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The Shadowfall Invasion

The urban legends that strike fear into the hearts of children, The notorious criminals that linger in the minds for far too long, Real phobias causing humanoid distortions, Natural disasters as living beings, Wild animals and strange things, Damned fairytales and fantasies... It was all well and good in the 21st century until suddenly, mankind's fears started to materialize into misty physical entities called Spectres. Despite the latest technology they could have had at the moment, imagine the seven bilion humans having their one or more fears materialize... At the same time. It plunged the whole world into chaos When humanity was almost at its end, seven Royals who bore abilities descended and begun pushing back the Spectres through relentless fighting. They are but humans, and there was only so much they could do. The last of humanity were divided into seven regions/Empires where each Royal would protect and rule over them. For eight centuries the same hierarchy and ranking system were used, until this generation came along An Emperor who wants complete dominance over the whole seven regions, another who plans for democracy, Those who wish for the humans to protect themselves and the ones who just want to live their own lives. These are the current generation Emperors, and all commoners would rather their independence than be ruled by them. Along with his stupid Vassals and annoying Agents, Javier suppresses the Shadowfall Invasion threatening to break through the frontlines all the while fighting against wandering Spectres in the city. MC goes on an adventure so don't miss the other characters too much (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠). He will be back... stronger A journey through Javier's self discovery, as he hunts unfortunate Royals on his death list, and figures out world mysteries, was all fun but no fun... until the second apocalypse came MC doesn't give a fuck if they're not his Vassal or Agent. MC is a sadistic mf, can be cool, stupid or immature at times.
Divine_Factor · 27.3K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.2K Views

ZARQA

Dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, and watch the old stories unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on? Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers. -------------------------- Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana... -------------------------- This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry. I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either. -----------------------Media------------------------- This book has many openings, check them out: [General opening of the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws] [Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI] [Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg] [Two Heavens Arc's ending: https://youtu.be/hO-XPQsCPFw] [Cursed Ring Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/PUF4H98y2B0] [ Persia Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/sSfG_uVSkQk] [Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0] -----------------------Updates-------------------------- Updated weekly, 2 chapters on weekends. Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV.
M0M0KA · 156.2K Views

FORBIDDEN INTIMACY: UNCHAINED BY HIS LOVE

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT, R18+] Michael Specter is a handsome, successful entrepreneur with women throwing themselves at his feet just to spend a night. However, very few know about his menacing side. Twenty-two year old Layla Mclan is in desperate need of a higher-paying job to clear off her mother's debts. Opportunity comes knocking when she successfully applies for work in a richer household, the Conners. But life soon takes a turn when Layla finds out that there is no such household, and instead of working as a maid, she is now a slave to Michael Specter, a billionaire with a twisted mind. Layla’s eyes turned red, shoulders trembling, her soul wanting to reach out to her mom but alas… There was no way out, as she was already locked in the room, succumbing to the fears that didn’t feel very distant; She had gone through the same not long before. The agreement papers turned her body cold. Sometimes the worst seems best and there’s no end to the misery days; The one who avenges, the one who endures remains true to their valor. ‘Rule No. 1: Tending to your Master’s needs should be your top priority. Failing to do so, he can punish you however he pleases.’ ‘However, he pleases? What he’s gonna do to me?’ She mused and felt her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest. ‘Rule No. 2: You cannot say ‘no’ or oppose your Master’s orders.’ ‘Rule No. 3: You’re free to wear clothes of your choice… However, he can make you change it if he wants.’ ‘Rule No. 4: You are not allowed to step outside of the property.’ . . . Excerpt: “Ac-Actually I’m sleepy and I spent my day working for the household… Umm… Master, can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “I left my mom back home and I took this offer just to meet the debts… So will you pay me the said amount if I listen to your needs?” She asked in her feeble voice. “Needs Hmm… How about you strip off right now and lie down on the bed?” “What?” She exclaimed in horror. “You heard me,” he sounded dead serious. Layla gulped down the heavy lump that she had been holding for quite some time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***NOTE*** The cover isn’t mine. Full credit goes to Author Hansora :) PEN-NAME: hansora. Please don’t use it.
ACE_SPECTRE · 176.5K Views

Doomsday, Let's Open A Restaurant

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?
Adam_2023 · 1.3M Views

The Wilting Flowers

Many women dream of reincarnating into a romance novel after they die, and for Zoe this is not the case. She finds herself cast as the obsidian-haired villainess, Violet Treece, in a shitty romance novel she read while she was alive. Her main goal is to live past the age of 19, unlike the book, and not to torment the saintly, beautiful flame-haired protagonist, Rose Remington, in the process. Though something unexpected happened when she got to the academy and got near Rose, SHE IS FORCED TO BE A VILLAINESS NEAR ROSE AGAINST HER WILL. Even though these villainess incidents occur, Rose knows something is wrong, and romantic feelings emerge between Rose and Violet. How can two women who can't be together fall in love? ***WARNING*** This story has a sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. The scene is marked with three rows of dotted lines before and after the scene and a reminder at the beginning of the chapter in question. Please read at your discretion.*** Author note: Of all my works, this is probably the darkest. These novels were created from the terror of my own nightmares, and this story was more 'canon' to my nightmare and less 'fan-fiction' of my nightmare. I hope the story I wrote as a part of my personal healing journey may help others with similar scars. ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***
Tatt3d_Violet · 12.9K Views
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