, he hides a darker truth: he’s the secret boss of Hoshira Gumi, Japan’s most feared underground syndicate. And now? He’s her fiancé. Sold off by her family in a twisted business deal, Ciry is shoved into the spotlight as Ryu’s future bride. But love? No, thank you. Her heart already belongs to another man. So she does what any reasonable woman forced into a fake fairytale would do—she plots to ruin it. Pajamas? Check. Flip-flops? Absolutely. Neon green hair? Why not! She’s ready to make a spectacle of herself, to humiliate both Ryu and her family's expectations. Ciry is hellbent on becoming the worst bride in history, a chaotic storm Ryu will want nothing to do with. But here's the problem… Ryu doesn’t get scared easily. Instead of recoiling, he smirks. Instead of canceling the wedding, he leans in closer. Every disastrous plan she hurls at him only tightens his grip—and what’s worse, it chips away at her own resolve. Will Ciry succeed in destroying her own marriage and running back to the love of her life? Or will Ryu's charm and power unravel her carefully laid plans, making her question everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and fate?

She woke from a coma with no memories or so they believed. Adopted by a decorated general and hidden in plain sight, Yan Xiyan walks the thin line between student and soldier. By day, she blends into the world of textbooks and uniforms. By night, she trains under a legendary sniper, enduring grueling drills designed to forge her into something deadly. She’s not just chasing strength, she’s running from ghosts. Ghosts of a massacre. Of blood, betrayal, and a haunting tune played on ivory keys while lives were taken one by one. They think she’s just a girl rebuilding her life. But Yan Xiyan has a name she no longer speaks, a past she hides behind her calm eyes, and a promise soaked in blood: She will find the ones who destroyed her world and return the favor with a bullet. In a world where enemies wear friendly faces and truth hides behind medals, the recoil of every shot she fires brings her closer to justice… or vengeance. Please leave reviews as it would me grow. Please understand that i am a first time writer.

Dans une petite ville Américaine, alors que ses parents sont en voyage, Ryan passe ses vacances tout seul avec ses camarades qui ont les mêmes passions que lui. Suite a une dispute durant une sortie avec ses camarades, Ryan pour oublier sa frustration et son mal être achète dans un bazar à jouet local un drôle d'article nommé " la civilisation des crapauds joyeux". Il prend ce jeu malgré le fait qu'il n'y a aucun prix et qu'il n'est référencé dans aucune commande du magasin. Ce set de biologie promet qu'à partir de petites bactéries mises dans l'eau d'un aquarium, une civilisation de batraciens naîtra. Très sceptique, Ryan essaie le produit pour se changer les idées et s'occuper. Petit a petit, au fil des semaines il s'apercevra en passant par l'âge de pierre jusqu'à l'ère moderne que les batraciens évolueront a sa grande surprise, mais aussi qu'ils deviendront de plus en plus belliqueux et violents à sa plus grande peur...

Aria didn’t ask to be chosen. A gifted healer living on the edge of the magical border, she’s spent her life hiding the strange power that pulses beneath her skin. But when the cursed prince demands a bride to seal the fragile peace between kingdoms, the village elders offer her up like a lamb for slaughter. Prince Kael has lived in darkness for years, his touch a death sentence, his kingdom crumbling beneath the weight of his curse. He expects fear, Silence, and Obedience. But instead, he gets a brave girl who won’t back down, and somehow, she lives after touching him. Both Aria and Kael are bound by ancient magic and political chains, and secrets buried in blood and shadow begin to rise. Her presence stirs something long forgotten in him. But the closer they get, the greater the danger, and breaking the curse may require more than just love. It may demand her life. “If your touch kills everything,” I whisper, “then why am I still breathing?” He doesn’t answer. But the shadows around him recoil—like they’re afraid of me.

Born not out of love, but as a tool—a mere vessel to sustain her elder sister—Elyria was never treated as a daughter, let alone a human being. From infancy, she endured an existence dictated by the will of her family, their hands cold and unrelenting as they siphoned her life away piece by piece. Every cut, every transfusion, every forced surgery stole a part of her, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell. The physical pain was unbearable, but the emotional wounds ran deeper. No one comforted her. No one whispered words of kindness. She was nothing but a living sacrifice. But when her usefulness as a donor dwindled, her parents found another way to exploit her. She was thrust into a life of horror—paraded like a doll for depraved men, her body no longer hers to protect. When she refused, she was thrown into a demonic underground circus, forced to perform in grotesque spectacles that twisted her very soul. Pain was once unbearable, but over time, her mind numbed itself to survive. She stopped feeling. Stopped resisting. Stopped being human. Yet, their cruelty knew no bounds. When she was of no more use, they discarded her entirely—putting her on auction like a mere object, waiting to be bought by the highest bidder. That was the day she met Veylan Blackthorne. A man of wealth and power, but unlike the monsters bidding for her, he didn’t see her as a possession. Instead, he was fascinated—haunted—by the emptiness in her eyes, the way she seemed to drift between life and death. And so, without hesitation, he bought her. Not as a slave. Not as a toy. But as a soul in need of salvation. Thus began the battle neither of them expected. Veylan struggled to break the chains around her, but Elyria was beyond saving—or so she believed. Night after night, she was tormented by the demons of her past, and as the shadows clawed at her mind, something inside her twisted. She stopped seeing people as people. Her hands, once trembling and weak, became steady. Her heart, once capable of fear, grew cold. And when she killed for the first time, she felt nothing. It started slow, a quiet unraveling—then bloodshed followed. No one who had ever hurt her was safe. The world that tormented her would burn, and she would be the one to set the fire. Yet, through it all, Veylan stayed by her side. He didn’t fear the monster she was becoming, nor did he recoil at the darkness in her eyes. Instead, he reached deeper—pulling her back, inch by inch, from the abyss. But healing was never easy. Therapy, nightmares, relapses—she was still broken, still haunted. Yet, for the first time, she was no longer alone. And when the time came for revenge, Veylan didn’t stop her. He stood by her side, helping her destroy the ones who had made her suffer. When the blood had dried and the screams had faded, Elyria was free. Truly free. And in that freedom, she chose him. Their wedding was not a fairytale, nor was their love story soft and sweet. It was born from the ashes of suffering, tempered by battle, and strengthened by survival. Even as her demons lingered, she found light. For the first time in her life, she was not just living—she was alive. And with Veylan, she would continue to walk forward, no longer a shattered doll—but a woman reclaiming her own destiny.

Lily flynn was a genius and hard working student before he gets infected and sent sent to infected land and returns as a returnee while fighting with sinister nature of his powers . Slowly he understood nothing in books are right and to become a true knowledgeable person, He has to seek the forbidden truth in addition understanding dark secrets about the universe, the world , the infected and HIMSELF as he developed a second personality along the way ...

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lycoris is a teen about to be an adult is a normal human as everyone around him so he thought. A day he came to encounter something really eerie which he is unsure of whether it's reality or illusion. Now not just he but people around him also looks different to him. A strange mystery lies in the world he lives which are known to very few . What could be worse if not death......

His name is spoken in whispers—his very presence is a curse. Anyone who dares get too close meets an untimely death. Born beneath three blood-red stars on a storm-laden night, Kaelith Draven was marked by fate. His brother's murder left him cursed—until he finds the killer, he is bound to an existence between life and death. Shadows do not cling to him, for he has none. Demons recoil at his scent, and even the forces of darkness fear him. He is the son of Lord Vaedric Draven, the master of Valthorne, a legendary mountain stronghold where supernatural beings gather to hone their craft. Each year, Valthorne accepts thirty disciples, but Kaelith has only one purpose—to find the one who took his brother’s life. And then she arrives. Selene Veyne, a Whiteborn witch, stands out among them all—an unsettling reminder of the one he hunts. Her silver hair ignites a fury he cannot control, and hatred coils around him like a viper, urging him to destroy her before she unravels his already fractured soul. But the more he pushes her away, the deeper fate entangles them. Will she escape the torment he subjects her to? Or is she the key to unraveling the mystery that binds him to death itself? Betrayal, vengeance, and forbidden power await in the shadows of Valthorne.

In the small, picturesque town of Everwood, where secrets linger beneath the moonlit forest, Claire, a spirited bookstore owner, finds herself drawn to the enigmatic newcomer, Ethan. Unbeknownst to Claire, Ethan harbours a dark secret—he's a werewolf, cursed to transform under the full moon. As their paths intertwine, Claire discovers Ethan's true nature, but instead of recoiling in fear, she's intrigued. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, their connection deepens, igniting a passionate romance. But their love is tested when a rogue pack threatens the town, and Ethan is torn between his loyalty to his pack and his desire to protect Claire. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Claire must decide if she's willing to risk it all for love, even if it means embracing the supernatural world and facing the dangers that come with it. With the fate of Everwood hanging in the balance, Claire and Ethan must fight against all odds to protect their love and their home, guided by the light of the moon and the strength of their hearts.

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."

Kazuya Sato knew one truth from a young age—Looks Matter. Mocked, rejected, and treated as less than human, he learned that no one cared about personality when they couldn't stand to look at him. But then, he met her—a girl who accepted him for who he was. A friend. Someone who made him forget the cruelty of the world. For the first time, he dared to hope. But when he confessed, she recoiled. Laughed. Rejected him without hesitation. And in that moment, he remembered—looks matter. At 23, broken and alone, he ended his life. But death was not the end. Reincarnated into a new world as an ugly person, Kazuya awakens with a mysterious system—one that grants him the power to become more handsome for every heart he captures. With this newfound ability, he embarks on a journey—not just to grow stronger—but to finally experience true love. And maybe, just maybe… to prove that looks aren’t everything.

In a reality where fate governs all, one being was never meant to wake. Severence was a name long lost to time, a figure buried so deep in history that even the gods dared not speak of him. Yet, despite their efforts, he has awakened. Not by fate. Not by design. But by something else. He remembers everything. The battles he fought. The gods he defied. The moment he took up The Unmaking, a weapon that does not kill but erases. The war that should have ended with his existence vanishing forever. And yet, here he stands once more. Whole. Alive. Awake. But he does not know why. Cast adrift in a multiverse of endless worlds—where heroes wage war, where gods weave their schemes, where titans clash and destinies are written—Severence searches for an answer. Every world recoils at his presence. Every being, mortal or divine, whispers his name in terror. Every force in existence seems desperate to deny him the truth. Something woke him. Something brought him back. But why? From the burning battlefields of the Holy Grail War to the war-torn realms of gods and monsters, from futuristic dystopias to cosmic battlegrounds—Severence walks the path beyond fate, seeking the answer hidden even from him. And with each world, the whispers grow louder. "He has awakened." "The blade that unmakes walks once more." "Even the gods cannot escape its cut." Severence simply tightens his grip on The Unmaking. Let the gods tremble. Let the universes break. He will carve his own path—until he finds the truth. A/N:**The art used for the cover is AI generated.** A/N:**All other characters except the OG belong to their respective creators.** **This is a fanfic**

In his previous life, the MC was a total degenerate—lazy, self-indulgent, and only skilled at gaming and skipping responsibilities. One day, he dies in a ironic accident. He wakes up in a magical world, reincarnated as Eryndor Sylvaren, the youngest prince of the Ethereal Elven Empire. The elves are a proud and noble race, and their royal family is bound by strict traditions of honor, discipline, and responsibility—none of which the MC has any experience with. Luckily, he receives the “Divine System of Degenerate Growth,” a system tailored to his flawed personality. He makes the same mistake of repeating his past life only to realise that this new life has so much in store for him. Mistakes have consequences for power. NOTE: This book is a slow paced action adventure story that explores a vast fantasy world. If you like weak to strong, character growth, high stakes, dungeons and adventurers,with a compelling storyline you should give it a try. NOTE: My release rate will be 14-21 per week, ON SUBJECT OF GIFTING RELEASE WILL BE DIFFERENT

"You're coming to my tent tonight." One. And you can't tell anyone where you're going. You'll undress. And you will wait for me. Penny recoiled with a start. She stared at the High Inquisitor in disbelief, looking for signs of falsehood in his face. "They say that fallen angels are like poison. I will take this poison and make my antidote out of it. I will feed my passion with you, and it will subside. If you refuse, I'll feed you to demons or leave you to vampires. If you try to escape, I'll punish you," the High Inquisitor said, making no attempt to touch Penny again. "Nod if you understand. Watch out! Very hot :)

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.”