Consider Midnight Children As A Magical Realist

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

The Tower is a prison. Its prisoner is a dying god. And the sickness that killed it is beginning to leak. Erik Thorne is an accident, a soul from another world, an Anomaly that unravels everything he touches. His friends, the only family he has ever known, are becoming living weapons, twisted by his very existence. To save them, he must lead them into the Tower: a sentient, broken machine that knows him, and responds with hostile, unpredictable logic. Within its walls, truth is a lie and history is more real than the stones beneath their feet. As they climb, they uncover a war older than any kingdom, a war against the endless, silent void waiting at the end of all stories. To save the world, Erik must find a weapon; to save his friends, he must find a cure for himself. But what if the only cure is to be unwritten?

An exiled princess, a poisoned husband, and a battle for power—Eirian Soliel refuses to be forgotten, but can she turn a cold marriage into a fiery alliance before it’s too late? First cousin to the King and the darling of the Court of Sorrow, Eirian has spent most of her life indulging all her whims and fantasies under the protection of her royal blood, but when her father’s sudden re-marriage results in a son, she finds herself suddenly shuffled aside. On top of that, her longtime on-and-off romantic partner suddenly betrays her. Instead of proposing to her, he shows up to her birthday ball, married to a low-ranked Lady without a word of warning. Eirian’s life is upended, and her stepmother succeeds in exiling her into an arranged marriage with a general who never leaves the distant borderland. Regimented, completely disinterested in the capitol and the Court, and dying from a poison no one can identify, her new husband would rather continue his simple life with his mistress than welcome his new wife, but Eirian refuses to go down without fight. Determined to make a place for herself if she cannot find one, Eirian finds herself facing an enemy she never expected, and she underestimates her shy, gentle husband. Will the General fall for his vivacious Princess, or will Eirian be set aside again?

This story is about a child who starts his travel from Morocco to Gaza. Why? Just to do what men can't do..

Nine has been freed from one prison just to enter another one. Can she battle her way through a world dominated by vampires to gain her freedom, or will she remained caged forever by her so called rescuers?

Minette thought she'd serve her entire life working as a maid with her mother, but when the King reveals he's her father, she'd quickly crowned the Ninth Princess and offered to neighboring kingdom as a bride! Before she can even get settled into her new role in life, her escort is attacked and she'd ends up lost in the woods only to be saved and left at a mysterious house, filled with divine spirits and occupied by a young half elf man, whose equally surprised to see her. Who saved her? Who is Verk, and is he the key to getting the life she truly wants?

Why not live in illusions when it is better than reality?

A giant tree popped up in the middle of the Atlantic ocean covering the world in a strange new radiation and because of it, people began to change. First, there are the Chosen. These super humans have only slight physical changes and yet can manifest amazing elemental powers. Next, you have the Infected. These humans have experienced large scale body changes which range from animal adaptations to simply grotesque body decomposition. Most are still normal and sane humans who attempt to adapt to life while being shunned by others. There are some however that have grown deranged and think themselves the rulers of the world. Our MC lives a somewhat lonely life while sometimes being accompanied by his rather senile yet kind grandfather. He has no idea where his parents went after they dropped him off a few years ago, so he has no choice but to stay here. He lives by the idea that he should just be air and not be noticed in the slightest. All of this goes ok until things start changing and Laz starts getting dragged around in many different directions. Welcome to a story of Gods, evolution, love, adult situations and basically bringing a bit of eastern fantasy to western civilization. Hope you enjoy the ride.

When Victor opened his eyes, he found himself in a new world — as a Metamorph, a powerful monster species. Now, in a vast land teeming with strange creatures and countless kinds of people, he must learn to survive and grow. As Victor hones his strength, he embarks on a journey of self-discovery, learning what it truly means to become the best version of himself. Amid battles, blood, and hardship, there is always a path forward. Welcome to this magical world.

I’m no hero, no reincarnated prodigy—just a 47-year-old man, a native of Orario, and a long-time member of Ganesha Familia. I’ve seen gods rise, adventurers fall, and promises turn to blood in the dungeon’s dark. This is not a story of chosen ones or meteoric level-ups. It’s a grounded take on Danmachi—where survival means strategy, money can rival strength, and Familia politics are deadlier than monsters. I won’t rush to the bottom of the dungeon. I’ll show how Orario really works. Welcome to the side of Danmachi where reality bites. ———————————————————————————————————— Disclaimer: Danmachi (also known as Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?) is the intellectual property of Fujino Ōmori, SB Creative, and other respective rights holders. I do not own any part of the original series. This fanfiction is a work of passion made for entertainment purposes only. I only claim ownership of the original characters and plot elements I have created specifically for this story.

Two strangers. One late-night message. A game of desire she always controls. When Maya and Leo meet online, it's all fun and flirtation—until two days of silence makes her question everything. But when he returns, so does the tension. What starts as playful texting quickly spirals into a deep, sensual rhythm neither of them expected. Maya sets the pace. Leo tries to keep up. And as the nights go deeper, so do their secrets and cravings. In the dark, behind the screen, they move in perfect sync. A slow-burn, teasing, and powerfully intimate romantic series about control, chemistry, and the connection that keeps you coming back.

Everything has a beginning. Where does a human become human? Is it immediately after they gain sentience, when they begin to have clear memories? Or when they are separated from their mother's body through childbirth? If we dare to ask, we will be met with different answers. Many of them. But before we get to the root of these mysteries, we must first address the fact that the act of questioning actually occurs. In a certain world, there lived a king. In that world, the king's role was not only to rule but also to fight the demons invading his country. At that time, the king traveled near the border to intercept an army of monsters led by the Demon King, so he established his frontline base in a remote village nearby. After slaying dozens of monsters with his own hands, he returned to that village base, the heat of battle still intact. Not wanting to be rude to the king in his path, he attacked and raped one of the village girls who came to him for personal treatment, carried away by the excitement of the battlefield. After the passions had passed and he regained his composure, the king was disillusioned with what he had done. He had poured the royal bloodline, which should be shared only with the chosen, into a peasant woman whose surname was unknown. The king told the village girl not to speak of what happened that night, and that she must never tell anyone about it. If she did, he would have to take his life. After that, he gave her his sword. "If the child grows up and asks about his origins, have him come to me with this sword. Until then, no one will ever know who his father is, not even his son. The qualifications for that must be understood by the child himself!" And that was the beginning. Skillfully utilizing all his closest subjects, the king firmly nurtured the womb of the nameless village girl, and in the tenth month, a strong baby boy was born, while they cleverly concealed the fact of what the king had done to his precious bloodline. ...Unbeknownst to him, this child would become a major figure in the era to come. Twenty years later, having grown up, a boy named Cua would begin his real life in earnest. This is his story. With orders not to reveal his father's name, Cua had to live with abuse as an orphan. The place they lived was a rural village far from the royal capital. After fending off a fierce attack from the demon army once, a second attack never came, and thus the royal army never visited this place again after that incident. However, in this cold yet peaceful village, Cua grew up under the scornful gazes of many. They called his mother a prostitute who gave herself to an unknown man and even became pregnant, and the child she gave birth to was a despicable bastard.

A possibly poor attempt at making a novel for the first time. In general, I'm trying to be realistic, a couple characters are based off of a couple of my friends. As the story goes on, characters can get traumatized, scarred for life, or losing limbs. Some may go insane just by wanting to go home, praying it's all a dream.

Just days before her Long awaited wedding, Emily Westwood discovers her fiancé in bed with her best friend. Heartbroken and devastated, she walks away from everything—into the arms of a mysterious, dangerously powerful stranger. One night. No promises. But when that night turns into an entangled fate, Emily is pulled into a world of secrets, revenge, and a man who just might break her… or rebuild her.

Tales of Midnight A j-novel series blending gothic surrealism with karmic horror. “What you want and what you deserve are rarely the same.” Hidden among the alleyways of forgotten cities, down streets that shouldn’t exist, stands a bodega that only reveals itself to those on the edge—of despair, obsession, or consequence. The shop’s name is never spoken. The only constant is its enigmatic keeper: Mistress Ina, a pale, elegant woman who offers not goods, but bargains. Need to erase a mistake? Want time back? Crave silence, attention, love, revenge? She’ll give you what you ask for… but the cost is always what you never considered. Each episode in Tales of Midnight is a self-contained descent into the eerie, the ironic, and the unseen—where karmic laws override natural ones, and even wishes cast shadows. Featuring twisted fables of lost identities, time devoured, shadows betrayed, and memories rewritten, this series will haunt readers long after the last chime rings. Perfect for fans of: xxxHOLiC The Twilight Zone Petshop of Horrors Psychological horror and magical realism

this is the story of a young boy who went from serving detention to killing magical beasts, enjoy Noah's adventure as he survives the danger of this new world

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )

Samantha has a dark past that she's been running from for years, but when she meets Aiden, the charismatic and powerful alpha of a werewolf pack, she feels like she's finally found a place where she belongs. As she navigates the treacherous politics of the pack and forms an intense bond with Aiden, she thinks she's left her troubled past behind. But everything changes when she meets the brooding and seductive vampire prince, Lucian. Despite knowing that it's dangerous to get involved with a vampire, Samantha can't resist his hypnotic charm and begins a dangerous affair with him. As her feelings for Lucian intensify, she realizes that she's caught in a love triangle between two powerful and deadly creatures. As her dark secrets begin to surface and threaten to tear her world apart, Samantha finds herself drawn deeper into the world of werewolves and vampires. But when Lucian sires her to him, sealing her fate as a vampire, Samantha must make a choice between the two loves of her life, Aiden and Lucian. Will Samantha be able to find her way back to Aiden, the werewolf alpha who first showed her love and acceptance? Or will she choose to embrace her new life as a vampire with Lucian, the seductive and dangerous prince who captivated her heart? The only thing that's certain is that Samantha's journey through love, lust, and dark secrets will change her life forever.

In Vinterhavn, where the midnight sun never sets and the aurora whispers secrets, Eira Solheim carries a forbidden gift: she can hear the voices of the dead in the northern lights. Shunned by her village for her strange affinity, she guards her heart as fiercely as the runes she carves to keep the spirits at bay. When Torin Varg, a brooding wanderer with a shadowed past, arrives seeking a lost relic tied to his family’s curse, their paths collide in a dance of fate. As the endless summer days blur into nights that never darken, Eira and Torin uncover a dangerous truth: the relic could awaken an ancient power that threatens Vinterhavn—and the fragile connection growing between them. Torn between duty and desire, they must decide whether to trust each other or let the whispers of the midnight sun tear them apart. A tale of magic, secrets, and a love that burns brighter than the Arctic sky.

There are places not meant for humans. Places that live in whispers, flicker in dreams, and open only when the world sleeps. They say Velmoire appears after midnight, cloaked in mist, beyond the edge of time itself. A city ruled by moonlight and blood, where mortals are forbidden, and vampires dance in silence. At the heart of this secret realm stands a palace carved from obsidian and shadows — Velmoire Palace. It is not a palace of kings or queens. It is a palace of rules. Of desire. Of secrets too old to be spoken aloud. And at its throne stands a man with eyes like winter, and a heart long buried beneath centuries — Kael Virell, the richest and most feared vampire in Velmoire. The man who has never once smiled for a human. The man who once swore he’d never feel again. Until she stepped into his world. Not with grace. Not with magic. But with chaos. And sarcasm. And a curse in her blood she didn’t even know she carried. Her name was Lyria Moen — and she was never meant to be there. She was not a queen. Not a warrior. Just… a girl with tired shoes and a spine that refused to bend. And yet, the moment she crossed through that elevator, the Palace Beyond Midnight changed. The mirrors whispered. The walls pulsed. The air thickened. Because sometimes, the most dangerous love stories don’t begin with fate. They begin with mistakes. And in Velmoire, Mistakes are not forgiven.

After they gave her an enernity of loyalty she the Beginning of all Concepts Gave her Children a life away from the chains that held her to forge their own DESTINY Now begins the Tales of the children of *** FAIR WARNING I WILL BE FORCACISSING ON LEON so it's more like the Tales of the child of *** but the other one will make an entrance soon (Also I don't use wifi so I will update when I get some data bundles but when I don't have it I will type the chapters in advance.) REALESE WILL BE 3 CHAPTERS A WEEK AND I I OFFLINE I WILL GIVE YOU THE REST WHEN I ONLINE

Some souls never stay buried. And some hearts never forget. Seventeen-year-old Lina Cross never believed in fate—until a strange boy with haunted eyes saves her from a shadow that wasn’t supposed to exist. Adrian isn’t normal. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t age. And he knows things about Lina’s past that she’s never told anyone… things even she doesn’t remember. When a violent creature begins stalking her across the city, Lina is forced into a hidden world of bloodbound oaths, ancient enemies, and cursed memories that stretch across centuries. Adrian claims he’s protecting her. But his silence runs deep—and the way he looks at her feels like a wound trying to heal. As Lina begins to unlock fragments of a life she never lived, she realizes her soul is older than her skin—and so is her connection to Adrian. But falling in love with a vampire already at war with himself might be the most dangerous memory of all. Because in this story, the past isn’t done with them. And midnight always comes slow..

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When a promotion at her corner store job reveals an interdimensional agency dedicated to keeping love alive in the universe, Ever is tossed into a world of deities seeking stories of passion and grief. This new world brings new connections and a shaky love triangle that tests Ever as she tries to find balance and address her own desires and emotions.

“Don’t fear. This is treatment.” Aoi, a dental hygienist, works alone in the stillness of a late-night dental clinic, polishing instruments and adjusting chairs. But when the clinic’s director, Dr. Sato, appears, he lures her into a grotesque nightmare of writhing teeth and pulsing flesh.

“At 2 a.m., the customers aren’t human.” In the stillness of a midnight convenience store, Aya, a humanoid clerk, stands behind the register. With skin eerily human and eyes like the night sky, she shouldn’t feel a thing. But at 2 a.m., the automatic door slides open, and uncanny visitors step inside: a man with no warmth, a girl with hollow eyes, and a weathered scrap of paper that refuses to stay gone. As the lights flicker and her system screams, Aya finds herself ensnared by something she can’t escape.