Persian Nights

In a city that never sleeps — and never dreams — a series of mysterious murders begins to unfold. No witnesses. No fingerprints. No clues. Only one sign left behind: the number 17. Detective Soren Blackwell, known for his cold logic and piercing eyes, is assigned to the case. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes… the truth is watching him, too.

In the midst of the chaos and destruction of modern warfare, Professor Cyrus, a historian deeply fascinated by ancient Persian history, suddenly closes his eyes to the world. But this is not an end; it is a new beginning. He is reincarnated into the body of an infant named "Cyrus" in ancient times, precisely at the dawn of the Achaemenid Empire. With a mind full of 21st-century knowledge and a photographic memory that keeps all his learnings alive, this new Cyrus finds an unparalleled opportunity to change his own destiny and that of the ancient nation of Iran. Can a modern mind not only survive in an ancient world but also, like his historical predecessor, build an empire that will be unparalleled throughout history? This epic novel is a journey into the depths of an alternate history, where Cyrus, using his unique genius, undertakes unprecedented innovations. From inventing a new Persian language and script, and producing paper and soap in his childhood, to implementing revolutionary army reforms inspired by Sun Tzu, Roman military principles, and modern military science. He rebuilds governmental and judicial systems based on human rights and wisdom, fosters theoretical and experimental sciences, and constructs infrastructures beyond the imagination of that era. His goal is not merely conquest, but to build a civilization founded on justice, tolerance, and progress, so that the Achaemenid Empire may endure for thousands of years and remain safe from historical collapses caused by Alexander the Great. "My Persian Empire" is a narrative of the endeavour to create an ancient utopia, where extreme nationalism gives way to mutual understanding and coexistence, and great civilizations of the world, from Rome to Greece, and from India to China, imitate the advancements of Persia. This eventful story takes you into the heart of strategic battles, court intrigues, and scientific and cultural transformations, showing how a leader with a modern vision can not only rewrite history but also leave an everlasting legacy for humanity. Author's Note: Hello dear companions! It is with great pride that I present to you my first novel, "My Persian Empire." This work is the result of my years of fascination with web novels in the Kingdom Building genre and the glorious history of Iran. In creating this novel, I have utilized the capabilities of Artificial Intelligence (AI) – particularly models like Gemini 2.5 Flash or Grok 3 – to craft a rich and precise story. However, I emphasize that every idea and every narrative thread has been under my complete and direct management and supervision. AI has been a powerful tool in my hands to turn my dream into reality, but the spirit, thought, and human creativity of this work are entirely my own. I understand that as a novice writer, there may be imperfections in my work, but I have created it with all my heart for you, and I hope you enjoy this historical-fictional journey. Your support and feedback will be my greatest motivation to continue on this path and create subsequent volumes. Thank you very much for your companionship.

Himari, a young woman burdened by her family’s debts in rural Japan, is forced to join a bride selection to secure a wealthy husband who can save her mother and sister. Stripped of her rights and desperate, Himari sets a seemingly impossible condition: any suitor who wishes to marry her must wait outside her door for 100 nights, forbidden from entering or even looking at her. Many scoff at the demand, but one man—an heir from a prosperous family—is intrigued and accepts the challenge. Night after night, he waits patiently, sharing stories of his life from outside her door, and slowly wins Himari’s guarded heart. On the hundredth night, she finally opens the door, finding in his gaze not judgment, but acceptance, and the chance for a new beginning.

This story is about a character and how more worst life can get..........

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

In later times, whenever people spoke of that galaxy, they would always mention its guardian—and the identity of the guardian’s descendant, the so-called “Devourer.” But all of it began in the distant past, in an era of chaos when the inhabitants of the planet were still at war with one another, a time when an ancient catastrophe seemed to be returning—when a young girl forged a pact with the one who would one day become the guardian. Additional tags: #War #military #Power struggle #slowburn #romance #Monster #Lost civilization

In the year 2033 it began. Gods, monsters, devils, angels, every higher creature from every mythology began to bless those they found worthy and share their powers. Eventually with the emergence of the gates, we realized they were preparing us. The so called chosen heroes who enter gates are known as the Blessed and in it’s become the most sought after career in the world. They are the most famous and well known people in the entire world and some are even the leaders of their own nations. They are immensely powerful, beautiful, and charming beings. After five whole years, we still have no idea what the higher’s criteria are for blessing a human. Despite the seemingly loose criteria, only 1 percent of the population actually end up as blessed and gain the privilege of entering gates and defending our world. With all of the excitement around the Blessed, we seem to have forgotten the most important question. Why are they doing this for us and what will they require in return? —— Discord link is : https://discord.gg/yXuqHaS6dc ———————— Additional tags : - yuri (MCs sister and best friend.) Milf (MC is a milf hunter so most of the women in the harem will be cougars. Character development is a bit slower compared to my other novels because Malachi is meant to feel like a real person. If you start reading this with the expectation that Mal is going to be some cool bastard with no emotions who treats everyone around him like they’re disposable, then boy o boy are you in for the shock of your fucking life.

She stayed when everyone else walked away. Maxine was the quiet one. The secretary who never asked for more, the woman who loved in silence, and the secret he kept in the shadows. She gave him everything—her time, her body, her loyalty. But it was never enough. When Trina returned, Maxine didn’t beg. She simply watched him choose her all over again. But this time, she’s not staying to wait for leftovers. She’s done being the afterthought. She’s leaving quietly, carrying the only thing he never asked about. And maybe this time, he’ll finally realize what he lost. He didn’t see her when she stood beside him. Will he chase her now that she’s gone?

One must struggle to find meaning, in this universe they were born in, Humans suffer, humans endure, ergo, they are. Only when on a path of self-destruction is when a human grows to new bounds. Such is the nature of mankind, and those who think. Yet humans have a mind to each their own, and their own ways of thought, to cope, to think, to reason, to bargain with their own psyche and this is the way a human draws strength from their thought, put into actions. In the tapestry of the cosmos, they who fall, they who rise, all have their thoughts and actions that lead up to the zenith of their state. A mechanical voice rings out -- "If the truth of the universe and your existence is cruel and stale , would you still yearn for the answer to the ultimate question?" The young man, shrouded in white ponders upon the question with an inexplicable expression across his face as he floats in a vat of liquid .... to give an answer to the machine that has kept him alive. "Yes." The machine and its voice fluctuates as it rings out once more-- "With no end to hate and no boundaries to war, do you still wish, to venture outwards?" "...." "....." "I... do not know" "But..." "I wish to know...Who I am." The machines tone hums in the air for a brief few minutes as it seems to be thinking, calculating,analyzing the answer of the man...before the sounds of cogs rigidly spinning and wind depressurizing in tight columns fills the atmosphere...The door opens, as the liquid pours out onto the ground, the man taking a deep breath, falling unto the metallic ground. The machines voice, rings out once more, "Aureus... t-h-at i-i-i-is y-y-yo-yo-you-your na-----" The lights go dim, and then dark. The machine dims out its final light, never to speak again.

Michael is drowning. Broke, alone, and buried in graveyard shifts, his life is a dead loop — until one night, a stranger posts a question online: “Is it illegal to hire a hitman?” He replies. He shouldn’t have. Now he’s heading down a path where morality costs extra.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

In the moonlit expanse of the sea, a ship glides toward the enigmatic Isle of the Moon. Its crew, survivors of the realm where death lies in wait, approach a new dawn. A young stranger sits amidst the environment, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his thoughts a quiet symphony of contemplation. In a world of breathtaking grandeur, where the boundaries of mortality and peril remain veiled, the sands of time begin to whisper tales of the ancients. With the weight of forgotten chronicles upon his shoulders, the boy resolves within himself to venture into the unknown, to unravel the mysteries of epochs long buried. The untold histories and whispered sagas of yore—does sanity lie in heeding them, or in dismissing their allure? The enigmatic young man, Leon, carries but a few words in the depths of his thoughts. "Under the light of a fractured moon, I wish to tell a story."

Shaka Albus a high school student's life changes when he finds himself having to fight and survive in a dangerous labyrinth.

Seven Nights In Hell is a dark, atmospheric fantasy steeped in blood, memory, and prophecy. When hunter Silas Grey enters the ruins of St. Elarion’s Cathedral, he expects death but not the kind that speaks his name. Beneath the broken steeples and pulsing catacombs, something ancient stirs. A vampire unlike any Silas has faced before has been waiting, not to kill him but to awaken him. Bitten but not turned, cursed but not yet lost, Silas has only seven nights to uncover the truth behind what he is and what he’s destined to become… or be destroyed by the very monster he hunts. His allies arcane warrior Isha and sharpshooter Dane may not be enough to stop what’s coming. Because something inside Silas is changing. And it’s hungry. Perfect for fans of The Witcher, Bloodborne, and dark Gothic fantasy, Seven Nights In Hell blends visceral horror, tragic prophecy, and slow-burning transformation in a world where old gods rot beneath the surface, and the line between hero and monster is drawn in blood.

[WARNING! MATURE CONTENT] Noelle lived her whole life in luxury. Anything she demanded was handed to her on a silver spoon. But not Night. A boy she desires and thinks of as her 'perfect prince'. In a sick twist of fate, Noelle's family fell into huge debt, making her view things differently. Now with a broader view and an open mind, Night doesn't seem to be as perfect as he was in Noelle's eyes. COMPLETED 17 JUNE 2022 to 1 JANUARY 2023 -------------------------- *Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Discord: Fujiashi #3282 Instagram: @fujiashi Twitter: @Fujiashi_

"People don't live in darkness, darkness lives in them." Aizea is just another girl in the mysterious kingdom of Zaayes, where sound (rather, the sense of hearing) vanishes as soon as night falls - for everyone but Aizea. However, with this vicious secret finely hidden for years, Aizea, with her unique beauty, has caught the eye and the heart of her otherwise good friend - the handsome Andre, who has captured the hearts of almost every other girl in Zaayes; but for the one girl his shifter spirit craves for. Their friendship doesn't even get bitter despite the intrusion of these myriad of emotions; until, one fine night, the secret is spilled... Aizea has to choose between the much feared forests drenched in cold darkness which fringe their kingdom, and the wild darkness that claws its way out of the serene covers of the people that she had been holding close to her heart for all these years. What does she choose as she hears the night call her from the dark depths of the woods?

Evans Diamond vivait une vie insouciante et ne manquant de rien. Jusqu'au jour où il fut au courant du secret sombre de ses parents. Une sorte de secte vouant un culte à des ombres maléfiques. Il fut soumis de force à ce culte en me transformant en ombre. Mais il réussi à garder une part humaine et devint un être mi-humain, mi-ombre. Chaque nuit il doit survivre et échapper à ces ombres qui le surveillent le jour et l'attaque la nuit, bien décider à faire de lui l'un des leurs........

Usually the night time is when we go to sleep, recharge ourselves, get the energy for the next day or simply just rest after a tiring day. But not in this story. Even though he always felt the need to sleep in daytime, Alfie Ellis would not have imagined to himself how his night life, his dear sleep time, would be over. After getting attached to the night ghost, he makes a deal with him, not checking the little details ,as uaual, he's forced to become a ghost when the night comes. Not used to this situation he panics ,having a hard time controlling his powers, along with the new thirsty desire for death. Alfie is trying to figure out what to do and how to stop himself from harming other people in the process.

"You will be a flower that blooms only at night," Madame Sumire once told her. "And if you bloom just right, someone might pluck you from the darkness." Born the only daughter of a low-ranking samurai, Aika Takamura knew loss too young-first her father, then her childhood, and finally her freedom. Sold into the famed Hanabira Teahouse to repay her mother's debts, she was taught to survive in the only way women like her could: through painted smiles and hollow affections. Years pass, and Aika becomes a prized courtesan-adored, desired, and utterly unseen. Until one night, a quiet man named Renjiro Hayama enters the teahouse not with hunger, but with humanity. He doesn't ask for her touch. He listens. And with each visit, Aika's heart dares to hope that perhaps... she was meant for something beyond the red lanterns. But freedom has a cost-and love, a risk. In a world where women like her are not supposed to dream, Aika must choose between the life she knows and the uncertain future that waits beyond the paper doors.

The myths of the world have suddenly come to life, causing ghouls to ravage it and making people to live in fear. Despite this development there's still people who would do everything in their power no matter what it takes to get what they want. To survive in this world of horror and despair you'll have to keep a Night's Eye.

Every two years, the government sends teenagers to die. Randomly selected between the ages of 16 and 18, they are forced into the Abyss Trials — a brutal survival mission inside a dimensional fracture swarming with nightmarish creatures. Kael Noire, a 17-year-old insomniac orphan haunted by loss and unknown voices only he can hear, is chosen for the next Abyss Trial, a government-sanctioned sacrifice disguised as a military draft. With an 90% mortality rate, it’s a death sentence for most—or a rebirth for the rare few who survive. Defying all odds, Kael survives the trial and awakens the abilities of an ancient being known as Nyx, the primordial goddess of night. Now bound to a power older than the stars, Kael becomes one of the Awakened—elite soldiers humanity depends on to push back the horrors of the Abyss and the countless Rifts spreading across the world. But power always comes with a price, one that might be too steep for Kael.

The safest person, perhaps the dangerous person

Mankind’s progress was reset after two meteorites hit the Earth. The crash brought along with it a power similar to what we call magic. A millennium and a half later, in this new era, an orphan who had just lost his whole family to war and was barely clinging onto life made a pact with a dying exiled god, binding their souls together to keep them both alive. After all that, he vowed to himself to create a better world where none would have to suffer the same pain he endured. Before that, he would have to go through adolescence first. In these years, he would encounter many friends and foes. Will he get his answer? Will he accomplish his dream? And if so what will he lose along the way? What struggle must he face in this world plagued with war? And in the end, what would remain of him?

dissappearances? suddenly forgot? de'javu?my dear it ain't coincidence, what you saw in your dreams might be someone else's story... might be your past story..did that happened right now?

Clare has always been the girl who kept her heart—and her body—guarded. At 18, she’s known for her faith, her purity, and her refusal to fall prey to the reckless pressures of high school life in suburban America. But everything changes on the night of the school’s homecoming party. Enter Lucien: the mysterious, magnetic new boy whose charm and talent on the football field quickly make him the center of attention. While every girl falls for his allure, Clare is the only one who resists—until peer pressure and loneliness push her to let her guard down just once. That single night of surrender unlocks a darkness neither of them could have imagined. Lucien is no ordinary boy—he carries a curse from the underworld. When Clare and Lucien cross the line, Clare unknowingly becomes a vessel, inheriting a terrifying power that twists her world upside down. Soon, Clare’s life spirals out of control. She experiences vivid, uncontrollable dreams, and every encounter becomes a trap—those who come close to her become obsessed, possessed, and transformed into carriers of the same dark force. What started as one reckless night evolves into a supernatural epidemic of lust, addiction, and demonic possession that threatens to consume her school, her friends, and her very soul. In a battle between temptation and redemption, Clare must navigate a treacherous path—where every choice comes with a price, and every night could be her last. Will she find the strength to break free from the darkness, or will she become the queen of a new underworld? Just A Night is a gripping, spiritual thriller that explores the deadly consequences of peer pressure, the power of sin, and the fight for salvation in a world where the lines between good and evil blur.

A collection of letters I write while listening to classical music. Letters to the past, to my mistakes, to what might have been.