September Mourning

In a world where magic is forbidden and witches are hunted, Ashlynn Blackwell has hidden her mark of the witch since birth. The night of her wedding she's betrayed and her secret is exposed. Attacked by her husband and his knights, Ashlynn was abandoned and left for dead in the wilderness. Rescued by the vampire lady Nyrielle, Ashlynn is offered a choice: die as a human or embrace her power as a witch. Bound by a mystical blood pact, Ashlynn is plunged into a world of ancient magic, immortal vampires, and deadly political intrigue for the chance to find eternal love. [Bronze Winner: Weekly Love Tales - Vampire] [Book of the Month: September/October 2024]

{Author Of Old-World Extra} "All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died. I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight. But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot. For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some "Villain" in a faraway land. Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd "Villain." And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed. This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done. Fate seemed Hellbent on ending me no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up... A Script appeared before my mind’s eye. {Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?} {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Then, a projection appeared and it began to display... my memories? — This is a story about suffering. Anger. And forgiveness. {Volume One, Remember Me: Complete} {Volume Two, For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete} {Volume Three, When the Sparrow Falls: Complete} {Volume Four, I Saw A Dream: Ongoing} Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

\WSA 2025 Entry/ This is my first time writing so don't be disappointed if it's not as good as the top authors! I'll do my best to bring the fun! Here we go! ---------- Apocalype in the Urban world?? an event known as the great Cataclysm was the starting point to humanity's understanding of the abstract worlds! the cataclysm tore through the reality of earth, bringing down carnage. Responsible for the reduction in humanity's population. Apex predators born from Mana itself were responsible for the decline of humanity. With the awakening of the gifted, humanity returned back to where it was! but now the protectors of humanity are nothing but shadows of their former selves! Designed to be killers, soldiers owned by their governments! with series of wars constantly breaking out, they were bred to fight and die on the battlefield! in a world where only the gifted reigns, Riley was nothing! a mere non awakened cadet, a rag, hated by his military academy! and deployed to his death on his first day of commission! faced with a life or death situation, a weakling who had nothing, no parents to mourn him! no one to miss him when he's gone, a worthless human! faced with death, he was forced to awaken! Ding! \Congratulations, you have awakened three ultimate Talents/ \Ethereal Summoner Talent, Infinity Talent(sealed), Adaptation Talent/ \Class: Legendary/ \Your Talents has evolved from F rank to E ranks/ Starting out with three ultimate Talents! with the truth of his Bloodline dawn on him!.. He's forced to level up! Maxing out his summon harem, Riley's faced with series of unfortunate events! A soldier who lives to die for his government! He has no life! Would he find his? or is his fate designed to be simply a weapon for his country? Who knows!

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

Tian Long, an orphan without much of a life in both his thirty year long life and lifespan! To him, a single opportunity was displayed to transmigrate into another world with his Death Book! "What's this? Is this the body of a three year old? Davis? Is this my name from now on?" Finding himself possessing a small child, he becomes inwardly conflicted before he faces the truth and his reality! Young Davis finds himself as the legal heir, the Crown Prince of the Loret Empire in the Grand Sea Continent, becoming a powerful cultivator in a short time... However, is that all? Follow his journey as Young Davis becomes a full fledged death's advocate while embodying into the Divine Emperor of Death in the world of cultivation! "Mn? The route to become the Emperor is a given? Nah, I still don't want it..." "Oh? I'm courting death you say? Unfortunately for you, death is already my woman..." == Almost 200,000 words (Around 170 Chapters) available for free! == English isn't my main language, so please bear with it if you found some mistakes. == Want to see more official art of the story and discuss the story with others? Join the Discord! Discord and support links https://discord.gg/xcqXR6p https://www.patreon.com/stardust_breaker == Power Stones Ranking (Updated : 29th September 2022) 16th so far Golden Ticket Ranking: 11th so far Other than this, I'm planning for individual mass releases as well but don't rely on it.

[THE COVER OF THE NOVEL ISN'T MINE IT IS CREATED AREKUSHISU_1 ] Adrian Cross never believed in justice—only in settling scores. When he returned home from years in the special forces, he found his adoptive father, John Rico, and his two younger brothers slaughtered in betrayal. Their killers walked free, shielded by power and corruption. Adrian didn’t mourn. He didn’t hesitate. He hunted them down, one by one, until there was no one left to kill. And when his revenge was complete, so was his purpose. He died that night, bleeding out with no regrets. But death wasn’t the end. He woke up in the body of Franz Kafka—a college student in a world he recognized. It was the setting of Requiem of Two Worlds, a novel he had read back in high school. A cliché power-fantasy story where the protagonist built a harem while rising to the top. But Franz Kafka wasn’t in the original story. He wasn’t a villain, a side character, or even a name mentioned in passing. He simply didn’t exist. None of it mattered. Nothing ever did. His past life was over, his revenge fulfilled. Now, he was just a man with no purpose, drifting in a world that wasn’t his own.

"When the sun fails to rise, does a man curse the heavens? Or does he curse himself for needing its light?" ... Three years ago, the ten members of The Eternals guild became legends as the first and only guild to defeat the final boss of Voidborn Tales, the most popular dark fantasy MMORPG. When the game’s servers were shut down, millions of players mourned its end, but for Han Sol, vice guild master, it marked the close of a chapter of his life he cherished. Now a college tutor, Han's life is ordinary—until a holographic window suddenly materializes before him on his way home. [The Second Stage Will Now Begin.] In an instant, the world descends into chaos. The cities are overrun by strange beasts, landscapes warp into twisted realms from Voidborn Tales, and people begin manifesting the classes and abilities they once wielded in the game, as well as being merged with their game avatars. As the one who landed the last hit on the final boss, Han receives a gift, one that perhaps may help him put an end to the game, or perhaps plunge the world into further chaos.

An Yeran has crossed over into a novel as the cannon fodder second elder sister, featuring the city's Lofty Dragon. Her younger brother, however, is the novel's male lead, Lu Xiu, who goes from Cinderella to Lofty Dragon. Lu Xiu suffered bullying from his stepmother and two elder sisters since childhood. Once grown-up, he took revenge on his stepmother's family to the point the stepmother was forced to jump off a building, the elder sister was sold to the Mafia, and An Yeran was sent to the Mental Hospital where she died. An Yeran exclaimed, "What does the future plot have to do with me?!" The System S12 accidentally pulled an extra person during the teleportation process, this person was An Yeran. Thus, S12 informed her that the time-space tunnel would reopen when she turned 18. If she jumps off a tall building by the age of 18, she can return to her original world. Hence, 8-year-old An Yeran didn't follow the plot and freely defied conventions, reveling wild and free, as long as she jumps off a building at 18, she's good! Unexpectedly, The Cinderella male lead would actually scream her name in a desperate and mournful voice the moment she jumped off the building. "I won't take revenge! Come back! Come back!" Days back in her world were calm until one day she was abruptly dragged back into the novel world by the urgently rushed System S12. Faced with her younger brother who'd deteriorated beyond recognition, An Yeran wanted to cry but had no tears. — Heaven wants to destroy me! The male lead pretends to be innocent in the early stages, the female lead is rather overprotective. Late stage reveals the male lead's sickly affectionate nature, with slight coercion into isolation. PS: 1v1 Revenge rebirth of a black lotus sickly affectionate male lead (Lu Xiu) with high combat ability, and a tomboyish female lead (An Yeran) who accidentally traveled into a novel.

{Check out my new novel, Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death} 'Born In Ruins' was a forgettable read. That was the only way Emir could describe the pages of the novel he had found himself reincarnated into. The young man barely knew anything, but the snippets he had recalled only caused him unending sorrow... As what awaited him was only tragedy and an early death. It was a depressing story, one that he had planned to flip on its head—all for his salvation. — In this post-apocalyptic world, monsters fought humans and cyborgs in a battle for survival on a scale greater than ever before. A world where innocence and death were a luxury, where the line between heroes and villains was razor-thin. Within its expanse, 'Ancient Clans,' 'Galactic Federations,' 'Factions', and 'Corporations' presided over colossal 'Ruins' that dwarfed the concept of life itself. Survivors of the 'Third World War' continuously dove into the 'Old World,' 'Hunting' for 'Relics' in any ruin that they could find on Earth, desperate to reclaim 'Lost' technology, to stand a fighting chance against the inevitable. But it appeared that 'Earthkind' had met their match. …However, Emir would never allow that fate to take its course. — Emir unraveled layers of the tale and realized the truth of the world. He acquainted himself with the rules of this game before it fully consumed him. And now... no longer content with mere survival, he sought to dominate over the very fabric of this unforgiving universe. Emir shall rise from the pawn he once was, seeking to unravel the mysteries that hounded him. The boundaries of 'Aether,' his father’s disappearance, the noose hanging above his family’s head, and of course… his starless destiny, a fate he longed to control. This pursuit would earn him the epithet: "Prince Of The Fallen." ---------------------------------------------- *Tags: Reincarnation ;), Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Magical Realism, Academy (Volume 3), Romance, Apocalypse, {Anti-Hero. Villain.} *Expect this novel to start slowly; it begins ramping up at the halfway point of volume 1. *The Magic System is introduced at the end of volume 1, read my review and Auxiliary chapter for more on that. *Warning: The main characters have emotions like proper humans. So don't expect your usual emo kid as the MC and come complaining later.

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.

The air hung heavy with unspoken anxieties as Iris walked the sterile hospital corridors. A year. It had been a year since she’d received the devastating news: Iñigo, her beloved boyfriend, was dead. The pain still felt raw, a constant ache in her chest. She'd mourned him fiercely, the void his absence left echoing in her heart. Little did she know, the truth was far more complicated, twisted by a mother's disapproval and a desperate attempt to keep them apart. Iñigo’s mother, a woman whose disapproval Iris had always felt like a cold wind, had whisked him away to the States, a calculated move to sever their connection. She’d believed that distance, the vast expanse of the ocean, would be enough to erase Iris from Iñigo's life. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Dr. Millie’s voice, crisp and professional, broke through Iris’s somber thoughts. "Iris, you're assigned to assist the patient in Room 208. He was recently transferred from the U.S.A." The doctor handed her the file. Iris took it mechanically, her mind already racing. The familiar chill that always accompanied thoughts of Iñigo's mother settled over her. This was no coincidence. A strange premonition tightened its grip on her, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. She felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. As she approached Room 208, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. A deep breath, a silent prayer, and then—she opened the door. The sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. There he was, pale but undeniably Iñigo, lying in the hospital bed. Time seemed to stop. The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. He was alive. The carefully constructed wall of grief she’d built around her heart crumbled. A torrent of emotions – shock, relief, disbelief, and a bitter taste of betrayal – flooded her. All the pain, the tears, the emptiness… all for nothing? The file slipped from her numb fingers, landing silently on the floor. He was alive, and his mother had lied.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

Be sure to join the official HTWQ Discord server for news on the novel, direct updates, polls, & exclusive rewards such as original illustrations: https://discord.gg/pxMTZp9f5j You can donate to the novel: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau Growing up as a slave in the Halloween Kingdom, Junk had been a prisoner for as long as he could remember. Born without a healthy nor stable body, he might have been the weakest of all the Minotaurs. Managing to finally escape the confines of his prison cell, the beast wanders the Kingdom’s dangerous roads. His body and soul slowly and painfully withering into nothingness until he miraculously runs into one final chance—the fallen Witch Queen—Lady September Autumn who had just recently been dethroned of her royal title. She provides him the opportunity to remain alive. Keeping his body and soul intact by feeding him with her royal, sacred Queen milk. Of course, this is no act of charity. She asks for his services in return. In exchange for harvesting her milk, Junk must become her loyal servant and bodyguard fulfilling whatever she commands: including hunting down and defeating all of those responsible for her dethronement. Refuse, and no more milk. No more milk, and the Minotaur will be doomed to perish once more. So a symbiotic relationship is formed. However, the ex-prisoner has something in mind for his powerful new Queen. Harvesting the bitch herself! Ultimately corrupting her into his breeding-slut when the time is right and birthing an army of monsters to re-take the kingdom for himself instead. Together, they are marching through this ghoulish and spooky fantasy world plagued with undead, spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, demonic Gods and far worse! . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . Discord link: https://discord.gg/Vx9zZqB5Ny Donations: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau https://www.patreon.com/camillejuteau If you have any question or hate mail: seishihentai@gmail.com Thank you for all the awesome feedback.

The tale begins in a divine realm, where three deities—Kokou, Plutonia, and Ra—are mourning a tragic event that occurred three million years ago, an event that still weighs heavily on them. This mysterious tragedy has left the gods and demons divided, with many harboring hatred and regret. In the mortal realm, the story shifts to the Omi Kingdom, where two young brothers, Kor and Gor Kindel, are being prepared for a brutal test of strength by their cold and ruthless father, Bale Kindel. The test, resulted in Kor sacrificing himself to save Gor, triggering Gor's despair and awakening a cursed power within him. In another place Thia Leye, a young girl from a small village who, after witnessing the brutal death of her family and being captured by slavers, summons a dark curse in a desperate bid to survive. Meanwhile, in the Wize Kingdom, Prince Kin Orun struggles with his responsibilities and the betrayal of his step-uncle, who seizes the throne. The once-pampered prince is forced to flee into the desert, where he faces the harsh realities of life and ended up awakening an equally insidious curse as the previous two. The story intertwines these characters' fates, as they each grapple with their own battles, both internal and external, against forces far greater than themselves. As they confront their destinies, the lines between gods, demons, and mortals blur, leading to a climactic confrontation where the true nature of power, revenge, and redemption is revealed.

He's done it. The hero Has slain the Demon lord, won the heart of the princess, and the Kingdom of Ether is saved. The question is... What does he do now? Follow Foster as he navigates a rocky political landscape, mourns his losses, and searches for his new purpose in life. This novel will contain some explicit scenes, but they will be few and far between and will NOT be the core aspect of the series. If you are looking for smut, look elsewhere.

In a world where the strong reign and the weak are left behind, Riven is nothing more than an afterthought—a boy overshadowed by his powerful allies, mocked for his insignificance. Yet, beneath his seemingly ordinary exterior lies a strength he dares not unleash. When a devastating battle sends him plummeting into a forbidden land where no one survives, his allies mourn his death, believing their weakest link is gone forever. But Riven’s fall is only the beginning. Rescued by a mysterious figure, he endures a year of relentless training, forced to confront the truth about himself, his power, and the unseen forces shaping his destiny. Now, when his friends stand on the brink of destruction, Riven returns—not as the weakling they once knew, but as a force beyond their comprehension. The world will soon learn that the boy they overlooked is the one who will burn through the shadows and reshape their fate. But will his newfound strength be enough to stand against the unseen forces pulling the strings from the dark? The battle for survival has begun. And in the end, only ashes will remain.

Chen Xu lost his computer, so he came up with an idea. He took a thick sheet of paper and wrote the following message in bold, fade-resistant black ink: "To my descendants, I am your ancestor Chen Xu. The time now is September 1, 2006, 12:07 PM Beijing time. Today, your ancestor has encountered the most dismal moment of my life… On the very first day of my university semester, my laptop, worth 8,000 yuan, was stolen. If you are one of my descendants, please do something for your ancestor. If your era has already invented the legendary time machine, then send a laptop to me in my current time. The address is Dormitory 207, Building 14, Hexie University, XX City, XX Province." One minute later, a computer from the future fell from the sky… This book is filled with vibrant campus life, spirited and beautiful girls, those unforgettable and brilliant memories, and that golden era of our lives.

The world plunged into an abyss of chaos after the desperate experiment of a brilliant scientist, whose desire to elevate humanity to perfection collapsed under the weight of her own ambition. Instead of infinite energy, her legacy was a primordial and indomitable force: Magic. What was born as a promise of progress became the veil that separated the privileged from the forgotten, transforming social inequality into an unbridgeable chasm between those chosen by power and those condemned to obscurity. In the slums of Soraoka, where hope is a rare currency, Satsu, a young man who drags himself through the dark alleys between hunger and humiliation, sees the Brotherhood of the Phoenix as his only escape. Being an adventurer is not only a chance to survive, but to exist in a world that insists on erasing him. Until, amidst the blood and mourning of a personal tragedy, something awakened within him: a mysterious Level-Up System. This is not just a story of tireless struggles and level-ups. It is a cracked mirror of our own daily struggles... the flames of injustice that consume the invisible, the monsters that inhabit the alleys of the soul, and the question that echoes in Satsu's cold nights — "To what extent can I become a monster to protect the one I love?". Meanwhile, amidst the rubble of a broken world, a romance blossoms timidly... is there still love in a world of pure... CHAOS? Love comes late, don't expect anything in the first chapters, our stories are not a blink of an eye but a ladder that is built level by level. Satsu's path is paved with impossible choices: sacrifice her innocence to defy the gods of a corrupt system, or bow to the contempt of those at the top. Each step forward reveals the hidden cost of power — and who will pay the bill. What would you do if the only way to save your world was to lose yourself in it? Find out here.

Rated R and I ask please do not read this if you are under 18. I'm considering rating for 21 and older. Can she maintain peace, balance family power, and face a foe that also is none other than her own creation? The Phoenix Daughter follows the lives of one of the daughters of the Phoenix family ☆☆☆ Spoilers and No Context Spoilers ☆☆☆ Bei Zhen's body lay still, too still, I rush forward to his side and discover a large hole in his chest. With my magic sense I find no trace of his souls only a whisper of his primordial soul is traceable. +++++++++++++++^~^+++++++++++++++++++ Nian Bai Miao's souls begin to seep from her body but as quickly as possible an old fox appears. Uncle Ye arrives and takes a moment to talk to Nian Bai Miao. He does something with a pill that he shoves into Nian Bai Miao's mouth and out of everyone's view he pulls out Nian Bai Miao's tattered primary souls and her remaining shadow. He makes a gruff sound and pulls out a soul jar. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Nai Jun's face softens as he watches me lead three children towards him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He Zhen watches as I guide our small Tuoba Xing Ke in the steps of the nine star martial skill. °•°•°•°•°☆°•°•°•°•°▪︎°•°•°•°•°•°•°☆°•°•°•°• I watch my children happily chatter amongst themselves as I enter my second rebirth. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ The soul of the Seventh King of Hell shields me and my children from the attacks of the Faeries and those from the Demon Realm. 《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》 Nian Bai Miao dies and the Heavens mourn her death for ten lunar years. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ The Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Enpress pour half of their lives cultivation into the Tian sword. The Tizn sword is a sword forged in the iceiest fires of the Heavens, quenched in the water from clouds of Kunlun mountain, hardened in the secret forge of Hell, blessed by the most powerful Faeries, and a jade hilt crafted by the Emperor Dao Zheng Si the first mortal man to reach and reject immortality. This sword crafted by all the Realms would surely be a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands and a great protection in the right hands.

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] I was never meant to be important. In the grand tale of fate, I was just another extra—a nameless face in the crowd, a fleeting existence in a world ruled by heroes and legends. No prophecy spoke of me. No gods granted me favor. I lived in the background, unnoticed, insignificant. And when I died? No one mourned. No one remembered. But fate, it seems, had other plans. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the afterlife. I was here—reborn in the same world, the same story. A familiar body, a familiar face. Still an extra. Still a nobody. Or so I thought. Then it happened. A whisper in my blood, a trick of the light, a shift in reality that only I could see. The bloodline of Lokharn, the Trickster God, had awakened within me. The world still saw me as nothing, but I knew the truth. I was a hidden card in the game of fate. A piece the gods themselves had overlooked. And soon? They would regret it.

Stepping into a bizarre and terrifying world, the collection of short and eerie films is sure to bring you an unprecedented unique experience! There is a mournful cry that comes from the gloomy ancient mansion every full moon, as if hiding a tragic past that has been sealed by time; On the midnight bus, under dim lights, the driver's blank face without any facial features, as well as the passengers' eyes oozing black slime, were accompanied by unknown fear.

When Violet Rowe accepts a tutoring position at the grand yet isolated Halloway estate, she expects a quiet job teaching the youngest siblings, Clara and Theodore. Instead, she steps into a house haunted by the shadows of its past—whispers of a family tragedy, cold gazes from the remaining heirs, and a lingering sense that something is terribly wrong. Two years ago, Lysandra Halloway was found dead in her bedroom—murdered, the family claims, by an intruding burglar. Shortly after, Eleanor Halloway, the children's mother, wasted away from grief. Yet as Violet settles into the mansion, she notices something unsettling: no one speaks of the deceased with love. There is no mourning, only an eerie absence of sorrow. Theodore, ever the devoted brother, is protective of Clara—too protective. Clara, fragile and anxious, seems burdened by a secret too heavy to bear. Felix and Everett, the older brothers, are aloof, always watching but never saying too much. Ophelia, sharp-tongued and temperamental, treats the past as a nuisance best forgotten. And Augustus Halloway, the formidable head of the family, warns Violet to keep her curiosities in check. But as Violet begins to notice strange behaviors, unspoken tensions, and gaps in the family's carefully told history, she realizes the Halloways are hiding something. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because in this house, the past never stays buried. And someone is watching.

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

September 9th, 2023. A large black sphere manifested in the skies above all across the world. No one knows how it happened or the underlying causes of it, but one thing is certain: it marked the beginning of the end. One by one, human's began to awaken supernatural abilities, a new source of energy had come into existence on earth. People's bodies became catalysts for this newly discovered energy, especially those who awoke these abilities. Unfortunately for the Human's, it wasn't just their faction which was awakening these abilities. The Vampires to awakened. Feeling threatened by the new power that the humans would have whilst also feeling confident in the new strengths of their own... The vampire's decided to wage war on the humans. Our protagonist, Xavier Trigger, a young college student, was one of the many civilians who were caught in the middle of this war completely unaware of what was going on. , [You have died.] An inexplainable notification message occupied the entirety of "MC's" vision [Skill: Rewind has activated.] 'What's... Happening to me...?' [Level 1: Return.] "Hah... Hah... Hah..." He panted heavily as his eyes drifted open.

Ciel. A boy with extraordinary abilities. Born and raised in the kingdom of dragons. A kingdom where your standing depended on your power. Not much different from many other kingdoms, but with the symbol of their power being dragons, they believed to be the chosen ones. Ceasar Skye. The current king. Sought to dominate the eastern continent with power and fear alone. They stood at the top of the 10 powers of the eastern continent. Unsatisfied by that, Ceasar Skye chose to actively begin invisible wars. Wanting to cause a crisis where he could gain more land, money, and power. With the selection of the candidate system, Ceasar began to find powerful and unique women in order to give birth to someone who can fight his wars. A pawn for him to use. After dozens of years had passed, there were many children who sought to become a candidate successor in the royal Skye family. Many children were born with incredible talents and began leading the invisible wars and proving their worth to their father, however, that didn’t last long. One day Ceasar met a woman who he truly loved. The last of his many wives. A woman with a weak but rare ability. A unique ability to use Alm to control water. A godsent ability with the power to rule over all the other elements and non-elements. On the contrary to the power of her abilities, she had a weak and frail body. She couldn’t fight and her power was only used for parlor tricks. However, because of the rare ability, everyone wanted her. And Ceasar Skye, the king of the kingdom of dragons, fell in love for the first time. Several years passed and two children were born. Ciel and Cece Skye. Two children who showed amazing physical prowess when it came to playing and besting those above their age group. But because of her weak body, the mother died while giving birth to Cece, the second child. With a broken heart and a twisted mind, Ceasar went to meet the children of the only woman he ever loved. Being the ruler he was, he rarely met with his children and only gave orders via others. He was a cold and calculating man who learned loss for the first time. He wanted to mourn the death of his beloved by killing the ones responsible for causing her body to deteriorate. He wanted to kill the children. But as soon as he met them, he changed his mind. They were the spitting image of his beloved. He couldn’t go through with it. So instead, he protected them. For the first time in his life, he wanted to protect something more than his pride. That’s where this story begins. The story of the most powerful human to have ever been born. Gifted with two elements and the blessings of multiple dragons, he embarks on a journey to learn about the world.

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.

On a night of fire and betrayal, the kingdom's capital burns as treachery tightens its grip. Prince Thorven, son of King Eldric, watches in horror as his father is slain, a traitor’s dagger buried deep in his chest. The city falls to enemy forces, and Thorven stands on the brink of defeat. But death will not claim him—not yet. With the aid of his loyal friend Garan and a handful of warriors, Thorven flees through secret tunnels, escaping the city that was once his home. Though his heart demands vengeance, he knows survival is the only path to reclaiming his throne. Northward they ride, seeking refuge among old allies, pursued relentlessly by the enemy's assassins. The journey is perilous—merciless winter, dwindling supplies, and the ever-present shadow of death test Thorven’s strength. But he is no longer merely a prince mourning his lost kingdom. He is a ghost in the darkness, a blade yet to strike. When the first great battle erupts in the heart of the forest, Thorven proves he is not a fallen heir but a storm of reckoning. His oath is clear: “They believe they have won. But I will return. And they will never sleep in peace again.” Thus begins Thorven’s path—a road paved with blood, pain, and the unrelenting thirst for vengeance. His war has only begun…

Emilia Yoon, mourning her mother's death, finds solace on a beach one morning, catching the eye of artist James Kim. Captivated, he secretly sketches her and leaves her the drawing, thinking their paths won't cross again. Fate intervenes one night, bringing them together unexpectedly. As their connection deepens, they navigate grief, love, and life's unpredictability together. *Updated every Thursday evening*

The Earth tremble as if the heavens themselves mourn. The sky, torn and bleeding with streaks of crimson and gold, bore witness to the moment the world began to unravel. Amidst the chaos, a figure stood at the edge of a shattered cliff, their silhouette etched against the dying light. Breathing deeply, they whispered, “This is the end.” The Earth beneath them cracked, pulling cities into the abyss, but they stood tall, their eyes locked on the storm gathering above. This was where it all began and where it would end—at Skyfall, the place where worlds collided, where bonds were forged, and where destiny would be decided. “Let the sky fall,” they murmured, their voice resolute as they turned to the shadows rising behind them. “When it crumbles, we will stand tall. Together.” And as the storm surged, swallowing the light, they leaped into the abyss, knowing they would either reshape fate—or be swept away by it. ---

THE TRAGIC, GLORIOUS, AND ABSURD DEATH OF COLL APSI: A NATIONAL DISASTER OR A BLESSING IN DISGUISE? By: A Reporter Who Was Forced to Write This Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of the internet, and all the unfortunate souls who have nothing better to do than read this article—today, we gather to mourn (or mock) the untimely demise of Coll Apsi, the so-called "number one pro-gamer" of Yggdrasil Online. Yes, you heard that right. The man who dedicated his life to clicking buttons faster than the rest of us has finally clicked his last. How did it happen, you ask? Was it a tragic accident? A conspiracy? Perhaps the government finally decided to tax gamers for their virtual wealth? No, dear readers. The truth is far more poetic. Coll Apsi, a man of legendary skill but questionable life choices, was found dead in his apartment. His cause of death? A brain shock caused by excessive stimulation. A poetic way of saying that his brain literally couldn’t handle his own awesomeness. Some might say it was a divine punishment for spending too much money on in-game cosmetics, while others argue it was simply evolution removing the weak from the gene pool. Now, let’s talk about the crime scene. The authorities found our dear Coll in a rather unique position—doing a full kayang (bridge pose) while his manhood stood at full attention. Some experts suggest this was a final salute to his gacha waifus, while others believe it was a desperate attempt to ascend into another dimension. Either way, it worked. He got isekai’d. Naturally, the news spread faster than government scandals, and soon, the live chat was flooded with reactions that ranged from genuine sadness to absolute degeneracy. Some fans cried out, “Gone too soon!”, while others immediately began making memes about “Coll Apsi’s Final Form.” There was even a small cult forming, claiming that he had achieved true enlightenment and would return as the God of RNG. But let’s not forget the family’s response. In a heartwarming display of motherly affection, Coll’s mother, Madam Apsi, was interviewed and gave a truly tear-jerking statement: "That useless brat! Where’s all his money?! I raised a son, not a broke corpse!" Indeed, it turns out that despite being a top-tier professional gamer, Coll Apsi somehow managed to spend every single penny he earned on loot boxes, NFTs, and premium battle passes. A true financial mastermind. The government’s tax department, upon realizing there was nothing left to seize, immediately lost interest in the case. And if you thought that was the end of it—oh no. Even game developers and corporations had something to say. The official Yggdrasil Online Twitter account posted a heartfelt message: "Rest in peace, Coll Apsi. May your soul continue to grind in another world." Meanwhile, other game developers jumped on the opportunity, releasing limited-time Coll Apsi tribute skins priced at a very respectful 99.99 dollars. Nothing honors the dead like capitalism, after all. But perhaps the most unexpected response came from a national agency, which, in a rare moment of self-awareness, tweeted: "We have reviewed the case and can confirm that Coll Apsi’s death was indeed NOT a government operation. If we were responsible, we assure you it would have looked like a normal heart attack." Ah, government transparency at its finest. Of course, conspiracy theories began to spread. Some claimed that Coll had unlocked the secrets of the universe, while others believed he was assassinated by a rival esports team. There was even one theory suggesting that he had successfully hacked the afterlife, leading to an emergency server maintenance in heaven.