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The Di Mang is a legendary artifact rumored to grant godlike power to its wielder. If it falls into the wrong hands, the Martial World will drown in blood and chaos. Enter Su Ran, the ruthless Demonic Cult Leader, who will stop at nothing to claim its power… until on a fateful night he becomes impregnated by a monk named Ji Chun, who is venturing out into the world for the very first time.

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In the year 1923, a century after the War of Darkness, the strigoi, a vampiric race of mutants, launched an attack on humanity. As the dust settles, the residents of New Lundun grapple with their new reality. A world at war. With this, humanity faces off against an evil that once again rears its ugly head. A race against time to end the conflict before the losses become too heavy to bear, and a struggle to stay human, figuratively and literally. However, that may not be all that lingers, as great powers stir awake, and hints of an otherworldly plot begin to brew in the background.

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/BaP4c8b8Vq

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.

In the silence of a dark room, a boy watches the rain fall — as if the world outside understands exactly what he feels inside. Holding a teddy bear tightly against his chest, lost in memories and forgotten promises, he wonders: how long will pain keep him company?

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Some pacts were never meant to be broken. Some roots never meant to be touched. When Iliya, a quiet orphan with no legacy but a dagger and a dream, performs an ancient ritual under the balete tree, he intends only to call for guidance. Instead, he awakens something far older a spirit buried beneath the roots, cursed and forgotten by time. The ritual goes wrong. The roots pierce his body. Death reaches for him but something pulls him back. A miracle, they say. But Iliya wakes marked, changed, and haunted by a voice whispering: “You are mine now.” Saved by passing travelers and hunted by those who fear what he has become, Iliya is drawn into a world of fractured spirits, ancestral wars, and ancient pacts unraveling across the archipelago. As the sacred balance crumbles and forgotten gods rise, Iliya must uncover the truth of the pact that bound his bloodline and decide if he is the spirit’s weapon... or its last hope. Inspired by Philippine mythology, Children of the Broken Oath is a tale of spirits, sacrifice, and a boy bound to the past and the roots that run deeper than memory.

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

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.

This is not a novel it's just a compilation of scenes and ideas that came to my mind. I just wanted a place to keep them. So, I wrote them here. You are welcomed to read if you want too

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.

short stories that will make you tingle in all the right places. from Dragons to sirens, these short stories are exciting, fast-paced, and delightfully dirty. Trigger warning: Practically every topic and scenario is up for grabs. you can always go to the next story if you need to.

It’s just a simple short story I thought up I’m not trying to insult anybody . I’ve never been to War or the military ,I’m to young for that , so I don’t know how it feels to be in those situations. I’m just going what my heart and head thinks would happen. If this brings back memories some would rather forget and would want me to delete it I will do so .

On the forgotten world of Baedakar, life is a daily struggle against stone, scarcity, and the invisible hand of oppression. The villagers toil in the shadow of a galaxy that has left them behind, their every attempt at progress quietly sabotaged by forces they cannot see. While most accept the world as it is, a few begin to notice the patterns the subtle failures, the stifled ambitions, the sense that something, or someone, is holding them back. When a wandering outsider arrives, bringing rare knowledge and a hunger for lost truths, a small group of villagers is drawn together by curiosity, loyalty, and the quiet ache for something more. Their search for answers leads them deep beneath Baedakar’s surface, where they uncover evidence of deliberate sabotage and a hidden network of surveillance. The truth is more unsettling than they imagined their world is a mask, its people pawns in a greater game orchestrated by shadows. As the group races to expose the conspiracy, they must decide whom to trust and how far to go for the hope of freedom. Their journey will test the bonds of friendship and the limits of courage, as they risk everything to carry the truth beyond Baedakar’s walls. But the Council’s reach is long, and the galaxy’s indifference is deep. The first spark of rebellion is lit, and the fate of many may rest on the choices of a few who dare to question the darkness.

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

I have BL, SL and GL stories here. Some of them are turning into series if I want or if anybody finds them interesting. I also want to take notice that some stories are going to be written as it goes and might not seem completed, they actually aren't!

On the 29th Festival Day, eight children were born - not to prophecy, but to freedom. Their birth shook kings, gods, and demons alike. Scattered across the world, raised in secret, each carries a forgotten legacy - and a power strong enough to break fate itself. No prophecy. No destiny. Only will.

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 )

The year is 2361. Humanity has conquered disease, defied death, and resurrected the past—but not even its brightest minds can explain the strange pulse beneath reality. Caelan Ravenwell sees things no one else does: whispers in his dreams, eyes in the dark, and a world that doesn’t belong to Earth. When he and his twin sister, Claire, receive living “gifts” that defy all science, their lives spiral out of control. Their father, the brilliant and grieving Jack Ravenwell, has secrets buried beneath layers of ambition… and some of them are clawing their way free. Then the Rift opens. Torn from their world, the Ravenwells are cast into **Drakhelm**—a brutal realm of dragons, bloodlines, and war. Here, dragons are more than beasts; they are legacy, power, and death. Taming one grants status beyond kings—but most who try are devoured. Claire bonds with a monster. Caelan with something far worse. What they’ve brought with them from Earth was never meant to be tamed. Bound by blood, hunted by fate, and haunted by a love lost to time, the Ravenwells must survive a world where the strong rule, the weak vanish, and the sky itself has fangs. *A tale of wonder and ruin, memory and monsters. Welcome to Drakhelm.* --- If you like fantasy with Dragons you will like this, if you like Dinosaurs you will also like this. If you love both then welcome to my story!

There’s nothing scarier than the unknown. This book compiles all sorts of short horror stories, in all styles and formats. These short stories have no correlation or connection to any short stories from any other chapter, unless the chapter is episodic (meaning they come in individual parts), and have the same title as the last. I recommend checking out the most recent chapters for the FRESHEST short stories Have you ever wanted to post a short story somewhere but have nowhere to put it? Well this is the perfect place! You can submit a story in the community discord (https://discord.gg/jX5SAAXBkx) I'm not sure how you guys will review this since most of these short stories are completely separate from each other, so sorry about that lmao

Preface: Since I love reading about transmigration stories, here in Webnovel, then I really felt the desire to write one. I have always wanted to write and explore my imagination. This started as an assignment in my MA class. Hope you have fun reading this. Synopsis: Ziyang woke up in a different place. She realized that she transmigrated. Follow her adventure and her race to save Earth from the destruction caused by her evil nemesis General X. Join Myi Ziyang in her adventure and witness her relationship bloom as she meets her future husbands in different times and places as she travels in time in her attempt to save them and thwarting the evil plans of General X.

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

Rin walks a world that rejects him—its sky too quiet, its people too distant, and his own shadow unfamiliar. He doesn't know why. He only knows this: things break around him. People forget him. Time slips strangely through his fingers. He should’ve vanished long ago. But something keeps dragging him forward. In a land of war, sorcery, and ancient silence, Rin doesn’t seek glory. He barely seeks survival. Yet even the gods seem to watch him too closely… or not at all. This is not a story of a chosen hero. This is the story of someone the world doesn’t understand.

Hope you enjoy your stay.(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ Super slow update btw :33 Still no romance though:)))

There's just that one person easily plays with your heart strings . even when they are gone the just can't help but come back to and when faced with this scenario Aston explains ".....because she's short and sweet ."