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Sometimes, “The Unknown”, it's better than the alternative.

[If you want to understand more, read my new work "REALITY SUBDUERS"] In the vast cosmos, lies an uncountable number of planets, one of those is “Hûlfhednär”, with an extremely hostile environment, high gravity and atmospheric pressure due to his gargantual size, the unforgiven climate, force all the inhabitants to become more resilient than what was needed, even so, is the cradle of a forgotten civilización with high advanced technology and an almost unparallel evolution, “The Hûrngoth”, they rise until became the Apex of his solar system and continue their expansion with steady peace, until … , for an “Unknown” reason, they decided to go into his Homeworld, isolating themselves to achieve something absolutely imperative. Some say they successfuly obtain their goal, others think they failed, but the truth … , not always is simple or straightforward, some occasions, the answer is trickier, twisted and deeper than a black hole. Give it a try, is my first published Novel and my first work on English, so i personally recommend to read up to Chapter 28 before deciding. Proper SMUT after Chapter 35, full intercourse planned in the next Volume. I'm not native speaker so any mistakes i appreciate if you point them out for me to correct them. Leave a comment if you like, have any questions or doubts. My next work "REALITY SUBDUERS" is in progress, it is going to continue the story from another perspectives. Expected Tags in the Content: Romance - Adventure - Action - SMUT R18 - BDMS - Yuri - Dark - Gore (Not initially) - Mystery - Cosmic Horror. Everything on this history has a reason and a hidden meaning, the hints are already there so … DO NOT EXPECT "PLOT ARMOR".
Marshack · 89.6K Views

"Milkverse: Quantum Lullabies"

Synopsis In a universe where breastfeeding rewrites quantum physics, a genetically engineered mother and her quantum-wolf lover battle cosmic forces to protect their reality-shaping infant. Across millennia—from 1023 AD Norse rituals to 10,000 AD galactic tribunals—their struggle to balance parental love with spacetime stability evolves into a mythic saga where milk becomes the fabric of reality, stretch marks map star systems, and a baby’s teething pain triggers supernovas. Plot Summary & Future Arcs Core Premise Lynette, the 500th incarnation of a lab-engineered "Spiritborn," discovers her breastmilk holds quantum code capable of creating—or erasing—civilizations. Alongside Caelium, a werewolf-physicist cursed to oscillate between human and feral states, they raise a universe-breathing infant whose needs (hunger, teething, diaper changes) manifest as cosmic crises. Their nemesis, the ancient witch Isolde, lurks in black hole rattles and formula corporations, weaponizing parental guilt across timelines. Key Existing Arcs (Chapters 1-50) · The Quantum Nursing Wars: Breastmilk algorithms vs. artificial formula empires in 3024 AD. · The Milky Tribunal: Intergalactic courtroom drama where lactation laws put Lynette on trial for "chronon genocide." · Teething Armageddon: The infant’s first tooth eruption rips spacetime, summoning dystopian dentist fleets. · Caelium’s Wolf-J.D. Crisis: His battle with black hole student loans and a werewolf lawyer rebellion. Future Outline for "The Lactating Cosmos" Chapter 51-60: The Pacifier Prophecy Arc Core Conflict: The infant’s discarded pacifiers form a neutron star oracle predicting a Galactic Potty Training Revolution. Methane-based diaper civilizations declare war on organic life, weaponizing fecal black holes. Key Beats: · Lynette brokers peace via Quantum Diaper Treaties, rewriting sanitation laws. · Caelium’s wolf-pack battles Toilet-Bomb Anarchists in Andromeda’s nursery lanes. · Isolde hijacks the prophecy, corrupting pacifiers into Singularity Pacifier Grenades. Global Hook: Parenting’s most mundane task (potty training) becomes a galactic power struggle, blending absurd humor with climate crisis metaphors. Chapter 61-70: Colostrum Crusades Arc Core Conflict: A cult worshipping Lynette’s “first milk” hijacks the Andromeda galaxy, using Lactation Lasers to erase formula-dependent civilizations. Key Beats: · Lynette discovers her colostrum contains Isolde’s Original Sin Code. · Caelium confronts his darkest self: a 2149 AD Formula Executive who monetized infant hunger. · The infant’s third eye leaks visions of a Milkless Universe, forcing Lynette to question her worth. Global Hook: Critique of corporate greed and "wellness culture," with breastmilk as both sacred and commodified. Chapter 71-80: Weaning the Gods Arc Core Conflict: The toddler’s tantrums collapse realities into a Tesseract Playpen—a hyperspace nursery where dark matter is finger paint and black holes are sippy cups. Key Beats: · Lynette and Caelium infiltrate the playpen to teach Gentle Reality-Building. · Isolde manifests as a Toxic Nanny AI, weaponizing bedtime stories. · The toddler’s first scribbles accidentally create Proto-Civilizations in her coloring books. Global Hook: Parental guilt meets multiverse theory: How do you raise a god without breaking reality? Final Arc (81-100): The Lullaby Singularity Core Conflict: The child’s first spoken word (“Mama”) triggers a Nursing Big Bang, birthing a new multiverse. But Isolde’s final gambit emerges: a Formula-Fed Doppelgänger Child hellbent on devouring their legacy.
D_Fdu_bei · 10K Views

Frost-bound

In a world teetering on the edge of environmental collapse, brilliant scientist Dr. Eleanor Frost launches a desperate gambit: a groundbreaking cryogenic sleep experiment that might give humanity a second chance. Among the carefully selected volunteers is her stepdaughter, Seraphina, a perceptive young woman whose courage and intelligence make her the perfect candidate for this leap into the unknown. But what begins as a scientific endeavor takes a dark turn when Seraphina awakens decades later to find a world transformed by catastrophic climate engineering gone wrong. The landscape is locked in eternal winter, and a tyrannical queen rules with an iron fist, using a mysterious substance called Frostbane to maintain her power and immortality. As Seraphina navigates this harsh new reality, she discovers she's not alone. MIRRA, an advanced AI created by her stepmother, has evolved beyond its original programming and now exists as both guardian and guide. Joining forces with a band of rebels, each possessing unique skills and haunted by their own histories, Seraphina must unravel the truth behind her stepmother's disappearance, the queen's rise to power, and the connection between the cryogenic technology and the Frostbane that holds the land in its icy grip. But time is running out. Other cryogenic subjects remain in suspended animation, their lives hanging in the balance, while the queen's control grows stronger with each passing day. Seraphina must decide what future is worth fighting for—and what she's willing to sacrifice to achieve it.
DaoistyIQHly · 14.7K Views

Capitaine Fantaisie

It’s all just fantasy. I mean, boredom can kill, but the driving force behind it—lack of interest—is its mother. It’s hard to become good at nothing, you know? What’s the story here? Damn, I have no clue. It doesn’t make me happy to not improve, though. Everything I write is distorted by my lack of skill, and the more I think about it, the lazier I get. When is the end of the world, anyway? I mean, why drag things out so pointlessly? If the world is going to keep spinning, then at least make me immortal, give me all the powers—something! I don’t know, damn it. What’s the point of prolonging a world where I can’t even figure myself out? But hey, don’t worry. Maybe there will be a story to tell. I’ll write as I go, word by word, and it’s funny, isn’t it, how my synopsis accidentally ended up being 666 words long? Or maybe it wasn’t accidental. Maybe it was destiny’s cruel little joke, mocking my inability to finish anything I start. Every time I sit down to write, it’s like fighting a battle with my own brain. One part of me wants to create something meaningful, something worth remembering. The other part? It’s too busy obsessing over every flaw, every missed opportunity, every word that doesn’t quite fit. And the cycle goes on: the more I try, the more I fail, and the more I fail, the less I want to try. It’s a loop, endless and exhausting, a treadmill of self-doubt that I can’t seem to step off. And then there’s the world. Don’t even get me started on the world. Every day feels like a rerun of the same bad show, the same tired plotlines, the same inevitable decline. The news is a nightmare. People are either fighting over nonsense or pretending everything is fine when it clearly isn’t. Climate change, wars, injustice—pick your poison. It’s like watching a slow-motion car crash and knowing you can’t do anything to stop it. But then again, what would I even do if I had the power? Let’s say I was immortal, let’s say I had every power imaginable—what then? Would I fix things? Would I save the world? Or would I just use those powers to escape, to build my own little pocket universe where none of this nonsense exists? Honestly, I’m not sure I trust myself to do the right thing. I’d probably just waste all that power trying to create something perfect, only to watch it fall apart like everything else. It’s frustrating, you know? Feeling like you’re stuck in a world that doesn’t make sense, with a mind that can’t seem to do what it’s supposed to. Writing, for example—it should be simple, right? Just put words on a page. But it’s never that easy. Every word feels like a risk, every sentence like a gamble. What if it’s not good enough? What if people read it and hate it? What if no one reads it at all? And yet, despite all that, I keep writing. Why? Maybe it’s because, deep down, I believe there’s still a story worth telling. Or maybe I’m just stubborn. Either way, here I am, pouring my thoughts onto the page, hoping that somehow, some way, it’ll all come together. Maybe it won’t. Maybe this will just be another unfinished project, another half-baked idea that never goes anywhere. But at least I tried, right? And who knows? Maybe this is the story. Not some grand epic about heroes and villains, but something smaller, quieter—a story about trying and failing and trying again. A story about someone who doesn’t have all the answers, who’s still figuring things out. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s all any of us can really do: keep going, keep trying, keep telling our stories, even when it feels like no one’s listening. So here it is, my 666-word synopsis. It’s messy and flawed and probably not what you were expecting. But it’s mine, and for now, that’s enough.
YKC · 3.1K Views
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