Unnatural

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

She was born different. He was labeled evil and cold. But they weren’t the monsters the world believed them to be. Rose was feared from the moment she took her first breath—an outcast marked by her strange and unnatural aura. Hated, hunted, and shunned, she grew up in the shadows, carrying the weight of a destiny she didn’t understand. She was special, too special, the one ordained to bring chaos to Heaven, Earth, and Hell alike—the true god the worlds refused to accept. Lucifer was the lord of Hell, feared and despised by all, a being defined by darkness and cruelty. Yet, even he wasn’t immune to curiosity. The moment he saw Rose, something shifted—a fascination he couldn’t ignore. What began as mere intrigue turned into something far more dangerous: love. But love between the devil and a girl destined for destruction was never meant to be simple. Heaven’s forces, terrified of Rose’s power, would stop at nothing to destroy her, and Hell itself began to tremble under the weight of her growing strength. As the boundaries between worlds crumble and the lines between savior and destroyer blur, Rose and Lucifer must face a truth neither of them can escape. She was born different. He was labeled evil. Together, they are unstoppable.

When Jesse McGraw and his gang of outlaws crack open an ancient chest, they expect gold—not a death sentence. Marked by a creeping, unnatural brand, they soon realize the chest didn’t just curse them—it’s changing them. Now, every night, the Ghost Riders come. Twisted figures on horseback, neither alive nor dead, hunting them through the desert with glowing eyes and laughter that chills the soul. They don’t just want the chest back. They want Jesse and his gang to take their place. The longer they hold onto the chest, the stronger their powers grow—but so does the curse. As the gang struggles to control their new abilities, they discover that breaking the curse won’t be easy. Somewhere out there lies the key to their salvation—but it’s buried beneath blood, betrayal, and legends long forgotten. And the deeper they ride, the clearer it becomes: if they don’t find a way out soon, they won’t be running anymore. They’ll be hunting. Night is hell. Morning is mercy. And the clock is ticking.

Sorcery: the art of manipulating the elements of the world to produce unnatural effects such as splitting the sea and overturning mountains. After 5000 years of wars against alien races such as Gods, Demons, Cosmic Beasts, and so on, Sorcerers have been able to carve all but a tiny spot in the universe. However, their survival is not all but certain. In the Sorcerer World, August, a 20-year-old man from Earth reincarnates in the body of a rogue Apprentice Sorcerer with a system that grants him the ability to extract 4 different innate affinities. Will he be able to herald the golden age of Sorcerers?

Ryo Kuroda, a 25 year old former police officer dismissed for his lack of physical strength, hoped to start fresh as a private detective. One night, he saved a very unnatural-looking cat from being chased by some eerie creatures. In return, the cat "blessed" him with a wish, “for more clients”. What sounded like a stroke of luck quickly became a never-ending nightmare, as his office was soon flooded with the strangest, most inexplicable cases imaginable. With nothing but his sharp mind, stubbornness, and an ever-growing headache, Ryo is forced to navigate a world where the supernatural is very real and very troublesome. Either way, ever since that cat granted his wish, he barely has any peaceful day.

[2025 WSA Entry] Deep in the heart of Vyrandia, where bloodlines dictate worth and magic defines fate, a child is born. But he is born with nothing. No Vis to shape the world. No gifts to mark him as blessed. A hollow vessel, empty and powerless. A disgrace to his father’s bloodline. And so, he and his mother are cast out—left to the mercy of the cold. But as his life slips away, something stirs in the silence. Something buried. Something forgotten. When he awakens, he is no longer just an exiled child. He is something unnatural. Taken in by the Wardens, the last remnants of an ancient order sworn to maintain balance between the mortal and spirit worlds, Ravenn is thrust into a reality far beyond what he ever imagined. The world is fracturing. Monsters of old are rising. Forgotten truths surface. And within him, a power unlike any other begins to awaken. As the Wardens send him on missions—to cursed villages, ancient libraries, and forgotten civilizations, each filled with whispers of the past, and the horrors coming—Ravenn begins to uncover the fractures in the world’s foundation. The echoes of something ancient call to him, pulling him toward a fate entwined with forces long thought extinguished. But he is not the only one searching, not the only one burdened with purpose. There are others—hunters and allies alike who have waited for his return, gods who fear what he might become, and enemies who will do anything to bury the past he is destined to unearth. Because to them, some echoes are best left buried. But for him, every echo will rise.

The apocalypse descended, reshaping the world overnight. Civilization crumbled, but in its wake came opportunities—a chance to evolve, to become something greater. Feng Tian was just an ordinary third-year university art student when it all began. By sheer luck—or perhaps fate—he survived the first wave of catastrophic changes. But survival was only the beginning. After experiencing the unnatural surge of strength that came with the new world, his perspective shifted. No longer was he once a man with no greater ambition than avoiding hard work in his later years. He now had a new goal. To climb higher, to become stronger, to seize everything this new world had to offer. But power never comes without a price. How much was he willing to sacrifice to claim it?

For centuries, sixteen castles have acted as seals to otherworldly monster dimensions, preventing their horrors from spilling into reality. When these monsters escape, they manifest as natural disasters—earthquakes, plagues, massacres, and worse. To keep them at bay, elite warriors and raiders with supernatural abilities fight back each time a portal opens. Fifteen castles have accepted the help of governments and organizations, except one—the Kanagawa Castle. The secretive Kanagawa family has always fought "their monsters" alone. But when they unexpectedly call for help, the world listens. Among those chosen to document the event is Kaede, a nobody—an awkward, cowardly school journalist assigned to follow the powerful Sun Jia, a top-tier raider and his long-time crush. But when they enter Kanagawa’s portal, everything goes wrong. Two doors open instead of one—an anomaly. Sun Jia and the team enter what appears to be the safer path. But inside, they face a nightmare beyond comprehension—the domain of Shiniyuku Shinigami, the Dying Death God. Reality collapses. The raiders don’t just die—they feel their deaths transcending time, erased from existence before they can even react. Kaede, the weakest among them, experiences his own death differently—shorter, but far more agonizing. Shiniyuku, intrigued by his insignificance, spares him, mocking his cowardice. Kaede wakes up two years later, the only survivor of the disaster. The world has changed—door hunting is now a global industry, and the Kanagawa family has become more powerful than ever. But something inside him has changed too. A power is growing, something unnatural. Determined to uncover the truth behind Kanagawa, Akihiko’s true intentions, and the identity of the enigmatic Knight X, Kaede embarks on a journey—not as a hero, but as a man seeking redemption. But as he grows stronger, a terrifying truth emerges... Kaede is no longer just a survivor. He is becoming something else entirely. Something that should never exist in reality.

When Lena Carter returns to Black Hollow to settle her estranged grandmother’s estate, she expects dust, memories, and maybe a few ghosts of her past. What she doesn’t expect is the fog—thick, unnatural, and whispering her name. Her grandmother’s cryptic warning—“Don’t let the fog take you.”—becomes chillingly real when strange figures begin appearing in the mist. Shadows press against the windows, voices call to her from the darkness, and the once-familiar house warps into something sinister. Then she finds her grandmother’s journal, filled with frantic warnings about something in the fog—something that has waited for Lena to return. As the whispers grow louder and reality begins to unravel, Lena must uncover the truth about Black Hollow’s dark past before the fog takes her, too. Because once you answer the whispers, you belong to them.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

For centuries, they existed alongside humanity—beings with shifting forms, unnatural abilities, and no place to belong. Feared, hunted, and cast into the shadows, they were seen as monsters. Demons. Not because they were, but because it was the only way humans could understand them. When fear turned to control, they were captured. Experimented on. Locked away in labs deep underground, stripped of their names, their identities, their freedom. To the world above, they were nothing more than forgotten myths. But secrets never stay buried forever. Sixteen-year-old Ryu Mikael wasn’t thinking about any of that. He had bigger problems—like the homework he forgot to do. Instead of facing another lecture at school, he decided to ditch, heading into the mountains to get some peace and finally finish his work. Away from the noise. Away from everything. Then he saw him. A stranger. Standing there, still yet tense, his head tilting slightly—watching. There was something unnatural in the way he moved, like a predator studying prey. Then, in an instant, he lunged. And Mikael’s life changed forever.

Alina’s life changes overnight when her father makes a deal that seals her fate—marriage to a man she has never met. The Volkov family is powerful, feared, and shrouded in dark rumors. Some say their wealth is built on blood. Others whisper of secrets more terrifying than anyone dares to speak aloud. Trapped in a union she never wanted, Alina is determined to resist. But her new husband is nothing like she expected. Cold, unreadable, and dangerously alluring, he is a mystery wrapped in shadows. There’s something unnatural about him—something that makes her pulse quicken with both fear and curiosity. As she unravels the truth about the Volkovs, she realizes she is caught in a web far more sinister than an arranged marriage. The past she never understood, the mother she lost too soon, and the blood in her veins all tie her to a fate she cannot escape. Her husband is not just a man. And Alina is not just a bride. She is the key to a prophecy older than time. A secret that should have never been uncovered. And now, the enemy she was forced to marry may be the only one who can save her.

The war between humans, witches, vampires, and dragons was over before it even began. Humans never stood a chance. Now, they are nothing more than slaves—property to be used, discarded, or worse. But power alone does not determine freedom. Even among vampires, witches, and wolves, those born powerless are treated no better than slaves, exploited for resources, labor, and pleasure. The supernatural races live in separate realms, divided by their own rules and hierarchies, but soon, all may collide. In Goden Arc, one of the twelve packs that serve as the home of the wolves, Olivia is born mute—a disgrace to her father, one of the strongest Betas. Hated by her mother, tormented by her brother, she endures years of abuse—until her eighteenth birthday, when she finally dares to dream of escape. She flees to the Mating Cave, hoping to find her fated mate and a chance at freedom. But instead, her scent ignites a frenzy, drawing in every male wolf in the cave. That is when she learns the horrifying truth—she is a Stealer Wolf, the last of a cursed bloodline of venomous seductresses, wiped out by former Alphas for their unnatural ability to lure and enslave both men and women. Weakened, mute, and now feared as something monstrous, Olivia’s fate grows even darker when she discovers that her mate is none other than the Alpha himself. Though he saves her from the wolves, he refuses to accept her as his Luna. To him, she is unworthy. Instead, he makes her his slave, forcing her into brutal training to prove her worth—or die trying. But when Olivia’s heart begins to glow and she starts to hear a voice whispering, *"They are coming,"* she realizes that the nightmare of her past is nothing compared to what lies ahead. Meanwhile, in Glazon, the land of witches, Alita, the daughter of a village chief, faces her own curse. Wolves and witches have always been enemies, yet fangs meant only for wolves emerge every time her heart glows. If anyone finds out, she will be executed. But when she saves a mysterious man with a dragon tattoo, her fate takes a turn she never expected—one that could unravel everything she thought she knew about herself and her world. Betrayal. Secrets. Lies. Kingdoms at war. Politics. Love. Passion. Power. Family. This is a story unlike anything you’ve read before—each chapter will leave you breathless and begging for more.

Vincent Caine, a washed-up movie director whose career collapsed under the weight of his own unfulfilled ambition, awakens in a void — a pitch-black theater where the only spotlight is fixed on his own sweating, broken face. The laughter of an unseen audience echoes around him, sharp and unnatural, twisting his pain into their entertainment. His memories are gone, save for a single truth: his name. A booming voice — equal parts ringmaster and executioner — congratulates Vincent on his "win." The prize? A new life. Not because of talent or purpose, but a simple roll of the dice. He is to inhabit the body of another heartbroken indie director, recently felled by a heart attack, his corpse held in unnatural suspension. As Vincent's consciousness spirals through the emerald vortex of his forced rebirth, the lines between performance and reality blur. The faceless crowd’s laughter follows him like a haunting score. Memories that are not his begin to surface — the indie director’s unfinished scripts, his fears, his distant relationships. But Vincent’s own past remains a blank canvas, gnawed at by a presence that seems to slither through his mind. What awaits him in this new life is more than just another chance at directing — it's a waking nightmare of fabricated success and lingering failure. Every interaction feels staged, every relationship like a hollow performance. The question isn't just who Vincent will become in this borrowed life — it's what dark hand is pulling the strings behind the curtain, orchestrating this surreal second act. And the ever-present, unnatural laughter? It never stops. Because the show must go on.

Cassian Voss lives an ordinary life—work, family, responsibilities—until the dreams begin. Every night, he finds himself in the bodies of strangers, reliving their final moments before the world ends in fire and shadow. Meteors fall, people collapse into an unnatural sleep, and something lurks in the darkness, feeding on the helpless. At first, Cass chalks it up to stress or overwork, but the dreams refuse to fade. Worse, reality itself starts to crack—glitches in the world, missing people no one remembers, conversations looping as if the world is trying to correct itself. His best friend, Rich, has noticed it too. And then there’s her—the mysterious girl who always appears at the end of his dreams, whispering the same urgent words: "You have to wake up." But wake up from what? As Cass digs deeper, the world pushes back. The more he questions, the more dangerous things become. If the dreams are more than nightmares, if the world around him isn’t what it seems…then what happens when he finally pieces it all together? Something is hunting him. Something doesn’t want him to know the truth. And once he does—there may be no way back.

Blood and Sorcery – A world of power, a fate rewritten by forbidden magic. Lyrien should have died. He did die. But his mother, a powerful mage, broke the natural order to bring him back—at a terrible cost. Now, with only three days left before the spell unravels and claims him once more, he and his adopted sister, Elyreina, must find a way to survive. Hunted by Fallen Beasts drawn to his unnatural existence, pursued by unseen forces that want him erased, Lyrien's only hope lies within the Academy of Valor and Arcana—a place where warriors, mages, and knights ascend to greatness. But even there, secrets lurk in the shadows, and the truth behind his resurrection could change everything. As the past unravels and the line between fate and free will blurs, Lyrien must uncover the mystery of his own death before it claims him again—this time, for good. In a world where power is everything, what happens when you defy destiny itself?

When Liam Cross awakens in the ruins of a shattered world, he has no memory of how he got there—only the realization that Earth is no longer the world he once knew. The skies are fractured with storms of unnatural energy, and monstrous creatures stalk the remnants of civilization. But amid the chaos, a mysterious Omniversal System integrates into his very being, granting him abilities beyond human limits. Marked as "Unawakened," Liam quickly learns that survival is more than just luck—it’s evolution. As he battles grotesque mutants and navigates the treacherous remains of a once-thriving world, his system gradually unlocks new powers, weapons, and hidden knowledge about the catastrophe that befell humanity. Each fight pushes his Awakening Progress, but also draws the attention of something far worse than the creatures roaming the ruins. His first true challenge arrives in the form of the Alpha Stalker, a towering predator with intelligence surpassing the mindless mutants. Forced to choose between standing his ground or seeking refuge, Liam's struggle leads him to the Tower of Shadows, a mysterious structure filled with remnants of advanced technology, hidden caches, and long-forgotten secrets. Within its depths, he begins to unravel the truth—this apocalypse was not an accident. As he fights for survival, Liam realizes that he is not alone. Others have awakened, some as allies, and some as threats far greater than the monsters. If he wants to survive—if he wants to carve out a future in this new world—he must push past his limits, uncover the true purpose of the Omniversal System, and rise to become something more. Because in this world, only the strongest ascend.

In a quiet village where nothing ever seems to change, four teenagers navigate school, friendships, and the weight of growing up. But when Elias, an eccentric and sharp-witted boy, starts having strange, prophetic dreams, his world begins to shift in ways he never imagined. At first, it’s harmless—just glimpses of the future, whispers of possibilities. But then, Elias discovers something far more dangerous: the ability to control dreams, shape reality, and bend people’s will to his own. What starts as an innocent experiment quickly spirals into something darker. With each passing day, Elias becomes more consumed by his power, his mind twisting with the endless possibilities it offers. His childhood friend Lina doesn’t see the change, his classmates laugh at his antics, and even his closest friend, Gabriel, remains unaware. But Gabriella—Gabby—senses something is wrong. She’s always been distant, always kept her guard up. But now, as she watches Elias slip further into his obsession, she finds herself drawn into a mystery bigger than anything she’s ever faced. The strange messages in their group chat, the way Elias’s gaze lingers just a second too long—it all points to something unnatural. As Elias teeters on the edge, hunger for power clouding his judgment, Gabby is the only one who sees the danger. The only one who might be able to pull him back. But can she reach him before it’s too late? Or will he become something far beyond saving? A story of power, obsession, and the thin line between control and chaos—where dreams are no longer just dreams, and the greatest battle is not against fate, but against oneself.

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.

Ethan Cross, a soldier hardened by war, never imagined his death would be the beginning of something new. Awakening as one of the undead, he finds himself in a strange world that mirrors Heroes of the Old Earth—a game he once loved, now a living reality. With his undead body granting unnatural resilience, Ethan must navigate a world of fractured factions, monstrous distortions, and warped reality. As he delves deeper, he begins to suspect that his entrapment is no accident. The game holds the key to saving his own—and perhaps the only chance for his redemption.

In the endless wastelands beneath twin moons, the Sunlit Squad reigns as a band of raiders, striking against the oppressive Galactic Order. But on one fateful raid, they uncover something impossible—a baby, cradled in the wreckage of an Order transport. Not just any child. A bio-engineered human, a relic of a species long thought extinct. Raised among outlaws, Adam-101 grows at an unnatural pace—stronger, faster, and more intelligent than any normal being. By five, he is already outpacing grown warriors. By six, he discovers a power within him: the ability to move objects with his mind,and has the ability to sense danger. But in a world where humans were wiped out for being inferior, what does that make Adam? A survivor? A weapon? A mistake?

Lukas Hartmann always believed in logic, reason, and the pursuit of knowledge. But when he wakes up in a town shrouded in fog, with no memory of how he arrived or when he last left, he begins to realize something is terribly wrong. The streets feel too quiet, the people refuse to speak of the vanishings, and the town itself seems to shift when no one is looking. When he finds his name on a list of the disappeared, Lukas is thrust into a mystery that unravels everything he thought he knew—about the town, about his past, and about himself. With the help of Felix Albright, a man who seems to know more than he lets on, Lukas begins his descent into the unknown. He discovers that knowledge is a curse, and the more he learns, the closer he gets to becoming the town’s next forgotten soul. But Lukas refuses to be erased. As he pieces together the town’s secrets, he realizes that something far older, far more unnatural lurks beneath its foundations—watching, waiting. Something that does not just consume lives, but rewrites reality itself. Now, Lukas must decipher the rules of this dying town before it claims him. Because in a world where memory is unreliable and the truth is forbidden, being an observer might be his only chance to survive.

They say myths are just myths, but in the world of unnatural myths are everything. I've always seen the unnatural, I seen two worlds in one, labeled crazy I kept it a secret, until the day I was stolen from my home and forced to learn the ways of living with the unnatural.

Billy Black never expected much from life, but even he didn’t think his own parents would sell him to demons for a sack of cursed gold. Betrayed and sacrificed, he awakens in the depths of Hell—not as some chosen hero or prophesied warrior, but as property. Stripped of his humanity and thrown into the lowest pits of the underworld, Billy is sold to a band of demon slavers and dragged into the Blood Crucible, a brutal gladiator arena where the damned fight, die, and rot for the amusement of their infernal masters. Weak and outmatched, he is nothing more than sport for the crowd—until starvation pushes him to do the unthinkable. In a moment of desperation, Billy devours the flesh of a fallen demon, its corrupted essence seeping into his bones. The transformation is slow, agonizing—his body warping, his mind darkening, his humanity slipping away. But with each bite, with each kill, he becomes stronger, faster, something not quite human anymore. His unnatural evolution catches the eye of Lady Vaelith, a widowed demon queen with a throne to protect and enemies circling like vultures. Intrigued by his potential—and aroused by his growing ferocity—she buys him from the pits. But not as a warrior. Not as a champion. As her consort. Billy refuses to be tamed, but the abyss is patient, and Vaelith knows how to turn fire into something even deadlier. As he spirals deeper into the pleasures and horrors of Hell, the question remains: is he still a man fighting for freedom, or has he become something far worse?

Adam's life had not been the best in his early childhood. He didn't know how his parents looked like. After all, the only place he could call home was the place where unwanted children were dumped. An orphanage near London. Adam is a hyper kid making him known among all the others...but another one called Will catches Adam's eye. So when Adam stalks him, he discovers that Will is much more of an evil person than he thought he was...even to the extent of costing someone's life. Adam tries to gather evidence and when Will notices, he frames Adam for a crime he didn't commit. A fight ensues that lands Adam in the Mother's private office. He gets told that an old man is coming to adopt him soon and Adam can't help but refuse to elaborate...not after he exposes that criminal, Will. And so he seeks out evidence and manages to gather proof which he presents to the orphanage, eventually regaining his good reputation among his fellow kids. As Mother decides what course of action to take next, Will dissapears the evening before Adam's adoption. The old man arrives and Adam, desiring to catch Will, agrees to leave the orphanage and live with the grandpa despite his initial protest. And so, Adam's life changes drastically after he gets forced to uncover the secrets of his family's lineage after he hears that his brother, who had been taken by scientists when they were young, is actually in the military where a supernatural being had broken out of its seal...and that Will was also involved in that occurrence. Adam gets thrown into a world of martial arts and unnatural abilities, which shall aid him in the future.

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

A hunter must hunt. In a world torn with war they remain neutral. In a world where demi-humans are seen as the filth of the world, they remain neutral. In a world where those who dabble in magic is seen as unnatural, they remain neutral. For all they must needs do is hunt.

In a world where immortality comes at a harrowing cost, those afflicted with the Semi-Immortal disorder walk a perilous path between life and death. Gifted by the Goddess Amritkala, these individuals cheat death but pay dearly—each resurrection scars their minds, bodies, and souls. Viewed as unnatural abominations by society, Semi-Immortals face prejudice and violence, their existence deemed a threat to the natural order. Leading the crusade against them is the Crossed Clan, a ruthless cult bent on eradicating these "parasites" with weapons designed to siphon their essence. In opposition stands the Whitehorse Agency, a covert organization offering sanctuary to Semi-Immortals, fighting to protect them from relentless persecution. Caught in the crossfire, the Semi-Immortals struggle to survive, their existence a battleground for humanity’s fear and morality. Among them is 19-year-old Ivianna (Ivy) Reyna, whose life has been marked by cruelty and betrayal. At 15, Ivy ended her life, only to be reborn as a Semi-Immortal, cursed to live on with a past that haunts her and a resurrection she never wanted. Her life changes when she meets Violet, a transgender girl whose own experiences with rejection and trauma mirror her own. Violet’s warmth and understanding become a lifeline for Ivy, offering her the connection she craves. As their bond grows, Ivy learns from the Whitehorse Agency that she is not just any Semi-Immortal but a rare Wildling, with powers tied to her death and childhood. This revelation thrusts Ivy into the heart of the conflict between the Crossed Clan and the Whitehorse Agency, forcing her to confront her identity and the responsibilities her powers demand. "Semi-Immortal" is a powerful tale of survival, identity, and the search for belonging in a world that fears what it cannot understand. It is a story of scars that never heal, bonds forged in the dark, and the courage it takes to face a broken world—and oneself.

Alastor Von had everything a noble heir could ask for—wealth, prestige, and two loving parents who doted on him. Yet, beneath the grandeur of his life, an emptiness gnawed at him. He had no memories beyond the past few months, no recollection of childhood laughter or the warmth of family traditions. His parents told him it was due to an accident—one so severe it had erased his past completely. Still, doubts plagued him. The people of the kingdom whispered behind his back, questioning his legitimacy. Servants exchanged glances when they thought he wasn’t looking. And then there was his own reflection—too perfect, too unnatural. He looked nothing like his parents. The sharp contrast between their features and his made the rumors even harder to ignore. But Alastor refused to let uncertainty dictate his fate. He threw himself into training, learning everything he could about the world he was supposedly part of. His parents praised his intelligence, his refinement, his perseverance. And yet, none of that mattered when he stepped into the sacred chamber of Awakening. The moment had come to prove himself worthy of his lineage. Every noble child was granted a moment to shine, to awaken the power sleeping within their blood. Alastor took a deep breath, stepping forward into the sacred circle. The air crackled with energy, the weight of destiny pressing upon his chest. As the ritual began, the entire kingdom seemed to hold its breath, waiting to witness his ascension. Yet, deep in his heart, an unshakable unease took root, whispering that something was not as it seemed. And in that instant, everything changed.

Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more. At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt. It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances. Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared… The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness… Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight. The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene. They all unified and came to an agreement. They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might. Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War. For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words: "You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle… We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder… There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it. And so, we had no other choice but to get involved. We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under… The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one. In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought… Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive. That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck." The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation. And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised. The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return. There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone! All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch! Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength. While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War. As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.