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This world has always been ordinary. Ancient myths and whispers through campfire tales, was never real. Only a reflection of longing, fear, and wonder passed down through generations. In truth, the world moved forward untouched by the supernatural, devoid of mystery. Belief, however, lingers. It settles quietly in forgotten corners of the mind, dormant in fiction and ritual, waiting for a spark. Stories may press against the edges of reality, but they are never capable of crossing it. For generations, the boundary has held firm—until now. As inexplicable events ripple across society—subtle at first, then undeniable—the world begins to bend. Old stories reemerge with new weight. Monsters once trapped in myth are glimpsed in alleyways. Symbols gain power. And every lie told with conviction becomes harder to distinguish from truth. The world is changing. And no one—not the skeptics, not the authorities, not even those who set it in motion—can stop it.

In a world where humanity sleeps to let Earth heal, one boy chooses to stay awake — and steal their memories. Ten thousand years ago, the Earth was broken by technology. To save it, humans chose a radical solution: global stasis. No motion. No thought. No memory. Just sleep — until nature could recover. But one boy refused to be forgotten. Mocked for his ideas and dismissed by society, he discovers a way to bottle memories — and hatches a plan to awaken as the only person who remembers the past. While the world sleeps, he’ll find their minds, take their truths, and build a future ruled by his voice alone. Now, millennia later, a teenage girl wakes up into chaos. Tribes have formed, unity has shattered, and those she loves are being torn apart. When she and her friends cross paths with the mysterious stranger who promises to fix everything, they agree to help — unaware they’re walking into the very dream he’s trying to control. But the real danger isn’t forgetting the past. It’s trusting the wrong person with the power to remember.

Lex Winchester knows the apocalypse is coming. He began preparing to survive it and to become powerful in its wake. When the apocalypse arrived, Lex set his plan in motion, embarking on a path to become the most formidable man in this apocalyptic world.

In a fragmented nation torn apart by political strife, the world spirals into chaos after the escape of a sealed ancient entity—an embodiment of evil that once threatened to consume all existence. The Government and the Rebellion, long-time enemies locked in civil war, are forced into an uneasy alliance as this malevolent force wages war on all creation, even overpowering the twin gods of Light and Darkness. In a final stand, humanity fails to overcome the darkness. As hope fades, a dying youth is granted a miracle—an audience with the Nameless One, an omnipotent being beyond the grasp of gods. Gifted with ultimate power, the boy rises and vanquishes the ancient evil, only to awaken his own dark persona, born from grief, rage, and countless deaths. With a single motion, he annihilates entire armies. Mankind faces extinction yet again—this time from their own savior. But just before all is lost, humanity unites to cast out his corrupted self. In the aftermath, the Nameless One reappears, wiping away the remnants of chaos: the ancient energy, the monstrous beings, and even the memories of the bloodshed. All except one memory—faint and elusive—lingers in the mind of the boy who once bore the weight of the world. As life returns to normal, a strange beast appears before him, vanishes, and leaves behind only questions. When even gods fall to evil, how will humanity survive? By uniting as one—or destroying itself from within?

At dusk, a young girl walks home alone. Due to upcoming exams, she has been staying late at school to study, often returning home at twilight or even in the evening. Her route home takes her through a park. As she walks through the park, she suddenly hears the sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps rapidly approaching. Just as she begins to turn her head to look, before she can complete the motion, someone grabs her forcefully.

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A DEVIL FALLS IN LOVE? *** Alice was told that she was cursed. Perhaps she didn't need to be told. It was as clear as day. The only thing she wanted was MONEY. And she would do anything to get it. Even if it meant pretending to be her twin sister to change her fate. For one year. She didn't mind being a fake and marrying the Wildfire Heir. He would barely be around, she had been told. 'He doesn't seem like much trouble,' she had also been told. 'The third son, on the other hand, is crazy. Stay away from him.' 'As for the second son... avoid him at all costs.' 'Do not cross his path.' But she did. She crossed his path. In fact, she went right into his path herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the groom was changed at the last minute. To the Second Son! He was as hot as he was cold. A terrifyingly sexy man who looked like the man she always saw in her dreams. Was this all merely a coincidence? But that wasn't all. She hadn't expected pretending to be her sister to be this tough. First of all, she missed a very important detail: her sister was a Lawyer. She, on the other hand, was only familiar with "You have the right to remain silent..." Secondly, her sister was picky. She was vegetarian. She didn't drink. And... she was bullied? And just maybe... there was more to her sudden disappearance. Her life was about to get much more complicated. Especially with those scary blue eyes watching her every move like a predator on a mission. One year. Was the benefit worth it—worth putting her life on the line to deceive the Wildfires? She might die before the year was over. **** "Women like powerful men, Boss. They like to feel powerless when they are with a man." Hades had initially scoffed, but the idea had wormed its way into his mind. So when he saw her coming from the opposite direction, he decided to test this theory on her. Women liked to feel powerless? As soon as she saw him, her gaze sharpened, wondering why that madman was looking at her with a determined glint in his eyes. Should she run away? But he was already in front of her. "What are you—" He scoops Alice off the ground in one swift motion and drapes her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. All shocked eyes turned to the scene, but no one dared say a word, as they froze mid-air. "HADES!! YOU IMBECILE! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" She thrashes wildly, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. Hades, however, remains unfazed, carrying her out of the place with a triumphant smirk. He didn't believe in love theories, but he had a feeling she would be falling in love with him after this. At the other end, three of his underling watched the scene. "I think Lady Boss is enjoying it. She looks… happy." One noted. The other underling tried to stare intently at Alice's upside-down face. "I think so... I've never seen her look so bubbly around the boss." The third underling was watching, slack-jawed. He facepalmed dramatically. This wasn't what he meant when he told them women liked to feel powerless. Meanwhile, Alice... (Still screaming) *** EXCERPT II: "She is not answering your calls and told you to STOP calling her. Boss, I think your little bride might be mad at you." He snorted. "You are so clueless." "What's your insight, Boss?" "If she keeps rejecting my calls, it only means one thing..." They all leaned closer to hear his powerful insight. "She wants my physical presence," he said with a smug look. One of them wanted to say he didn't think so, but he was too scared to say anything. "Should I go. Should I not go?" He contemplated with a bored look on his face. "GRANT HER WISH, BOSS!" The other clueless henchmen echoed passionately. He smirked. "If you say so," and then he stood up. "Get the car." **** Pleasee add to your library. A bit of dark and fluffy romance. 18+ Comedic. Makes you sit in the edge as Alice tries her best to never get caught (quite futile) See you in the comment section!

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

In a world defined by the "Skills" granted by the enigmatic Earth, young Keal faces the sting of public ridicule. His assigned ability, "Echo Step," appears to be nothing more than a cruel joke—a power that simply makes his footsteps echo. Yet, where others see only a mockery of a skill, Keal's unconventional family sees a hidden universe of potential. His parents, Kiel and Arte, possess their own seemingly "low-tier" abilities, quietly optimized to an astonishing degree, hinting at a secret understanding of the world's most fundamental forces. Driven by his younger brother Blanc's unwavering belief, Keal embarks on an extraordinary path. Not of brute force, but of meticulous study and daring experimentation. What if an echo is more than just sound? What if it's a key to manipulating vibrations, to bending spatial perceptions, to transcending the very laws of motion? Whispers of the ancient "Kelbaraan" myth, a creature of impossible swiftness and silent vanishes, begin to intertwine with Keal's relentless research, suggesting a connection that defies conventional understanding. As Keal pushes the boundaries of "Echo Step," he'll confront a society that dismisses his kind, forcing him to protect his loved ones with an ability no one truly comprehends. Will his quiet dedication unlock a power that redefines not just his own destiny, but the very fabric of skill itself? And what untold secrets does the mysterious Earth truly hold, that allows a seemingly useless echo to resonate with ancient legend?

"Je t'ai dit de ne pas me toucher," Audrey dit. "Devant les gens," Il lui rappela. Audrey pouvait sentir le sourire narquois dans sa voix. ~~~ Les dix-sept années d'Audrey dans la meute du Sang Gris étaient comme un animal en cage. Elle vivait chaque jour en redoutant la prochaine chose inattendue pour laquelle l'Alpha pouvait la punir. Audrey a essayé fort de comprendre le rêve mystérieux qu'elle faisait, mais rien n'avait de sens pour elle, elle était perdue. Elle souhaitait être libérée de la meute du Sang Gris, mais elle perdit tout espoir de survie quand elle se retrouva enfermée et enchaînée dans le sombre donjon froid. Elle le détestait, elle le maudit alors que son sang s'écoulait d'elle. Elle était heureuse de mourir et de s'éloigner de ce monstre d'alpha. Audrey se réveilla dans un monde magique où elle a tout appris sur elle-même, elle s'est cultivée pour devenir la plus forte des loups et des sorcières vivants. Un objet, cependant, l'a ramenée au dernier endroit où elle voulait être. L'Alpha Aloha Lake régnait sur la meute du Sang Gris, la plus grande et la plus forte meute des États-Unis. Il était connu pour être brutal, même la mafia le craignait. Rien ni personne ne le dérangeait, sauf une; la fichue garce Audrey. Il la détestait, et il la ferait payer pour les péchés de sa mère. Mais il ne pouvait pas encore la tuer... L'Alpha Lake regardait sans émotion le corps ensanglanté d'Audrey qui gisait sur le sol froid du donjon, il ordonna à son bêta de se débarrasser d'elle sans y réfléchir à deux fois. Un an plus tard, les ennemis se rencontrèrent à nouveau. La haine sera-t-elle la seule émotion qu'ils partagent ? Pourraient-ils résister à l'attraction fatale qu'ils ressentaient l'un pour l'autre ?

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.

Growing up in a facility that turned children into weapons, Subject 42 never knew freedom; only survival. So when a strange creepy entity offered him a second chance in another world in exchange for one mysterious task, he took it. Even if that meant living in a world that was drenched in curses, ruled by ancient gods, and shaped by powers no mortal should touch. Reborn as a Moon Elf, a being of myth and moonlight, he finally thought he could live the life he was denied. But the task he completed set something in motion. Something that he couldn't outrun. Witness, as his fate twists and turns, as Noctis moves through this strange world in search of a respite...

Victor Drake was a 23-year-old kendo prodigy with a dream: to become the greatest swordsman of the modern era. Kind, goofy, romantic, and sharp-witted, he lived and breathed the way of the blade. But everything changed during a fierce tournament when a tragic accident left him completely blind. His world went dark, but his spirit never dimmed. Relying on instinct, sound, and intuition, Victor adapted. He trained harder, sharper, deeper. Yet fate had more in store. One ordinary day, while walking the city streets, a glowing summoning circle appeared beneath his feet—and before he could react, he was gone. Transported to a grand cathedral in another world, Victor found himself surrounded by high school students and nobles. A beautiful queen stood before them, summoning heroes to battle a rising Demon Lord. But there had been a mistake—Victor wasn’t supposed to be there. He wasn’t a chosen hero. And yet, when a mysterious ding echoed in his mind, a screen appeared before his blinded eyes: Class: Blind Swordsman With no way back and no destiny to follow, Victor carves his own path. His new power lets him “see” the world through sound and motion, sharpening his already deadly swordsmanship to supernatural levels. Determined to chase his dream even in this new world, Victor sets off—not as a hero, but as the Blind Swordsman. His journey begins: exploring dungeons, joining adventurer guilds, fighting monsters, saving villages, befriending gods and demons alike, and facing off against the greatest swordmasters the world has to offer. Along the way, he gathers a diverse—and chaotic—harem of swordswomen, slaves, nobles, and goddesses who fall for his strength, charm, and sheer will. Victor is no saint. He’s a romantic antihero, a sneaky battle junkie with a heart, a sharp tongue, and a blade sharper still. He gets caught in political intrigue, divine conspiracies, and misunderstandings that somehow lead to royal marriages. But no matter what happens, he lives—and fights—by his own code. He wasn’t meant to be a hero. He just wants to become a legend. They may call him blind, but history will remember the name: Victor Drake — the Greatest Swordsman the World Has Ever Known.

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

The story follows a seemingly ordinary high school student who’s both remarkably lucky and incredibly unlucky at the same time. One day, he gained the power to run at superhuman speeds. Most peopywould consider it a dream come true. But can someone move faster than sound and still feel like they're going nowhere?

Once feared across the heavens, Vareth, the Demon King of Eternal Night, was slain by the united might of the righteous. His soul was sealed, his name cursed, and the world rejoiced. But fate is a strange thing. Reincarnated into the broken body of a failed sect master in the weakest sect on the continent, Vareth awakens in a crumbling ruin with nothing but a single disciple, no resources, and a mysterious Sect System whispering promises of domination. His goal? Rebuild the Twilight Shadow Sect from the ashes. His method? Recruit the desperate, the outcasts, and the fallen geniuses of the world—one by one. His doctrine? Power through control, loyalty through fear, and absolute rule through manipulation masked as salvation. Yet, every time he sets a dark plan into motion—something unexpectedly good happens. He “rescues” a dying girl to use her rare talent... and ends up saving an entire lost cultivation art. He “forces” a body refiner to obey... and heals a cursed bloodline. He crushes an enemy sect out of vengeance... and unites a war-torn province. The world sees a miracle-working hero rising from the ruins. Only his disciples know the truth. Their master is no savior… he’s the devil with a Sect badge. With an ever-growing band of unwanted prodigies—a sarcastic alchemy genius, a lunatic beast tamer, a disgraced music cultivator, and more—Shen Mo will turn the weakest sect into the most feared force in the world. He doesn’t want fame. He doesn’t want followers. He wants control. He wants the world on its knees. And somehow, the heavens keep rewarding him for it.

In a world where harmony teeters on the edge of ruin, four ancient clans—Bai, Mo, Feng, and Qin—stand as the pillars of balance and power. Each clan thrives on its own unique philosophies and mystical abilities: the Bai Clan wields illusions and diplomacy, the Mo Clan channels creativity into shadows and ink, the Feng Clan dances with the wind in swift motion, and the Qin Clan brings harmony through music and resonance. But peace is a fragile illusion. Long-buried secrets, ancient rivalries, and simmering distrust threaten to ignite a storm greater than any they’ve faced before. As mysterious omens stir the winds of fate, the heirs of each clan are thrust into a web of deception, power struggles, and destiny. Bonds will be tested, truths unraveled, and a dark force will rise from the shadows of history—one that could shatter their world if they fail to unite. In the calm before the storm, only one thing is certain: “When the wind dies down, the true storm begins.”

Imagine a world where the creator has previoullsy decided to change the world functionningsn to change the deus ex machina he made a big crunch creating the changers, before going to take part to those changes, like any other humans in that future changing world First find out his goal as a human, like puting himself in a cycle until he find anew that his goal is different from the majority of humans. Lamenting and raging with limited humans abilities. imagining how he would put in motion the futures special effects. when the rage is paroxisstic : boom the changes begin Rules and peoples changes: magic and systems began to proceed: space adventures ? terraformation ? runic's magic is always the best ! technology ? ha gollem tree tech is also good.... not the same ressources : a financial ? a firemage ? a necromancer ? well : hidden class .. "the creator of life".

In a world where celestial magic and abyssal darkness wage an eternal war, a fallen knight and a cursed princess must navigate a fate intertwined by prophecy, betrayal, and the raw power of an ancient evil. Kairen Valehart, once the proud commander of the Astral Knights, was exiled after a devastating betrayal that left his kingdom in ruins. Marked by the Abyss, his body carries the corruption of a force that whispers to him, tempting him toward destruction. Feared as a traitor and hunted as a monster, Kairen roams the world as a man caught between light and darkness, desperately fighting to keep his soul from slipping into the void. Elyndra Vaelith, the last heir of the Valtherian royal bloodline, has spent her life searching for the truth behind an ancient prophecy—one that speaks of a warrior who will either save or doom the world. Her celestial magic grants her visions of a man with crimson eyes standing at the precipice of destiny. When she finally meets Kairen in the cursed Forest of Whispers, she realizes that he is the key to everything. But forces beyond their control are already in motion. The Abyssal Lord Asmodai, ruler of the shadows, seeks to reclaim what was stolen from him—Kairen himself. And as the abyssal corruption within Kairen grows stronger, Elyndra is faced with an impossible choice: save him from his fate… or kill him before he loses himself completely. As ancient secrets unravel, as betrayals cut deeper than swords, and as love and duty collide in the most painful ways, Kairen and Elyndra must forge a path through a world teetering on the edge of ruin. But the question remains—is Kairen truly destined to be the world's savior, or is he the harbinger of its destruction? In a story filled with mythical battles, forbidden magic, heart-wrenching romance, and the eternal struggle between fate and free will, Shadows of the Astral Realm is a tale of warriors and kings, demons and gods, and the question that defines them all: When the abyss stares back… will you resist it, or will you fall?

RELEASE: 2+ chps/weekend NOTE: Vol. 4-6 chapters are LONG (revisions pending). Normal chapter count would be ~500 for Vol. 1-6. When college physics student Mizuki Hakuto faces the obligatory bus-kun death of all isekai protagonists, he's brought face-to-face with a divine entity. When not mocking Mizuki, the so-called godling explains the nature of the universe – gods, godlings, mythical beasts, and more. Most importantly, magic is real. Just...not on Earth. Inspired by Earth's manga and having a penchant for drama, the godling offers him the opportunity to experience these things on a different world. The world is ruled by a strange god that treats it like a divine petri dish, and it's filled with interesting creatures the god collected from all across the universe. The god of this strange planet seems welcoming and helpful at first, but Mizuki quickly realizes that all is not as it seems in the magical world of Azura. Wielding science and newfound sorcery, Mizuki investigates the fundamental laws of magic, the nature of the divine, and more, but his progress is watched in secret by powerful forces. As he gains knowledge and power, and his darker nature is revealed, will the gods sit idly by? FAQ: Q – What's the overall tone of this story? A – It seems pretty lighthearted at first, but the trajectory of the story makes it progressively darker. I'd say the story takes itself fairly serious at times, but the characters' personalities lend to plenty of comedic dialogue. Especially in the lull between major events. Q – Isekai tropes? A – Yes. Some are leaned into, some are mocked, but most make an appearance in some form. Q – Is the MC's prior life relevant? A – Yes! The MC relies heavily on knowledge specific to Earth, and especially his science background. The MC trying to reconcile his scientific understanding from Earth with this newfound variable of magic is a major theme of the story. Q – How is the MC isekai'd? Is he reincarnated? A – In the most tropey way possible, of course. He gets hit by a bus. After dying, he's resurrected in his original body and sent to another world as 18 years old. Q – Is there slavery in this isekai? A – Yes, and it's not a pretty industry. However, the MC detests the slavery on Azura. The story won't shy away from the effect it has on the lives of those the MC meets. This will not be one of those stories where the MC virtue signals about how bad slavery is, but inexplicably keeps slaves of their own and it's painted as 'good' because the slaves are 'treated well'. Q – Is the MC overpowered? A – Absolutely, but this will change much later, as the story progresses. Q – Is this another self-insert isekai story? A – I certainly think it's true that the MC lacks personality early on in the series – it takes a while to learn much about his personal life on Earth or personality. We're watching an MC who seems to be a reactionary person on Earth, just going through the motions, necessarily develop more of a sense of self in a world where his actions are more consequential. Q – You tagged this as 'romance'...is there a harem? A – Yup. It takes a long time for the second romance to happen, and the harem always remains very small, but eventually it happens.

(Currently being revised so the story may be incoherent) "Knowledge, There you are! We need to do this quickly before the other gods notice." Valor says as he motions for her to approach. "I'm surprised you agreed to help with this." Gluttony adds with a cruel smile. "I never would have thought the God of Knowledge would be the one to give us aid." Knowledge mearly nods at his words. "Now, this is it! That crazy bat from the far continent has made some crazy monsters before but this one is the cream of the crop. Fully capable of self-evolution and self-replication. It can breed a whole army of different monsters by gathering the essence of other lifeforms!" Valor says as he points to a large egg on the ground. She nods again. "You know, I thought you'd be as excited as I am with this? Endless war and power; we'll have full control of the system once this thing begins its rampage." Knowledge raises her hands in the air and shakes them unenthusiastically. "As sarcastic as ever I see. Well, whatever. Place your hand hand here and help us with the seal." She does as she is told and a huge beam of light descends upon the egg; but her attention is elsewhere. Using the ceremony as a distraction, Knowledge brings lost souls from other worlds and implants them in unsuspecting inhabitants. She can see it. Tiny seeds of change have been sewn.

A man who thought his past was behind him, a young knight seeking honor and virtue. A princess looking for a way to save her people, a surviving tribal woman out for revenge against those who had attacked her tribe. And a bard just looking to tell the tales of the world. Their paths cross, and through this crossing fate's grand plan is set in motion, and the pieces are moved into place to awaken something erased from the world's records.

In a world where magic and technology intertwine like the threads of fate, a prophecy is set into motion—one that was written in the heart of a cursed family. The House of Daelion, once a shining beacon of power and influence, now teeters on the edge of ruin. Twin brothers, bound by blood and destiny, are destined to change the course of history—either bringing the world together in harmony or unraveling it in darkness. Arnold and Doster Daelion, born on the fated 77th eclipse, are more than mere heirs—they are the living embodiment of an ancient prophecy. But the power granted to them by the Vjec, the enigmatic beings who govern magic, is far more complex than they could ever have imagined. Where Arnold dreams of healing and hope, Doster feels the weight of a world that seems to be pulling him toward an inescapable fate. As secrets of the past surface—prophecies etched in forgotten relics, the rise of forbidden technology, and whispers of a curse that has bound their family for generations—both brothers must choose a path. But what happens when the prophecy itself demands a sacrifice? Fall From Grace is a tale of bloodlines, betrayal, and the tension between destiny and choice. It is a journey into a world where magic is not always a blessing, and where the echoes of the past shape the future in ways none can predict. This is a story of two brothers, bound by a bond stronger than fate itself, struggling to find their place in a world that might not allow them to have a future at all.

A small box was opened. And with it, chaos spread—destruction and creation intertwined. A young man takes his first step and enters a technological device. The modern world shifts as data flows around him, revealing a realm of fantasy, magic, myths, and creatures never before seen. Civilizations and cultures of breathtaking wonder, shrouded in mystery and uniqueness, unfold before him. Years later, he stands atop a mountain. With a mere motion of his hand, elemental energy of the six elements surges forth. Another movement bends space and time to his will. Every motion of his body radiates immense magical and mystical power. The enemies before him stand no chance. And in the end, with a smile on his face, an energy unseen since the dawn of creation emerges—striking terror even into the hearts of the gods. How its gone be this world? Open the box and find out. The chaos say hello!! IG:@great.daoofspace

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Damien murmured. “You could have chosen to defy me. Yet, here you are.” His fingers traced higher, a teasing and agonizing path. Chloe shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand pressed forward past the barrier of silk. A soft gasp escaped her lips when his fingers found the space between her legs. “So tell me, what do you want?” he whispered against her skin, his strokes slow and teasing, breaking her breaths. Chloe looked down, watching the way his hands moved—possessive, steady, each motion more intoxicating than the last. “I want you,” she said. “I want you.” Damien Cross only had one mission—revenge. Cold, calculating, and merciless, he’s spent years building an empire and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back at the man who betrayed him. Chloe Bennett was never supposed to be part of the plan. But when she walked into his life, she became the perfect pawn… and the one temptation he can’t resist. Now the game has changed. She was meant to be leverage. But now she’s becoming his obsession.

[WSA ENTRY 2025] “If I were ever reincarnated in another world, I’d be the ultimate villain.” That was the last thing Ace joked about before getting hit by an out of control ambulance–ironically, while saving his best friend. Truly, Fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now Reincarnated in a fantasy world, Ace isn’t a chosen one, a prodigy, or a hero. He’s a background nobody—an extra in a story already set in motion. Weak, talentless, and scorned by society, his new life seems doomed to follow the same path as his last: forgotten and meaningless. Destined to be killed off early in the plot, With no noble bloodline, no rare mana affinity, and a world stacked against him. Ace must rise from the ashes of his failure and break this tradegy, the only way he knows how. But Ace isn’t the same person he used to be. Armed with wit, ambition, and a twisted sense of justice, he refuses to bow to fate. If the world wants a villain, then a villain it shall get. He’ll climb the ranks, topple the so-called heroes, and make sure the world never overlooks him again. This time, the extra is writing his own story and it starts with CHAOS. But as he treads the line between fiction and reality, a bigger question looms— Was his reincarnation really an accident?

"Don't mention, you don't look like a local; where are you from?" He asked. "You don't have to tell me," he said hurriedly, noting my enquiring eyes. "Not really; I am just passing through," I said warily. "To the vampires land?" He asked. I was taken aback by his bluntness and looked around to make sure no one was listening in. He observed my motions and burst out laughing, as if I had done something hilarious. "You're definitely not a local," he added, still giggling. "Why did you say so?" I am completely bewildered at this point. "Locals already know that this is the meeting place for different races, and judging by your reaction towards my question, you don't know this." I was astounded by this because how could everything alter so dramatically after three years? I took a deep breath again. 'I'm taking more breath than usual today,' I thought as I exhaled. "Yeah, I'm passing through to the vampire land," I responded, still wary of this individual. "Your room is ready," the middle-aged man announced. The man grinned as he saw my bewildered expression and wondered when he'd tell me my room number and give me the keys. "Follow that young man by the stairs; he will take you to your room," he said, pointing to the plainly clothed man near the stairs. "How can I repay you for the gold coins?" I turned to ask after taking a few steps towards the stairs. "Your name would be nice," he remarked, smiling. "Aurora, my name is Aurora," I said, smiling slightly. "Aurora… it doesn't suit you; I'll call you Emerald. That suits you better," he replied, walking away. I was left stunned as I saw him withdraw back. He was joking, right?

Verdamona—a young woman from a broken Earth—finds herself face-to-face with a god. The world she once knew has been reduced to cosmic ashes, destroyed by a chain of six cataclysmic disasters that humanity itself may have set in motion. Bitter, grieving, and demanding answers, Verdamona learns a devastating truth: Earth was not abandoned, but judged. And the gods, bound by ancient laws, let it fall. The god she speaks to has decided to offer humanity one final chance at redemption. Not because they deserve it but because 'she' does. For her spirit, her defiance, and her unwavering will, he offers an impossible task: be reborn at the moment of her birth, with her memories intact, and attempt to alter the fate of the world from within. As her soul begins its descent back into time, Verdamona carries the weight of humanity’s second chance on her shoulders, and the knowledge that if she fails, no god will intervene again.

Aurora, the most sought-after courtesan, was consumed by her obsession with avenging her family’s death by murdering the king. However, fate took an unexpected turn when she unknowingly saved the very man she despised, setting in motion a series of unforeseen troubles.