Bakugou Faint

25 chapters advance in patreon. After waking up, Steve found himself transported to a parallel world and participating in a celebrity island survival show. He was an outdated young man who had to visit the hospital just to get a broken finger bandaged. With a frail physique, he even fainted from heatstroke as soon as he arrived on the deserted island. With no experience in wilderness survival, Steve worried that he might not make it out alive. But when he saw several bright and attractive female celebrities who would be living with him for the next few months, a childhood dream suddenly resurfaced—he had always wanted to survive in the wilderness and even enjoyed getting bitten by mosquitoes. This is a multi-national celebrity team survival competition featuring weekly challenges, talent shows, eating contests, treasure hunts, battle royales, and even chicken battles. No immortal cultivation. Includes four female celebrities and a system. Read with caution if you mind any of these elements. for more Episodes visit patreon.com/Noan994

Once a mighty divine sovereign who ruled realms and crushed gods, Zhao Feng has been betrayed and stripped of his power. Reborn in the body of Zhao Chen, the weakest son of a noble house, he is cast into a world of decay and intrigue. With only faint traces of his former strength, he must rebuild his power from the ground up, relying on his wisdom, strategy, and cunning to survive. As he uncovers the forces that betrayed him and now dominate the world, Zhao Feng’s quest for vengeance begins. But to reclaim his throne, he must outwit those who have long surpassed him and overcome the darkness of his past. Every step of his journey is a battle for survival, and with each victory, he grows closer to the power he once wielded. But when he rises again, will he remain the same, or will his fall have changed him forever?

Warning: R-18+ It began with the moon. No one remembers exactly when it started inching closer, only that it was subtle at first—a faint red tint across its surface that deepened with each passing year. The tides grew restless, and the night air thickened with a strange, electric weight. Animals became erratic and then humans began to change. Fevers swept through towns, leaving bodies writhing beneath the moonlight. Some recovered. Some died. But when they woke up, those who had survived were no longer humans. Bones twisted and snapped beneath their skin as limbs reshaped. Eyes sharpened with a feral glint. Howls tore from their throats. While others rose cold and still—hearts no longer beating but senses sharpened—the scent of blood became impossible to resist. Predators were awakened by the moon. Vampires and Werewolves. To assert dominance frequent battles ensued. The fight to claim better territorial lands on the earth was inevitable. Predators kill prey, and in their desperation, turn on each other. The rival clans of Bloodfang and Stormclaw would often wage wars with each other. In the center of the endless conflict, few surviving females were caught and met their inevitable end. It was a slow death spiral that quickly turned gruesome and uncontained. Entire towns vanished overnight, leaving behind nothing but silence and the stench of death. And, with a hollow birth rate during wartime, the endless bloodshed inevitably pushed the human population to the brink of extinction. With humanity teetering on the edge of collapse, the wolves and vampires were forced to face an uncomfortable truth: without humans, they too would die out. Out of desperation, a fragile truce was forged. In the year 2174, a three-way pack where wolves, vampires, and humans would coexist. The terms were simple: humans would be protected from unchecked slaughter, and in return, they would serve as the lifeblood needed to sustain both species. It had been a hundred and eighty years since the alliance formed, marking the year 2324. And now, Velvetiana was about to step into their world or rather, she was to step back into the world that had forgotten her. The sole crimson flower of the Corvinus Clan. Determined to live through her university life with a goal to graduate and crawl out from poverty, how will she deal with Blood Cardinals and Werewolf Alphas, who never cease to cause trouble for her like a swarm of frantic bees? The very bees that are out to suck the nectar from her blooming red flowers that is.

An unexpected little life forced the two business rivals to get married. On the day of the grand wedding, he flew to Paris to seek forgiveness from his beloved woman, leaving her alone at the wedding, suffering embarrassment. After five years of marriage, he had affairs outside, but she ignored them. He made sarcastic remarks, but she seemed to be deaf to them. She was too proud to beg humbly, but she believed that time could change his mind about her! Until... "Su Nuan is back, we are getting divorced." He was so cold and ruthless that it was outrageous. She felt heartbroken but just covered her daughter's ears quietly. "Mom, if I am a little more obedient, will Dad not leave me?" Watching him slam the door and leave, Hearing her daughter's tender voice finally broke her strong disguise. She hugged her tremblingly, and her eyes were blurred. "Mom, I want to see Dad." In the operating room, her daughter was dying and whispering for her father. She pulled his phone with tears in her eyes... "Gu Zekai..." "Xuanxuan is about to prepare for surgery. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." She was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth, and the call was quickly cut off. When she pulled it again, it was turned off. Gu Zekai, for the son of that woman, you don't even want your own flesh and blood? Lin Shengxia's love for Gu Zekai was exhausted in endless pain! Finally, all the grievances turned into a faint sentence-"let's get divorce!"

In the late years of the Daqian era, tyrants roamed freely, war erupted endlessly, and the people could not sustain their lives. After transmigration, Chen Jie finds himself as a drunken gambler with a pair of unfortunate sisters at home. The elder one, Su Yunjin, is his wife, and he also has a five-year-old sister-in-law, Su Yunrui. Their family is so poor they can barely make ends meet. Then suddenly, his beautiful wife comes smiling, bringing him a bowl of hot porridge. "Husband, I was wrong yesterday. Please have some porridge while it's hot." Seeing the bruises on his wife's face, Chen Jie feels something is amiss. Ding~ [Daily Information has been updated] [1. Yesterday, you gambled away the last three acres of good land, beat Su Yunjin while drunk, and planned to sell the five-year-old Su Yunrui, to recover your losses.] [2. The Su sisters rely on each other. Su Yunrui is Su Yunjin's only hope.] [3. Su Yunjin, having lost hope, traded her mother's hairpin three days ago for a pack of arsenic.] ...Arsenic! Staring at the hot porridge brought to his lips, Chen Jie looks up at his wife, seeing the faint bruise on her face and her eyes shifting away, avoiding his gaze. "Honey!" "Yes?" "You didn't really drugged me, did you?"

Rising from a sea of blood, revived from extinction, as thunder cracks across the sky, Ye Xuan walks out of the blood sea... PS: This book is of a dark genre, the protagonist is cold and ruthless, it is not a tale of sainthood, there are no kneeling women, the protagonist is extremely violent. This is the story of a great demon king's return to the city, perhaps... this book has what you desire. Those of faint heart should not read this book, and neither should moral saints. Please consider carefully before falling into this pit, whether you want to read this book.

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

He once dreamed of becoming the strongest a warrior powerful enough to protect the ones he loved. But fate was cruel. One by one, he lost everything: his family, his friends, his mentor, and the girl who promised to stand by his side. Yet he kept pushing forward, chasing strength until he finally reached the top. But by then… there was nothing left. Now, he lives like a machine completing quests, collecting rewards, and waiting for the day something strong enough will finally end his life. He doesn't cry. He doesn't smile. He doesn't hope. Until one day, he witnesses a young boy protecting his childhood friend from an A-rank monster. Something in him stirs a faint, long-forgotten urge to protect. For the first time in years, he feels something… and it terrifies him. But was it just a flicker? Or could this moment finally crack his hollow shell?

Beneath the bustling city， the shadows of the apocalypse lurked. The black spores spread silently， twisting bodies and minds. Gin's lab made some people disappear without a trace， turned others into monsters， and some into the rich. Now it was the turn of a mysterious young man， Mo Wen， to make his choice...but he made the wrong one. "Gin， with a sinister smile， grew curious about what Mo Wen was mumbling. He brought his ear close to Mo Wen's lips， only to hear a faint voice: 'Dad， I'm so scared...'" FREE on Kindle Unlimited now Available on Amazon shop https://www.amazon.com.au/City-Shadows-Pubang/dp/B0DTYBH95G https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-N2roSb3Qs

'Blind Love for Lady Katarina' is the title of the novel I entered. Already, all can guess the female protagonist is in this world. Katarina Orwen is a heiress of an elite hotel who doesn't have trust and always has a bad judgment of My Erzan as long as her misconception and her imagination. At the beginning, really at the beginning, I guess my life wouldn't meet him forever. Till I witnessed how defenseless he was in front of my eyes. How mad. When I was searching the fresh air at night with my sleeping dress. I see a student beaten without avenge and then fainted.

Starshine Chronicles: The Exiled Heir In the thriving metropolis of Starshine City, where power is divided among Royals, Nobles, and Commoners, every individual's destiny is revealed at the grand Awakening Ceremony. Denver Frarandis, heir to the city's royal lineage, was destined for greatness—or so he believed. When the Awakening Crystal chose him as the bearer of the legendary Thunder/Wind Dragon spirit, the world seemed to bow before him. But in a cruel twist of fate, his mighty spirit manifested as nothing more than a fragile, glowing egg. Laughter rippled through the crowd, and humiliation turned to heartbreak as Denver’s own father, the proud Lord of Starshine City, disowned him on the spot. Cast out into the wilderness, stripped of his title and home, Denver clutches the mysterious egg that symbolizes both his downfall and the faint hope of redemption.

Once, they reigned supreme over the Lunaris Kingdom: Nyara Goddess of Night, Kail God of Night, and their daughter, Iyla, the Child of Night. But two centuries ago, the cruel hand of humanity struck them down, shattering their celestial reign. Betrayal led to their demise, their divine essence scattered across Earth. Now, reborn and unaware, they live mortal lives, their memories lost to the ages. Nyara, a 24-year-old woman on Earth, bears a striking birthmark that mimics the night sky across her back and arms. This causes her to feel alienated from her family and the world, she always covers it up. A nagging sense of incompleteness haunts her, a void where a past life should be. Kail, now 25, carries a strange birthmark from his chest down his arm, a faint echo of his godly past. He walks a lonely path, disconnected from those around him, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if something vital has been stolen from him. In a secluded forest, a 5-year-old girl named Iyla was discovered as a baby in forest, abandoned and marked with radiant patterns from her shoulders to her arms. She resides in an orphanage, forever overlooked for adoption due to her unusual markings.

In a world where awakening is both a blessing and a death sentence, Fenix, a young orphan from the slums, faces his fate with an apathy born of suffering. With no home, no future and no hope, his life has been a constant struggle to survive... until his body begins to fail. Dizziness, weakness, fainting spells. His awakening has come. In a world torn between Earth and Soulrealm, where power and survival go hand in hand, Fenix must decide if his life is worth saving... or if being consumed by the chaos is the true path to freedom.

"Where's Kincade? Let's get this shit over with, okay?" I said, scanning the hall way for my contracted husband to be. My mother almost fainted but my father bit back a smile. Occasionally, he was the father every little girl pray for. "We will get to that as soon as we get a little thing out of the way" Lady Bridgette said and looked around like she misplaced something of little value. "I suppose any number of these vacant rooms would suffice for the inspection" "What inspection?" I asked no one in particular. The dowager duchess pointed at the room behind us and announced "This would do. Come" she commanded like we were dogs. She said and walked past me and pushed the door open. I was ushered inside the room and when Eva Belle tried to enter, the door was shut in her face. "The mother can stay but I doubt the father is needed, Yolanda" Bridgette spoke over us like we were servants not royalties. Sure, Avalon was the smallest country in the world but an old fart like her had no right to disrespect us. "Hey! Lady! What's going on?" I asked as my father per her request started walking towards the door. "Just do what she says, baby" My father whispered and walked out. I was still confused. "What's going on?!" "Hop on the bed, take off your undies and spread your legs, Nicolette" Lady Bridgette commanded. I almost laughed out loud. "Lady, are you high on fumes?" I asked her and laughed, turning around to laugh at the joke with my mother but she wasn't laughing. "Mom?" "Just do what they say. It would only take a minute, Noah" "A minute to..." "Doctor Stephen is here on behalf of Essex to check...to see...if you are still...intact" my mother murmured. I stood froze. There was nothing remotely funny about this. "They want to check to see if I was a virgin? For real? Is this a joke?" "Just do it" Mother said. "Dad!" I yelled on top of my voice. He couldn't have gone far. "Hop on the bed willingly or you would be restrained" Bridgette threatened.

Armed with a blade too massive for mortal hands and a heart hardened by betrayal, he carves his path through a world bereft of mercy.Driven by rage and vengeance, he battles against forces that seek to consume his very soul. Yet even in the blackest night, faint embers of hope flicker—companions bound by their scars, a woman lost to madness, and a love tainted yet unbroken. Only the strength of one's will can stand against the tides of despair. It is a saga of vengeance, sacrifice, and the cursed path of a warrior who refuses to kneel. But it wasn't always like this. It is tale of a boy, a story that will soon turn into an epic. An epic that will start with just a dream of a boy named Vairagya, or as the world knows him Vulture.

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan whirring above us. Liya's phone screen dimmed, casting the room into near darkness. Sana had already fallen asleep, her soft breathing rhythmic and steady. I turned onto my side, hugging my blanket closer. The excitement of the night still lingered in my chest, but so did something else, a strange unease. It wasn't like I didn't trust my friend's instincts, but I couldn't understand why they felt something was off about Arun. He had been nothing but kind tonight. The way he and his friends treated us, guiding us around the party, buying us dinner, it didn't seem like the actions of someone untrustworthy. And yet… Why did I feel this lingering heaviness in my chest?

Warning: This story is not for the faint of heart. It's a dark tale with mature themes. **Those who bear the light within their hearts often seek the refuge of darkness, for an excess of light can scorch the soul** Haunted by the Darklord in her dreams, Everly Fernandez finds no choice but to move to her mother's hometown Shadowbrook. Unaware that the darkness she ran from is actually waiting for her there, she finds herself being drawn toward her History teacher, who has an enigmatic and charming personality. Torn between her extreme attraction toward the darkness and her teacher Logan Darkwood, Everly must find a way to stop herself from succumbing to darkness and defeat the dark one who wishes nothing more than to have her at any cost.

In Genovia, power is defined by the Gene that flows through your veins, unlocking mastery over Runes, the ancient magic. Arthur’s Crimson Fern Gene was written off as insignificant, a faint whisper in a world of roaring storms. But as he dares to push its limits, the Gene evolves, awakening new Runes and unlocking elemental forces. What begins as a trickle of power soon turns into an unstoppable torrent, each new ability more devastating than the last. But with every surge of strength, the cost grows—his body and mind begin to shift, as the darkness within his soul begins to take hold. In his pursuit of power, Arthur must face the ultimate question: How much of himself is he willing to lose in order to become something more?

Book 1 in the planned trilogy The Girl Who Sang to the Engine. In a parallel reality where humanity thrives on Ether-a mysterious energy derived from the alien element Anonium-progress comes at a hidden cost. Unbeknownst to society, their reliance on Ether awakens a cosmic Eldritch machine known only as the Engine, whose cryptic motives remain shrouded in static and whispers. Amid this unraveling world, two high school girls emerge as unlikely players in a cosmic game they don't yet understand. Rachel Harper, captain of her basketball team, discovers she has the ability to manipulate time-but each use leaves behind faint traces of static, distorting her reflection and eroding her sense of self. Her best friend, Emily Voss , foresees fragments of alternate lives-all ending tragically-and fears she's next. Together, they stumble upon clues linking their fates to the Engine, though neither understands why. Haunted P.I.A. agent Elijah Carter arrives in Corwood, Tennessee, tasked with investigating reports of anomalies tied to the town's new reactor. A seasoned tracker with the rare ability to see residual echoes of paranormal events, Elijah quickly realizes he's dealing with something far beyond his usual assignments. Meanwhile, drug lord Dezerea Hernandez floods the streets with Gloom, a substance transforming users into static-ridden husks called Hollows to flush out a threat to humanity. As Rachel grapples with her growing bond to the Engine, she risks losing herself to its cold logic. Meanwhile, Emily battles insomnia and visions of her own deaths, desperate to break free from fate's cruel grip. With the Engine's awakening imminent, humanity stands on the brink of collapse-or rebirth. But can two teenage girls rewrite fate before time runs out? Warning: This book is a Meta Cosmic Horror Trilogy, contains violence, psychologically disturbing images, heavy foreshadowing, red herrings, fourth wall breaks.

"How can a person plan to go through history when 35 of their books were all rejected?" Well, that's Manon, a teenager with the wildest imagination. Manon had only one wish. She made that wish every single day, but nothing happened until the necklace entered her life. "Where am I?" "Good afternoon, Miss Manon. How was your day?" Manon's eyes were wide open. "Are you my necklace?" "Yes, I am, and you can talk." "Wow! Can I ask one last thing? Am I sleeping?" "No, you're not." Manon tried to faint, until she saw the necklace turn into something. "Are you a bunny now? How did you...?" "There's more where that came from," it replied. "And I will grant you each power to become the novelist who goes down in history. But you have to go through some processes." "What do you mean? What's with that mischievous smile you're having? I don't like it," Manon said, her eyebrows furrowed, her blue eyes looking at the bunny. Her eyes got even wider when it turned into a bird. "First, you go through relationships: have your first kiss, make out, then you unlock a new power to be able to write. The more levels you obtain, the bigger the price. Your reward for your next mission is Romance. You write to make people reading it feel like they are there." "What do you mean by 'making out'? Don't worry, in time you will learn. Trust me, it's going to be fun." "How can I trust a necklace that talks, turns into a rabbit, then a bird?" It looked at her. "Fair enough. So, are you ready to have your first mission? Look at your watch." "What watch?" Manon looked at her left hand. "Oh. How? Talking necklace, I'm not surprised for some reason." "First Mission: Fall in love and date the most famous and cutest guy in your high school." "What?!" How will Manon take this new mission? Stay tuned to know more missions she is going to entangle. Will Manon's quest for literary greatness lead her to immortality, or will the secrets she uncovers rewrite her destiny in ways she never expected?

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt. A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates. It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either. But I'm here. Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt. Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing. I am so fucked. ---- R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.

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The path of cultivation was full of thorn but who could resist the temptation of immortality? Li Kong was an ordinary young man living in the village peacefully before a star fall from the sky and gave him a chance to become a cultivator. But yet, strange things keep happening inside of the village. An unknown altar made deep within the woods. Cases of livestock disappearing. A faint pungent smell hovering in the air. Just what was happening inside of the village?

Beneath the bustling city， the shadows of the apocalypse lurked. The black spores spread silently， twisting bodies and minds. Gin's lab made some people disappear without a trace， turned others into monsters， and some into the rich. Now it was the turn of a mysterious young man， Mo Wen， to make his choice...but he made the wrong one. “Gin， with a sinister smile， grew curious about what Mo Wen was mumbling. He brought his ear close to Mo Wen's lips， only to hear a faint voice: 'Dad， I'm so scared...'“

Trapped in a locked concrete room with no memory, Lukas awakens to a chilling note: “You have 24 hours to confess.” A raspy voice from a rusted speaker delivers cryptic clues every hour, each one unraveling a dark past he can’t fully grasp—blood-stained hands, a river’s edge, and the faint echo of a scream. Amid the chaos of his fractured mind, one name shines through the fog: Raisa, a woman tied to him by love, betrayal, or something far worse. As glimpses of her warmth clash with visions of violence, Lukas struggles to piece together the truth. Is he a victim, a killer, or a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand? With time slipping away, the line between guilt and innocence blurs, and the final confession may leave more questions than answers—about Raisa, about himself, and about the door that waits beyond the 24th hour.

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