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Music Mayhem: Legacy of the Alien Princess

This is the story of a former human transformed by powers beyond her imagination. Her world was turned upside down on a fateful day when ominous red letters scarred the sky, delivering a cryptic message: "I will make you pay. With your lyrics, with your songs." These words embodied the long-repressed fury and desire for revenge of a fading idol. Once beloved, she had been cast aside after losing the popularity she once cherished. Desperate and frustrated, she found herself tempted by a mysterious black letter, a decision that would lead her down a path from which there was no return. Following the letter's strange instructions, she unearthed an ancient artifact—unaware it held a malevolent force eager to twist her anguish into reality. When the artifact was activated, it unleashed a powerful entity, known only as the Amazing Magician. With her arrival, the world changed overnight. Now, the simple act of singing a song could transport a person into a parallel reality—one where the lyrics are reinterpreted in the most sadistic and nightmarish way possible. The only way to escape is to decipher the new meaning of the lyrics and "solve" the story they've created. Chaos soon followed. Sweet, innocent songs turned into horrific traps. A simple lyric like "I'll give you my heart" could lead to literal, gruesome outcomes. Bloodshed, mutations, bizarre entities, and strange new races emerged, all reshaping the world in a twisted revolution. In this dystopian landscape, a new breed of idols arises, banding together to face the horrors unleashed. Singing is no longer about entertaining an audience—it’s about survival, outsmarting the system, and navigating the dark, alternate realities spawned by their music. Author's Note: This novel is inspired by an RPG character I once created and played. I’ve since adapted her tale into a novel, and I would like to thank WokgranX, who crafted the world where Kurohime’s story began.
Tomat0Haunter · 3.8K Views

[BL] The Musical Prince and his Mortal God

A Prince who yearns to be great and a God who desires to become nothing. *** Tragedy befalls the island of Salyras every fifteen years. When Prince Nevian’s compelling music does nothing to prevent his island and people from sinking, he wonders what his passionate ability is useful for. He drifts for two days across a wild sea and washes upon an island of monsters. Despite being delirious from hunger and grief, he manages to produce one last song to save a man from the snares of a menacing creature. Nevian is surprised when he lives and is greeted by the man he saved. An honest-spoken individual named Aestos, who has otherworldly abilities that grant him the title and prestige of a God. Prestige he never asked for. Fascinated by Nevian’s music, Aestos requests that the Prince accompany him to retrieve a fabled sword that would strip him of his supernatural strengths and grant him the ability to live as a simple man. Aestos relies on Nevian’s enchanting songs, unable to prevent himself from also becoming bewitched. And despite being unsure of the long journey ahead, Nevian puts his faith in the man and agrees to help, believing if his music is truly destined for anything remarkable, now is the time to test it. ------------ [ Excerpt: ] I leaned and kissed Aestos’ face. He swiveled his head—rapidly—and our noses brushed. I laughed tiredly. “What is with that reaction, friend?” His face tightened. But he was not upset. He wore the countenance of a delighted man who feigned confusion because it was comfortable not to recognize what some actions meant. “You are always touching me. Every hour, a hand of yours reaches for me. Why?” he asked. I felt bashful, although confessions came naturally to me. “You must understand by now.” “I am trying to,” he answered sincerely, and he spread his fingers over his chest. “Because here, I feel something I am not used to. Whenever you touch me.” I smiled softly. “You feel your heart.” “I feel more than that.” “Does it frighten you?” He pondered over it while holding my gaze. “I don’t want it to.” I stole his other hand and held it against my chest to let him feel the music of my heart. “Do you feel the rhythm?” His eyes fell to where he held me. “I do not need to feel it,” he murmured. “I hear every time it changes.” I adored him with an enthusiastic smile. “Your ears are extraordinary, and you notice when affection drums in my chest. For you, Aestos. Because you are becoming someone special to me.” ------------ A story about love, destiny, (some) mythological creatures, music, magic, family, and tragedy. Takes on minor themes of historical Greek mythology & culture. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. BL tag for bromance. ]
_Haven · 17.9K Views

Curse Of The Wendigo (A Cold Country's Tale)

The dark night. The pale deathliness of the full unblinking moon. A dark forest filled with unpleasant trees. "Huff.... Huff... Huff... Huff," A figure stomped quickly through the woods running, panting and interrupting the silence of the dark as she did so. The figure ran for a long time until it came to a stop at the edge of the clearing. "Ebbey!" The thickness of the trees muffled the echoes. "Ebbey! You there!?" She called out again. Where was he? They'd only gone out here for a walk and had both bolted when they thought they heard a growl and now..... He was missing. 'Gosh I hope he's alright,' She looked down at herself. Right down from her neck, dripping her clothes and soaking into her shoes, was blood. No, it wasn't her blood. It most likely was animal blood, but that was most likely or even maybe, I'm not sure how she got that much blood on her. I think she knew but she wouldn't allow herself to believe it. She kept calling out. "Ebbey!" She stopped at the sound of shuffling in the bushes nearby. She walked slowly towards it, to an angle where she could see what was going on there without having to part it open. She could see something, a few rodents hunched over a dead animal. The animal seemed to have been half eaten by a larger animal and all that remained were the unrecognizable remnants of it remains. She looked a bit closely at the dead animal on the ground and noticed that a large trail of blood led away from it, across the clearing and beyond the forest. The wild animal could be anywhere. She bent beside the carcass, shifting away from the eating rodents and picked up a bloodied cloth. No! No way! She was probably just over thinking things. But she never over thought things. She fell on her knees and searched for more evidence through the carcass and it's close surroundings. There she found what she'd hoped she'd not find. Pieces of clothing all torn out from one whole and stained with blood and one more thing. Elliam picked it up slowly and enclosed the cold bloody human index that could only belong to Ebbey, slowly standing after doing so. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach as she took in all the signs. She looked once more at the blood staining all of her clothes, the blood on her hands, on her neck, on the floor, trailing into the path she had just come out from. A tight knot was forming in her stomach. Why had she been running from that part of the forest? Where they'd run..... They'd run this way, and...... And what had happened after that? She'd originally thought she'd blacked out but suddenly she saw flashes of what had trangressed in the clearing. Her knees buckled and as she fell she suddenly opened her eyes and practically jumped from her bed sweating buckets despite the sudden cold temperature in the room. The population rose and it became a well known country. In its heart, young Elliam, a girl with a dark past, after being given another opportunity in life struggles to forget her past and focus on her new life, a new country, her new parents, her new school, her new friends, but is the past and the curse inside her just as ready to forget about her? How could Elliam live with her human friends and family with the hunger for their flesh haunting her? Simultaneously in her city, multiple persons have started to go missing. Pursued by her mad dreams and her Windigo Psychosis, Elliam would deal with her problems alone and decides to research more on her predicament. In doing so, she found something shocking. She wasn't the only person cursed in her city, there were 3 others and 2 were right in her school! There was something sus about this, people going missing without a trace and three no four wendigo hybrids in a city at once. She tries finding their whereabouts but only succeeds in finding one, whose whereabouts was surprisingly very obvious... Warning: Explicit Description of Death! Warning: Body Horror!
MuteRivals14 · 17.4K Views

The Unrivaled God of Music.

“Am so weak! I want power!¬ – I want everything!!!…” a voice filled with resentment was heard in the world, carrying a terrifying power behind it…as if challenging every god in existence. In that moment there was perfect silence as if everything was frozen in time and yet somewhere far away-in unknown plane of existence, a being stood with interest dancing in his eyes… “ Ooh really…” chuckling between his breath, “but power isn’t something good is it…” there was a lonely atmosphere around this entity, “I will give you a chance…all I care about is your end.” Smirking with interest and expectation at the same time. His gaze fixed on the faraway expanse of infinite planes. “we will meet soon…” The words seemed to merge perfectly with the void as the entity melted away in space. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alex a weak and ordinary human born with no talent to practice martial arts was forced to face the cruelty of his world. He was referred to as trash of the trash, and surprisingly he was okay with that… Until his whole village was gruesomely annihilated. This awakened something in him, something abominable that should have been kept in chains… Alex struggles to keep his human side while not becoming something else... It has left him questioning everything else, his morals, and values. In the end, what will become of him?... ‘What's the origin of this weird flute?...is it a gift?”Alex thought with a questioning gaze while observing the strange object decorated with mysterious patterns. A solemn look painted all over his face,’ All I wanted was a normal life, was it too much to ask’. There was a lonely look on his face while he stared at a distance as if expecting a reply … “forget it, I will search for the western gates…”He declared with resolve. Follow his journey as he uncovers mysteries beyond his imagination, learning that there is more to it than meets the eye… ____________________________ The cover paper is not mine, if you want me to take it down, I can do it without batting an eye.
Vaniaka · 11.7K Views
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