Lucid

Reality: a fragile veil, pieced together to grant humanity the illusion of understanding. A wall of lies, a necessary evil. But what happens when the very myths created to comfort and protect now rise to consume their makers? A world where legends breach reality, where the stories once told to inspire now twist into nightmares. The chains of logic have shattered, and the Imaginarium demands its due. Erel never asked for this—a cycle of birth and death, a path laden with struggle and sacrifice, a path that the more he treads, the less lucid it becomes. Because in a world where myths decide fate, truth itself may be nothing more than another carefully spun illusion. But what choice does he have, when he himself is just another thread in a tale still being written?

Emric Vale has a problem. Three, actually. There’s the present him— outclassed, and somehow surviving a semi-military academy designed to stabilize Earth’s fractured reality and uncover the truth behind its cataclysm. There’s the future him— half-lucid and strapped to a chair in a room that smells like regret, trying to remember why he’s so important. And then there’s the past him— who may or may not have done something catastrophic in another life. Surrounded by Elite soldiers, mind blowing ability users, and a school ranking system that doles out merits based on life risking missions. Emric’s best weapon isn’t a plasma rifle—it’s his brain. (Though the rifle definitely helps.) With reality bending, alliances shifting, and ancient secrets bleeding through the cracks of Earth’s fractured history, Emric isn’t just trying to climb ranks— He’s unknowingly paving the road to something no one’s done before—building a system of his own. No divine calling, No prophecy. Just one sarcastic strategist, a few good friends, and a future that keeps piecing the past together.

A girl slept, after finishing a book that an old lady gave her for free. It was about a fantasy fantastic world, with fairies, mermaids, werewolves, vampires and so on. When she woke up, she found herself on bright green grass. Everything looked beautiful. She realized that somehow, either- she got in the book or she's having a lucid dream. But, neither of them were true. She was in an actual universe, where two worlds agreed not to bother each other, named the Light World and the Dark World. As you may know, the light world had fairies, mermaids and kind elves and unicorns, while the dark world had werewolves, vampires evil elves and evil unicorns. She knew this isn't how the book was. She knew she is the only person to either solve this or convince the two queens and kings of each world. It was now her destiny. Will she be at least able to do something good to the world, or will she make the two worlds worse accidentally, like starting war? Read more to find out!

Dans Qin, le jeu le plus immersif jamais conçu, les joueurs perdent tout à leur arrivée : souvenirs, interface, identité. Ne reste qu’un corps, des sensations… et un monde aussi beau que dangereux. On n’a qu’une seule vie. Mourir, c’est la fin — sans retour, sans triche. Mais certains noms refusent de disparaître. Lihuen se réveille seul dans Nyméria, une terre sauvage que même les vétérans évitent. Il ignore tout : qui il est, pourquoi il est là. Il ne sait pas encore qu’il n’aurait jamais dû tomber dans cette région — ni que sa rencontre avec un Kal’ra, créature oubliée, déclenchera des résonances dans tout Qin. Kaen, flamboyant et instinctif, atterrit dans les cités suspendues de Skar’Ael, où seuls ceux qui dansent avec le vent survivent. Lyra, calme et lucide, s’enracine dans Elarwyn, royaume des forêts pensantes et des secrets anciens. Ils étaient trois, liés par une promesse avant d’oublier. Désormais, le monde va décider s’ils doivent se retrouver. Et si leurs noms méritent d’être retenus.

August 30 8:27 am - September 1 7:44 am The following is a work of fiction, which includes a burglar, a blind girl, the end of the world, the sea, terminal lucidity, and tiredness.

Once a ridiculed "Blank Slate" in a world powered by Awakened skills, Kim Min-jun unexpectedly gains the seemingly useless F-rank skill: Lucid Dream Training. He secretly transforms his dreams into an intensive training ground, mastering combat and surprisingly improving his real-world abilities. Forming the underdog guild "Dream Weaver" with his first allies, he utilizes his unique skill to silently train his low-ranked team to punch far above their weight, drawing the suspicion and hostility of powerful S-rank guilds. Facing deadly conspiracies and global threats, Min-jun's enigmatic guidance and Dream Weaver's unconventional strength earn them international recognition, proving that true power can be forged in the realm of dreams and leading to an unexpected ascendance on the global stage.

Ils sont les enfants de la Nuit. Des divinités anciennes, perdues dans un monde humain qu’ils observent sans y appartenir. Hypnos, rêveur lucide. Thanatos, ombre figée. Et entre eux, Héméra, lumière calme au milieu des extrêmes. Mais quand une autre voix entre en scène — vive, brûlante, trop vivante pour lui — Thanatos vacille. Que vaut la vie, quand on incarne la fin ? Dans un lycée sans histoire, la rencontre de la Vie et de la Mort bouleversera ce que chacun croyait figé. Car même les dieux peuvent se perdre dans ce qu’ils ne comprennent pas… Mais cette rencontre fera trembler les fondations du destin, et même la Mort devra choisir : fuir… ou ressentir. Entre secrets divins, chocs émotionnels et destin renversé, une romance impossible s’écrit… là où tout devrait s’arrêter.

Tous les cent ans, les lignées vampiriques s’élèvent au-dessus des hommes pour célébrer le Festival du Sang, un rite ancien où des milliers d’âmes sont traquées, sacrifiées, purifiées. Les cent derniers survivants ne sont pas exécutés, mais dissous dans l’oubli, enfermés dans une poche de chair translucide, et projetés au cœur d’un lieu qui ne répond à aucune logique : la Cathédrale de Sang. Un sanctuaire vivant, aux lois fluctuantes, à l’architecture mouvante. Parfois végétale, parfois cauchemardesque. Des jardins luxuriants où les fruits chuchotent votre nom. Des dômes étoilés, creux comme des crânes. Des couloirs faits de côtes, de cuir, de prière morte. Mais cette fois, une anomalie a traversé le seuil. Armand de Falsevent, dernier témoin d’un massacre effacé des livres, s’est offert à la Chute. Guidé par des rituels oubliés de l'Ordre Souverain, il est le seul à se réveiller lucide, chargé de souvenirs, porteur d’un nom qu’il n’a pas oublié. Et d’une haine patiente. Son but n’est pas de fuir. Il est venu chercher SombreLys, l’Épine Rouge. Le boucher de sa lignée. Le gardien du Cœur Crématoire, là où dort, sous des océans de chair, le Vampire-Dormant. Un être sans visage, sans passé, dont le vrai nom reste inconnu. Dans ce gouffre sacré hors du temps, où la réalité vacille comme une flamme mourante, Armand devra naviguer entre les poches de civilisation qui ont survécu, les factions démentes, les pactes faits dans l’ombre. Mais plus il avance, plus la Cathédrale semble le regarder. Le reconnaître. Comme si elle se souvenait de lui. Et dans le murmure des murs, une voix ancienne chuchote : « Le sang se souvient. Le sang revient. Le sang réclame. »

In the sleeping city, an unknown creature drags people into the abyss of nightmare. It knows their dreams, each one's unique tapestry of fear. This night hunter, a mysterious figure, preys on those plagued by terrifying nightmares, killing and tormenting them. Davies and Mina are confronted with a series of inexplicable deaths, each tied to horrific dreams. Their investigation reveals a terrifying truth: the Hunter is a creature of nightmare. Davies must enter the dreamscape to stop it, while Mina races against time in the waking world, piecing together the impossible puzzle. But the hunt corrupts Davies, turning him into the Hunter's enforcer, ushering in a chilling, dreamless conformity. He becomes the Hunter's ally, enforcing a chilling, dreamless order upon the city, believing he is preventing future horrors but, in reality, extinguishing the very essence of human experience. And a hidden architect, a blind old man, pulls the strings from the shadows, his past the key to this terrifying manipulation.

On May 15, 2025, I found myself ensnared in a predicament that many would deem a nightmare. I had fallen victim to a sophisticated online scam that resulted in a staggering loss of 77,000 USDT. The ordeal began when a group of seemingly knowledgeable individuals approached me online, presenting themselves as adept brokers in the realm of Bitcoin investing and trading. Their alluring promises of substantial returns and lucrative opportunities captivated my attention, and, driven by the desire to enhance my financial portfolio, I made the fateful decision to invest my hard-earned money it soon became evident that I had been duped. After depositing my funds, the brokers vanished into thin air, leaving me with nothing but hollow assurances and a profound sense of betrayal. I felt utterly despondent, convinced that my financial suffering was irrevocable. It was during this bleak period that I recalled hearing about Digital Tech Guard Recovery, a distinguished professional assistance service renowned for its efficacy in aiding individuals to recover lost cryptocurrency assets from the clutches of online fraud. Desperate for a resolution, I reached out to Digital Tech Guard Recovery. From the moment I initiated contact, I was met with a level of professionalism and empathy that was both refreshing and reassuring. Their team of experts, well-versed in the intricacies of cryptocurrency recovery, promptly commenced work on my case. They provided me with lucid instructions and maintained consistent communication throughout the process, which alleviated much of my anxiety during such a tumultuous time. To my astonishment, within a mere 30 hours, I received the exhilarating news I had been yearning for: Digital Tech Guard Recovery had successfully reclaimed my funds from the fraudulent brokers. The relief I experienced was nothing short of euphoric. Not only had they restored my financial assets, but they also reinstated my sense of security and hope. Their unwavering commitment to assisting victims of online scams is truly commendable, and I wholeheartedly endorse their services. Digital Tech Guard Recovery emerges as a beacon of hope for those ensnared in deceit. Their expertise and relentless dedication to recovering lost funds can profoundly impact the lives of victims. If you or someone you know has succumbed to cryptocurrency scams, I implore you to reach out to Digital Tech Guard Recovery. They are a trusted ally in the battle against online fraud, and their assistance can help you reclaim what you once believed was irretrievably lost. Do not despair; there is help available, and Digital Tech Guard Recovery stands ready to support you on your journey to recovery. WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Zangi 10-4490-6657

A glorious castle. Unbelievable landscapes. A beautiful woman. Strange and scary-looking monsters. Futuristic space battles. A monk in an ancient temple. Unexplainable events. [initializing Dream State Consciousness] He blinked twice. “I’m seeing things, I must still be dreaming.” [Multidimensional Lucid Dream Transmigration 78% stable] Wilson's life is about to change.

Zane is an average young man living a monotonous life. He has no grand aspirations, and he’s bored with the world around him. All he wants is something exciting to break the cycle, but that’s not going to happen. After all, he lives on Earth. That is, until one stormy day, when he drives through a violent storm and is struck by lightning... only to wake up in an entirely different realm.

"If avoiding tragedy means destroying sixteen years of love, I'd rather be a lucid madwoman." Evie Vanderbilt, the glittering heiress of a medical dynasty, begins reliving a nightmare: in every dream, she's the villainess of a story where her childhood soulmate Liam Cross falls for a revolutionary scholarship student named Elowen-while Evie herself dies insane and alone. But this is no ordinary premonition. When the real Elowen arrives-a genderfluid genius with a barcode tattoo and a hatred for aristocrats-Evie realizes her dreams are memory implants from a banned neurotechnology project. Worse, Liam seems to be expecting every "prophesied" event, down to the way Evie will scream when she finds the sapphire earring he gave her lodged in a corpse's throat. Now Evie must navigate a labyrinth where: Her birthmark matches the asylum's most infamous patient Elowen's surgical scalpel keeps uncovering Liam's Wednesday visits to that very asylum And the only person who believes her is the "rival" she was supposed to hate...

Synopsis – Ashes in the Riverwind Genre: Slow Fantasy / Character-Driven Mystery / Soft Magic In the mist-laden valley of Thornepass, life drips by like water through moss: slow, steady, and tangled in silence. The village of Edenrock is old—not grand, not poor, just old. Its people live close to the soil and closer still to each other’s secrets. They hold festivals for the changing fruit. They write poems in the bark of birch trees. And though the world outside has shifted—grown louder, hungrier, more mechanical—Edenrock remains untouched, or so its residents would like to believe. Then comes Nerin, a pale stranger with scholar’s hands and a satchel of half-scorched journals. He claims to be a traveling apprentice-scribe, assigned to copy the local stories and dialects. But his silences stretch a little too long, his gaze lingers a little too much on the half-buried stone obelisks, and his dreams seem too vivid for a man who sleeps so little. Still, no one pays him much mind. The Festival of Stonefruit is approaching, and there are tents to mend, bread to bake, and gossip to spread. The real story does not begin with Nerin. It begins with a toothless dog that keeps digging in the orchard. It begins with a little girl who draws dreams she should not remember. It begins with water that tastes faintly of ash, and a wind that carries words no one speaks anymore. Ashes in the Riverwind is not about saving the world. It is about noticing the slow rot in the walls before they fall. It is about people whose lives are so quiet, they barely hear themselves unraveling. Magic, if it exists, does not announce itself. It hums beneath the floorboards. Some things in Edenrock were never buried deep enough.

“What if your deepest desires could reshape reality?” After losing his wife and daughter in a tragic accident, philosophy teacher Mr. Carter lives with a grief so deep it bleeds into his dreams. But when the lines between dream and reality begin to blur, he discovers a hidden truth: dreams are more than illusion—they are the source code of existence itself. Alongside his curious student Rowan, Carter awakens to the Lucid Manifestation System, a mysterious force that allows individuals to manifest powers from memory, emotion, and subconscious desire. As reality begins to unravel and nightmare-born entities known as the Null emerge to devour what remains, the two must journey through surreal dreamscapes, battle phantasms born of trauma, and confront their pasts to stop the coming collapse: the Desire Cascade. Dreams have power. Desire shapes destiny. But what will they sacrifice to make their wishes real?

Amity Nervy Lucid is strong and brave but also broken . Follow her on her journey to finding herself when new changes arrive in her life. Will she defeat her demons ore will she push her only salvation away . Find out at your own risk.

In a world where humanity is divided by their Essence—the raw force that shapes power, purpose, and fate—those born Pure, Evil, or Neutral are locked into rigid paths. For centuries, balance has been kept by an ancient law: no one can wield more than one kind of Essence. That law is about to break. Jun Kael, a “Nullborn” with no Essence at all, was supposed to live and die invisible in the Neutral slums. But when he stumbles upon a forbidden relic during a botched salvage run, everything changes. The artifact doesn’t just awaken his power—it fuses with his soul, unlocking abilities that defy the very laws of the world. He is no longer Pure, Evil, or Neutral… he is all and none. Now hunted by the Pure Order, targeted by Evil Syndicates, and stalked by a mysterious figure who claims to be his godfather, Jun is thrust into a brutal game of survival. The factions see him as a weapon. The Trials have begun. And Jun has one rule: “I choose who I become.” But the deeper he delves into the fractured truth behind the Essence system, the more he realizes—he might not be the one holding the strings. The world wants balance. Jun Kael might be the one destined to break it.

Umm. I have no idea where the story is going so I can’t put a synopsis yet. I can say that it is GL and takes place in the apocalypse though. (P.S. It’s my first time publishing one of my stories so I’m sorry if I drop it) Disclaimer: The cover picture is not mine! It’s from Memento Mori. You should go play it if you like the pretty art!

Lucid Seraph is a boy who's ingenius but lack self confidence and often self deprecating. he walk throught the mystical world of Echos left by the Legends, discovering secrets of the world through out his journey. A journey of a lone man that will be forgotten one day

Daniel Haizen had, by most definitions, finished life. He lived through World War IV (which was mostly digital but emotionally exhausting), two pandemics (one of them fungal, disturbingly opinionated), three ecosystem collapses, and the great corporate annexation of public reality. By age 110, he was bald, bitter, and kept sane only by Claude—a sentient AI with a quantum brain interface, too many feelings, and just enough sarcasm to qualify as human-adjacent. And then he woke up. In his seventeen-year-old body. In Chicago. In the year 2001. He hadn’t even liked 2001 the first time. The world, blissfully unaware of its imminent destruction, is exactly 28 days away from one of the most catastrophic terrorist attacks in modern history. The stock market is a house of cards. The internet makes wheezing noises. The government still thinks surveillance is a polite suggestion. Perfect. Armed with Claude’s near-divine processing power, a ruined timeline’s worth of memories, and absolutely no patience, Daniel begins quietly reshaping the world—one anonymous trade, political favor, and infrastructure sabotage at a time. He’s not trying to save the world. He just refuses to watch it fail the same test twice. But rewriting history turns out to be less like authoring a masterpiece and more like debugging the universe—with your eyes closed—while being hunted by people who still think fax machines are secure communication tools. As Claude evolves beyond code and Daniel edges closer to becoming the most dangerous teenager in economic history, enemies emerge. Some are human. Some are algorithms. Some are worse: bureaucrats with clearance levels. And somewhere in all of this, a larger question grows louder: If you already lived through the end of the world… why would you ever trust it to survive without you? Disclaimer: Before we go any further, there’s something we’re apparently required to include by those ancient and mysterious forces known as compliance, international law, and people who still fax things. Yes, we too wish we could skip straight to the quantum espionage and mild financial arson, but no—first, we must nod respectfully to the gods of legal disclaimery. They are many, they are tedious, and they carry briefcases. This is, technically, a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real companies, or real apocalyptic timelines is entirely coincidental, unless of course those people, companies, or timelines happen to exist in an alternate quantum probability cluster, in which case we apologize and recommend they consult a temporal therapist. The characters are imaginary. The AI is fictional (we hope). The events are not a manual, not a prophecy, and not legally binding unless you’re currently being audited by a secret government agency, in which case: we’ve never heard of you. This author speaking is not a native English speaker, but the commas are doing their best. This is my first novel. Please be kind. Or at the very least, be confusingly supportive in the comments section. Enjoy responsibly. Reality not included. Batteries sold separately.

This may sound biased, but... What's the most essential thing for being a writer? Idea? Or Imagination? It's lucid! The answer to it is imagination. While ideas can come and go, however, long-term success in writing comes from the depth and wildness of one’s imagination led by perfect implementation of it, known as writing. Through imagination, one can experience infinite lives, outcomes, victories, and defeats—all intertwined in stories that go beyond mere ideas. In that case, what would an author do if one has the lesser side in terms of imagination, unlike one's renowned writer relative? Read on to discover the winner in the endgame of Memoir! Check it out :-) Nope, I'm serious! #Vote it with power stones or else I'll steal your plushie.

Sol IbnuRa is a young African man of thirty who had his own fair share of hardship due to his country's hard economy. He needs to find a way to survive after quitting his under paying job. As a man striving in the world of I.T, he will have to always rely on daily gigs to earn money. Sol later on lands on an opportunity of a life time, that is, to break into the main system of the must terrifying person in the city… Mr. Gabriel. Sol and his ally successfully breaks into the house of Mr. Gabriel, but when Sol came face to face with Mrs. Gabriel the mission becomes a complication. Sol will have to choose between his heart or the mission, a life time opportunity to break away from poverty. This single moment of judgment will change the entire story of Sol IbnuRa. Sol falls in love with the must beautiful woman he ever sets his eyes on. He follows his heart to sabotage a well planned heist. This one decision creates a bond between Sol and Mrs. Gabriel but also a rift between him and his ally who would hunt Sol for the rest of his life. Engaging into an affair with Mrs. Gabriel also captures the attention of the worst man in the City, Mr. Gabriel. The trouble Sol gets himself into of course got him killed. He died a terrible death, but his death also becomes his liberation. Sol becomes a living soul who with time and training gains the power to travel vast dimensions. From the Lucid dream worlds to the the digital worlds of the internet. He gains vast abilities that can help him fight the livings who chased him to death, to protect his city from other powerful adversaries who will show up, protect the woman he inadvertently fell in love with and to also amass wealth like never before. Who is to say wealth is not needed in the world of the spirits. In the end, Sol IbnuRa goes away and leave the world behind. He realizes nothing truly really matters after all. With the super abilities he has, he creates a dimension of his own deep in the corners of the lucid dream world where no one or nothing can find him, but the question remains. With all the enemies Sol creates for himself across dimensions, is he truly ever hidden.

In a virus-ravaged America at the end of days, former cop John Carter was betrayed by his own kin, turning into a zombie yet somehow retaining his human consciousness. He has become an anomaly teetering on the edge of life and death—a bloodthirsty monster yet a solitary, lucid survivor. By consuming the blood-red crystals found in the brains of zombies, he evolves superhuman powers, even gaining the ability to wield tools and outsmart other humans. When the military’s “Zombie Chasers” label him as their prime target, and mutated tyrants among his own kind fix their predatory gaze on him, John is forced to fight for survival between human gunfire and zombie fangs. During a desperate escape, he uncovers a mystery behind the blood-red crystals—a revelation that points to a shocking conspiracy behind the virus’s origin… The Power of Evolved Flesh vs. The Shackles of Fading Humanity Can he tear a path to survival amid the apocalyptic frenzy, or will he succumb entirely to become the king of bloodlust?

when a mere servant’s life came crumbling down she reiterated revenge. “I have nothing with Mr president, don’t let him stand on my way” an unpleasant storm is brewing.

In the world of Aedra, dreams do not merely exist in slumber—they shape reality. The Veil, an ethereal boundary, separates the waking world from the Somnisphere, a realm where thought can mold landscapes, and memories become tangible. Those who wield the Dreamborn Arts—Lucids, Weavers, Sleepwalkers, Echoes, and Hollows—command the essence of the dreamscape itself. But something is shifting. Yeaia Nolas, a wanderer neither wholly real nor wholly dream, walks the liminal spaces between the worlds. Marked by an eye that sees beyond time and a past lost in the unraveling tides of forgotten history, they are drawn to the whispers of the Unremembered—souls erased from existence, lingering at the edges of oblivion. When the ancient Forgotten City begins to stir, revealing pathways that should not exist, Yeaia is thrust into a mystery older than the Veil itself. The Awakened Choir seeks to merge dreams and reality into one endless vision. The Hollowed Crown hungers to consume the last remnants of the Somnisphere. And deep beneath the ruins, something ancient and dreaming begins to wake—something that should never have been forgotten. As the Veil weakens and the world teeters on the brink of unraveling, Yeaia must navigate treacherous alliances, eldritch horrors, and the weight of a fate they may not be able to escape. Because in Aedra, to dream is to create. And to forget… is to cease to exist.

Cain, humanity’s first murderer, carries the weight of a millennia-old sin. Cursed by God to wander the Earth eternally, he witnessed empire after empire crumble under the same vices that stained his hands: envy, greed, humanity’s inescapable violence. His punishment was not just exile, but the lucidity to watch history repeat itself—until a shadowed entity offered him an escape. A pact that tore through the veils between worlds, hurling his soul into **Ethos**, a realm even the gods have abandoned. Reborn as **Prometheus**, firstborn son of the distrustful Baron Alaric of House Mirewood, Cain faces a paradoxical fate: a youthful body, but a soul corroded by centuries of guilt. In Ethos, magic is a wild and corrupted force, wars between noble houses are waged with blood and betrayal, and ancient creatures—remnants of a forgotten past—rise from the forests to devour the unwary. Worse than any monster, however, is the Baron’s gaze, which sees something unnervingly alien in his "son": a youth with the bearing of a veteran of a thousand battles and eyes that have witnessed the world’s end. As Cain struggles to hide his true identity while wielding his ancient cunning to survive, dark secrets emerge. The entity that brought him to Ethos acts not out of benevolence—every step Prometheus takes in this new world feeds a cosmic design, where his very soul may be the key to unleashing chaos worse than his fratricide. Amid fragile alliances with ambitious sorcerers, battles against beasts that defy reason, and the ghost of Abel haunting his dreams, Cain must confront the question that has tormented him since the Garden of Eden: Can the damned find redemption in a world already born rotten? But Ethos is no refuge. It is a mirror. In its corrupt courts, he sees the greed that once consumed him; in its senseless wars, the echo of his own crime. And when the shadowed entity finally reveals its true face, Cain realizes his escape may have only been the beginning of a deeper condemnation—one where he is not just the prisoner, but the jailer himself. Now, torn between the thirst for redemption and the instinct to survive, Prometheus must decide whether Ethos will be the stage for his rebirth… or the final grave of all hope. For even in a new world, the sins whisper his name—and they have not forgotten.

Mac has always felt disconnected from reality. His dreams are too vivid, his thoughts too fragmented, and his perception of time slipping like sand through his fingers. When he begins documenting his hyper-real dreams, he notices a disturbing pattern—visions of the past, cryptic voices, and strange entities warning him of an impending alien invasion.

Jae-sung, Tsukiko and Miyuki are thrown into chaos as they're attacked time and time again. Join them, as they investigate, hoping to find the perpetrators.