Hill End

The world is rotting. Corruption Objects-twisted abominations from the Counterside Dimension-spill into reality, consuming everything in their path. The last line of defense? The Counters. Elite warriors trained to fight, survive, and die in a war humanity refuses to acknowledge. At the heart of it all is Kun, a reckless, unpredictable fighter wielding the abyss itself as a weapon. His brother, Suho, cold, calculating, and burdened with a secret that could shatter everything. They arrive at Counters Academy, a training ground where more than half of recruits never return from their first mission. Survival is a luxury. Betrayal is inevitable. And something darker lurks beneath the academy's walls. From the feared Abyss Squad to the elite Fenrir Squad, from rival assassins to Counter Hunters, Kun and Suho's squad, Oblivion, is caught in the eye of the storm. Why does the Administration fear them? Why is the world watching them? And what the hell is Kun really becoming? This is not just a war. This is annihilation. And when the dust settles, one question remains: Who will still be standing?

The world ended—twice. Liam should have died along with it. Instead, he woke up with a system whispering of sovereign paths he was never meant to walk, an interface bound to something far older than the Dominion’s rule. Alone, hunted, and bound by a directive he barely understands, he fights to carve a place for himself in a world where fractured gods and cybernetic overlords rule what remains. In the Genesis Protocol’s void, where reality unravels, he faces echoes of celestial experiments, shadows of himself that seek to consume him. His body is bruised, ribs aching, strength fading—but he refuses to fall. “You do not belong,” the void whispers. Liam wipes the blood from his mouth, smirking. “I get that a lot.” And then, he raises his blade. Because if the world won’t make space for him—he’ll tear one open himself.

I know I'm different, but that doesn’t make me any less human. I’ve endured enough suffering—I won’t tolerate it anymore. All I ever wanted was peace, yet it always slips through my grasp. So, I will seek my End, unravel the truths of this world, and uncover what lies beyond—without ever abandoning my principles.

"What" "Whattt" "Uhh whattttttt" "You have a lover too" All his friends were shocked. The man whose life is like a snail on a rainy day. He never had anything amazing to say. He doesn't care much about romantic feelings. "How can someone like him has a date too?????", they didn't say it out loud but their expression was screaming that. *signs* He took a deep breath and told them, "It's not what you all think." "It's valentine's day and do you want us to buy your lie? it's obvious." "I don't know her", he whispered under his breath. "oh so you're buying that for your imaginary girlfriend??? Don't wor- ", before his friend would finish teasing him he interrupted him with "She just gave me the bouquet and went". "Went?" "You mean disappeared?" "Is she a ghost" "Cool! have you mastered in daydreaming now???" She is s...........

On a night like any other, D-List actress Kim Ha-na got into a car accident. She woke up 10 years in the past.

"Kabir, a young student in Mumbai, struggles with his schoolwork and faces relentless criticism from his teacher and demanding parents. On the day of his friend's birthday party, he's forced to stay after school for extra work, further isolating him. Walking home alone, he finds solace in a stray dog, mirroring his own feelings of being an outcast. At home, his parents' disappointment and pressure to excel intensify, leaving Kabir feeling hopeless and anxious about his upcoming exam. The story portrays the harsh realities of academic pressure and the emotional toll it takes on a vulnerable child in a bustling city."

When a nameless man is sent to a mysterious world, he is given a single task: to write its ending. In a land filled with calamities and uncertainty, every choice becomes a line in the story, and every step could be the last. But between a fate already written and the will to change it, who truly decides the final chapter?

Under the relentless rain of Starovia, Mike, a battle-scarred soldier, takes refuge in a crumbling hotel with the last of his team. When all hope fades, a mysterious team led by Reznov—a man with cold gray eyes and a shadowy past—emerges, turning the tide of battle. But is this savior real, or a deadly trap? The secret nuclear facility they must destroy hides truths even Reznov can’t fully conceal—a threat far greater than anyone imagines. From now on, two chapters will be released each week — one on Saturday and the other on Tuesday.

"Weak" suffer in the war, and "weak" can never have a happy life. I am maybe weak but I will trample all strongmen and become the strongest.

After his elder sister's death, Koa finds himself alone in this dark world, shrouded in mystery. His new life comes with many obstacles, and although he tries to live as peacefully as possible, it seems as if everything in this world is trying to kill him.

I see the future every path every decision every inevitable conclusion it is all laid bare before my eyes yet I can do nothing to chnage it. To everyone else, fate is an unknown force But to me it is it is a chain, unbreakable and absolute. I can see empire's crumble ,hero's rise and god's fall all slaves to their pitiful fate. No one escapes fate. Not the weak, not the strong, not even me And yet… Kai Night exists. A man whose future does not exist. A blank space where certainty should be. A nobody weak, unremarkable, barely worth notice. And yet, he stands there, outside the threads of fate, beyond the flow of destiny. For the first time in my life I don't know what's next. It makes me exhilarated it gives me hope. But at the same time it makes me Afraid

Red and cold, that's what he was, this monster who had saved Diria from another monster, back there in the forest that everyone so feared and that was part of his kingdom. He belonged to the magical world, but that didn't stop the young human from coming to him to give herself to him. Loving him, too, was inevitable. But a much deeper problem remained, she didn't know what, but it was there, hovering over them. What would happen when it finally came to light?

[Welcome to Purgatory] A never ending game with limitless choices but a limited ending, a game that always ended the same way, in ruins. No matter what choice you made it was always destruction and solitude up till the very end. Yet even with such an end there was one person, one player that never stopped. He played, played, and played up till the end hundreds of times hoping to change the ending of the character he held dear, Aureus. He wanted to change his end so much he forgot about his own ending. So, even till the end of his own life he kept the same will. "I could've done it. I could've saved him..I could've properly ended this crappy story!" He cried at the very end of his own life. [Prove those words true] As if responding to his pleas he was given a chance, a chance to change the fate of not only Aureus. but the world of Purgatory itself. [Do what I couldn't do. Finish this game the way you want. Reach the end you've been longing for, the End of Purgatory as you will it]

The hypnotic master, Skye, carefully selected two candidates to be transported back to the ancient city of Atlantis. Dane and Seir’s souls were chosen to inhabit the bodies of two princes from the most prominent kingdoms on the island. As they began their lives as royalty, they were astonished to discover that many of the people they met in Atlantis were the incarnations of their old friends and family—though now, their relationships had taken on a completely different form. As they struggled to adapt to their new lives in ancient times, they soon realized that those they once considered allies could easily become enemies. With the plan to explore Atlantis hanging in the balance, their journey took an unexpected turn.

In a world ruled by strength, cultivation, and influence, what happens when one man alone holds the power to change everything? "Welcome to the world..." Alaric, born into the family of a Duke, was believed to be just another child. But there’s nothing ordinary about him. Strength is only a fraction of... his oddity. [Nascent One's Guide.] One morning, Alaric awakens to a life-altering power—and a boner. Alaric isn’t ambitious, far from it. He couldn’t care less about strength, fame, or power. If given the choice, he’d spend every moment with the people he loves, doing absolutely nothing. But his obsession with enjoying his life with his loved ones? It grabs him by the collar and drags him toward greatness, forcing him into a world where strength is the only way to survive. “Father... you're their target, aren’t you?” Alaric won’t allow anyone to even think of harming his family. His pursuit of power isn’t for glory or status—it’s for protection. For them. Follow Alaric’s journey as he unravels the truth of the world and climbs to the top, driven not by ambition, but by a relentless need to keep his loved ones safe—no matter the cost.

In a world guided to prosperity by divine beings known as Shepherds, Yel Arki is haunted by whispers of an ancient entity within him—a force that promises the end of all existence and seeks to consume his very soul. Desperate to escape the growing dread, he takes on his first escort mission with the adventurer’s guild—a simple job that goes horribly wrong. When the caravan is attacked, Yel discovers dark secrets surrounding his client, Merika, and the ancient artifact she carries: the True Scriptures, a relic tied to a shadowy organization that walks in darkness. As Yel and Merika flee for their lives, he realizes the artifact is more than it seems—it holds the key to his own fate and the survival of the world itself. But the entity within him grows stronger, and its ultimate goal becomes clear: to plunge the world into eternal rest. Now, Yel must confront the truth about the entity, the artifact, and his own forgotten past—before it’s too late

### **Title**: *The Coven of Hollow Hill* ### **Genre**: Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, Historical Fiction ### **Setting**: The story is set in the fictional town of Hollow Hill, a secluded, eerie village nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. The town has a dark history tied to witchcraft, secret societies, and ancient rituals. The timeline alternates between the present day and flashbacks to the 17th century, during the Salem Witch Trials and the founding of Hollow Hill. ### **Main Themes**: - The power of legacy and family secrets - The struggle between light and dark magic - The cost of power and the weight of destiny - The intersection of history and the supernatural --- ### **Plot Overview**: The story follows the lives of the Blackthorn family, a lineage of powerful witches who have guarded an ancient secret for centuries. The Blackthorns are bound by a curse that ties their fate to Hollow Hill and a mysterious entity known as *The Veil*, a gateway between the human world and the realm of spirits. When 22-year-old **Eleanor Blackthorn** returns to Hollow Hill after the sudden death of her grandmother, she discovers she is the last in the line of Blackthorn witches. As she uncovers her family’s dark past, she learns that the curse is reaching its climax, and *The Veil* is weakening, threatening to unleash chaos upon the world. Eleanor must navigate a web of alliances, betrayals, and ancient rivalries as she prepares to face an ancient enemy—a coven of dark witches known as *The Hollowed Ones*, who seek to harness *The Veil* for their own sinister purposes. Along the way, she uncovers hidden truths about her family, her powers, and the town’s bloody history.

Snow finding himself reincarnated in his favorite novel, he must decide whether to shape its ending or leave the outcome to fate. This is my first ever novel. Please point me to the right direction

During a sudden zombie outbreak at a university, a group of individuals find themselves trapped in a city that has been locked down. As they united, they must navigate treacherous days racing against time to find safety before it's too late.

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..

Adonai was just an ordinary student, living a typical life with his friends—until everything changed. One day, a powerful dragon descended from the heavens, declaring itself a deity and announcing the dawn of a new era. Humanity was thrust into an interstellar war, a cosmic battle designed to create a supreme deity. But this war was born from the whims of a selfish god with selfish ambitions. As the conflict rages across the stars, Adonai must navigate a world turned upside down. How will this epic struggle for divinity end?

Sang Kija witnessed the murder of his love by a being named Eternal. With rage in his heart, he vowed to bring Eternal's End.

In a post-apocalyptic world, you'll find four main types of people. Those who fight with all their might "the hunters." The ones who leech and exploit others "the pests." The predators, who see everyone as prey. And lastly, we have "the survivors," the resilient ones who never give up. Everyone often fits into one category, but it's hard to determine which one Maya falls into. She's not exactly a fighter, considering leaving her room was a chore even before the apocalypse. A predator? No way—she's always been a pushover. You might think she's a survivor, but that's laughable. She'd rather die from starvation than resort to scavenging. So, how should we categorize her? leeche? Nope. Perhaps a new category is needed: "The Lost"—those struggling to find their place in a shattered world."

Hundreds of thousands of years before modern society came into existence, the world was in pure chaos. meteors replaced rain, and replacing clouds was an ash filled sky. People died on a daily basis. It was as if the creation of earth had started again. The cause of this mess? Just a guy who the Gods angered. Coming back to the modern era, another calamity occurred. The Gods have been reawakened by a team of clueless archaeologist. The after effect of the reawakening? Let's just say the Gods are screwed. Again. Author note - This is probably never going to be updated. list of things that might occur: The synopsis could be changed. The chapters will get edited a lot. The storyline might get sidetracked. Writing might get worse.

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The world we knew was gone, the people we loved, Our family and our friends whom we've known all our lives, all turned into monsters. The few of us that was left on earth turned into scavengers and some into hunters in order to survive even another moment in this deathly wave. The vabriant city I once knew was now void and empty, no single sight of a human in the streets, there was no moving cars, all the cars and automobiles were all parked and abandoned in the streets, there was no single plane in the sky anymore, no internet, no electricity, just darkness, grim and death. My Name is Diana Sinclair, and this is the story of how the world ended and how I died in the process. Or so I thought.

The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. A title passed down from generation to generation, always carried by feared and powerful figures. This time, however, four brothers sealed a pact with a demon, becoming the new Horseman — War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. But unlike their predecessors, they were still human, torn between destruction and redemption, with hearts that still carry love and hate. "When the end is near, it's best to run. But when you are the apocalypse, you can fight the end... and you can win." Signed: Death.