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Lyla Emberfell never feared the dark... She feared what whispered in it. At Thornwick School of Magic, everything was supposed to feel safe — until Lyla starts hearing mysterious voices, losing her powers, and is attacked in her own dorm. Alongside her twin sister Nova and their loyal circle of friends, she uncovers ancient secrets hidden behind magical walls that were never meant to be opened. But the closer they get to the truth, the darker the shadows grow. Enemies are not just lurking in the dark... they're already inside. In a world where mirrors talk, doors are cursed, and magic hides more than it reveals, Lyla must face the House of Secrets — or be swallowed by it. Will she survive the truth? Or will the secrets consume everyone she loves?

"Born weak, scorned by his father and haunted by whispers only he can hear, Cael Ashveil was never meant to survive the game of blood and gold. In a world where magic costs lives and gold buys kingdoms, the whispers promise him both... if he dares to listen." ... Additional Tags #Slow-burn #Businessbuilding #scheming protagonist #Multiple Identities

No one volunteered. You were torn away from where you lived — from the life you knew. You don't know why your name began to shine. You don't know why, while staring at that dark sky, you suddenly woke up in the middle of another world. This was neither a game, nor a dream. This was reality — broken and twisted. And with each passing day, the way back... became even more impossible. Riven Altarai was just the beginning of the rupture. Like him, many were summoned by forces unknown. Each came from different pasts, carrying different wounds — but now, in this new world, they all fought to survive the same nightmare. But what was this world? A judgment? A punishment? Or perhaps the second awakening humanity truly deserved? Those who gained power — would they become gods? Or would they awaken the monsters within? The answer lies within the Seal of the Night. And when the seal breaks... nothing will ever be the same again.

Osamu Murakami was your average college drop-out, till he wasn't. By the age of twenty he was completely alone in modern Japanese society, failing his literature courses because his writing was too damn fantastical. Pooh. If writing fantasy won't sell now, he'd not want to live in such a world. Guess God heard his wish. After an incident at the local 7-11 convience store he was resting by the roof's edge, when suddenly he was startled by his goddess Fumiko and he fell. Fumiko tried to save him but they ended up falling together, and they died. But at least it was quiet now... right? Why is there the sound of a baby crying? Weird. Wait. Was that him...? He had reincarnated as Temius Daecerus, in the Royal House of Tarkhan Daecerus, the Iron Lord of the fantasy world of Selliva and he had absolutely no idea what he should feel about this sudden plot twist... Can't a guy even die in peace???? Now begins the story as we follow Osamu's adventure as the genius mage of the House of Tarkhan in the world of Selliva.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

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In the mist-shrouded city of Seoul, bizarre events begin to unfold. It all starts with a mysterious incident in an abandoned building in Gangbuk District 13, where an enigmatic red mist begins spreading throughout the city. Detective Jeong Hae-jun finds himself caught in the middle of a chaotic convergence of reality and illusion while investigating the case. Amid this turmoil, a peculiar middle-aged man named "Fog" appears before him, delivering cryptic warnings that thrust Jeong Hae-jun deeper into the mystery. Will this city survive the night of mist?

Rishi's life turns around when he becomes a part of an ancient conspiracy and a secret society that consists of superpowered individuals from the normal people to the highest of ranks.

Looking back, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Sometimes I wonder if life would’ve been better if Eliza and I had never discovered the truth. Maybe that’s selfish. But we might’ve been happier— or at least, that’s what I like to believe. Magic is a mystery. Even now, no one truly understands it. It flows through the world, choosing its own vessels. And once it touches you, it never lets go. I wish that was all I had to tell you. But my story is darker— filled with mystery, sacrifice, and loss. My name is Maddox. And we should’ve never left the orphanage. Schedule Hi, I’m Dox I’ve come up with a schedule for chapter releases: I’ll be releasing one chapter a day (except on Saturdays) until the volume is completed. After that, there’ll be a short break—depending on how hard I procrastinate—while I finalize the next volume. Then the cycle repeats. Please consider adding House of Hules to your library. It’s my first serious attempt at writing a novel, and I’ve got an epic tale I’d love to share. Don’t forget to shine brighter than the rest :) But what choice did we have?

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In a city that never sleeps — and never dreams — a series of mysterious murders begins to unfold. No witnesses. No fingerprints. No clues. Only one sign left behind: the number 17. Detective Soren Blackwell, known for his cold logic and piercing eyes, is assigned to the case. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes… the truth is watching him, too.

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Eighteen-year-old Minjun has never fit into the mold his parents dreamed for him. While his friends chase university acceptances and stable futures, Minjun stands alone on a rain-soaked Seoul rooftop, whispering his hopes to the night sky and scribbling lyrics into a battered notebook. He’s not just another boy who wants to be a K-pop idol — he wants to write his own songs, sing his own truth, and stand under the stage lights as his own kind of star. When a small but influential entertainment company unexpectedly invites him for an audition, Minjun thinks this might finally be his chance. But inside the dazzling world of K-pop, dreams cost more than just time and talent — they demand sacrifice, secrecy, and the strength to stand up every time the industry knocks him down. As Minjun fights for a spot on the trainee roster, he navigates brutal competition, midnight rehearsals, and hidden rivalries that could break his spirit or make him stronger than ever. Along the way, he forges fragile friendships, clashes with idols who see him as a threat, and discovers how far he’s willing to go to keep his songs his own — in an industry where even dreams can be manufactured. Idol of the Night is a raw, heartfelt journey through the shadows behind the spotlight — a story about finding your voice when everyone wants to rewrite your song, and the courage it takes to stand alone under the brightest lights.

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Chapter Title: Chapter 1: The Whispering Walls --- Chapter Text (Paste This): The storm had not stopped for three nights. In the silence between the thunder, she could hear it again — those faint whispers inside the walls. Helena gripped the edge of her hospital desk, eyes locked on the cracked plaster just above the patient bed. Room 313. No one lasted long in it. St. Delora’s Mental Asylum had been standing since 1892, tucked away beyond the woods outside Black Hollow town. People said it was cursed. Helena didn’t believe in curses. Not until she met Patient 47. He was quiet, pale, and watched the walls like something might crawl out any moment. And every night, at exactly 3:13 a.m., he whispered one thing: “They’re waiting in the house.” When she asked him which house, he simply smiled and said, “The house that listens.” Then he scratched a drawing onto the padded wall. A house. Long windows like eyes. And dozens of ears, carved into the bricks. The next morning, he vanished. The staff blamed it on a clerical error. No one else remembered admitting him. Not even the security cameras showed anything. But Helena had the drawing. And a voice had started whispering to her, too. In her sleep. In her walls. She knew she had to go to the house. The same house from the drawing. The one no one dared talk about. The one that appears in the dreams of madmen. The House of Whispers.

The cries of a child could be heard infront of Hopes Orphanage Home so early in the morning. Claire got up murmuring that a child has been abandoned again, "what is wrong with mothers of nowadays", she went out and picked up the child, brought her in and named her Eliara. Time went by, Eliara grew up in the orphanage alone and depressed, she was always rejected by everyone who came in to adopt a child, she was known to be abandoned and dejected. Any kid she made friends with always left her alone at the end, this made her feel useless and lonely. However, when she clocked 18, she felt the urge and reason to leave the orphanage home since no one wants her. Then, she picked up her diary, which she had made as her best friend and started writing the story of her 'no return journey' before she embarked on it. She wrote in her journal what she has passed through and how she had felt all these while. She left the only place she knew as home in search of love, happiness and the feelings of being wanted, a place where she could be acknowledged. She believes that when she stepped out into the real world, everything would change for good. After she sets out on the journey, unfortunately for her, what she came across was what she least expected. Then many questions arises in her mind, "what are the more hidden nemesis, life keeps in secret for her? "What would become of her, in this hollow and dark world?".

No one knows exactly when it began. Maybe it was the moment the sky split in two. Or when the black rain started to fall, thick, oily, alive. What is certain is that on that night, the world changed forever. The sun vanished without warning. In its place, a heavy darkness blanketed the Earth, swallowing cities, forests, and oceans beneath a veil no human light could penetrate. It was as if the planet had stopped spinning. As if the universe had simply forgotten us. Then came the rain. It wasn’t water. What poured from the sky that night looked like clotted blood, or oil mixed with something far worse. It was something no one had ever seen before. Wherever it touched, life changed. Animals went mad. Plants grew into grotesque forms. And people... not all of them remained people. That night, humanity lost its place. We were no longer the apex predator. The planet no longer belonged to us. Now, it’s no longer about survival. It’s about reclamation. The cities are lost. Borders are meaningless. And every shadow might be your last. This is no longer humanity’s Earth. But it can be again.

When a family moves into an old home with a dark past, they quickly realize it's not just the creaking floors or cold drafts they should fear — it's the feeling that someone, or something, is always listening.

Four queens. One throne. Let the game begin. The Queen of Diamonds rules with fury. The Queen Hearts plots with poison. The Queen Spades strikes from the shadows. The Queen of Clubs commands with war. Each a villainess. Each a storm. The kingdom was never meant to survive all four. But this is no ordinary war-this is a game, and every move is watched, every misstep manipulated. The deck was stacked before the first blade was drawn, and somewhere behind the veil, the true gamemaster waits. Let the cards be drawn. Let the queens take form. Let the crown be shattered in a crimson storm.

Since time immemorial, there lay a house free from the chains of time. It was said that all who lived there gained eternal youth, and such beings are named – Ancients. Dynasties rose and fell, yet this house remained untouched by the world. However, no secret remains hidden and no treasure remains unclaimed. The world had become too powerful! The races of the world drove them to their deaths, but one last way remained. Laex, the brightest of the 8 Ancients, entered the Gate of Rebirth to pursue a new life free from the chains of immortality and the curse that came alongside it. In a quest to call upon his fellow Ancients to this world, he would have to overthrow Kingdoms, Empires, States, and Dynasties! In this world of Codex, Keys, and Gates, a new adventure awaits!

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The name Vashirayan means nothing to most. It doesn’t trend. It doesn’t hold office. But in rooms where wars are decided, it means one thing: Stay quiet. Or disappear. Across the world, they are known by many names: The House of the Sage. The Crownless Kings. Hi no Michibiki : “Guided by Fire.” La Sombra Serena : “The Serene Shadow.” The Ones Who Don’t Knock. Each name different. Each name earned. Each name spoken only once. House of the Sage is a modern myth-thriller, where ancient bloodlines shape new empires, and a silent war simmers beneath elite society. At its center: Nivrit Vashirayan. A quiet graduate student with a calm voice, brilliant mind… and a terrifying inheritance. He was raised to disappear into normal life. But some bloodlines don’t go quiet forever. When Niv steps into view, it’s felt everywhere. Cartels hesitate. Private guards get reassigned. Old families reopen dossiers sealed in fireproof cabinets. Because the Vashirayans never announce themselves. But the world always feels it when they move.

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"You will be a flower that blooms only at night," Madame Sumire once told her. "And if you bloom just right, someone might pluck you from the darkness." Born the only daughter of a low-ranking samurai, Aika Takamura knew loss too young-first her father, then her childhood, and finally her freedom. Sold into the famed Hanabira Teahouse to repay her mother's debts, she was taught to survive in the only way women like her could: through painted smiles and hollow affections. Years pass, and Aika becomes a prized courtesan-adored, desired, and utterly unseen. Until one night, a quiet man named Renjiro Hayama enters the teahouse not with hunger, but with humanity. He doesn't ask for her touch. He listens. And with each visit, Aika's heart dares to hope that perhaps... she was meant for something beyond the red lanterns. But freedom has a cost-and love, a risk. In a world where women like her are not supposed to dream, Aika must choose between the life she knows and the uncertain future that waits beyond the paper doors.