Flicker

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

Tommy lived like most rebellious teenagers, drinking, smoking, and chasing fleeting thrills, until his world shattered with a leukemia diagnosis. But this was only the prelude to his descent. Desperate and cornered by fate, he signed a contract with the Devil, unknowingly binding himself to a shadow realm teeming with entities beyond mortal comprehension. Dragged into this hidden world of ancient devils, vengeful demons, and merciless angels, Tommy finds himself trapped in a war older than humanity itself. Here, every corner hides nightmares ripped from the darkest corners of myth, and survival demands more than courage, it requires unraveling the Devil’s cryptic bargain before it consumes his soul. Now, armed with nothing but wit and a flicker of defiance, Tommy must confront horrors that defy reason, forge uneasy alliances, and outmaneuver celestial schemes. Will he emerge as a pawn of the darkness… or rewrite his destiny in a realm where even gods fear to tread?

The city lights flickered in the distance, mocking the darkness that consumed Kunal's soul. Rain drummed against the rooftop, a slow, melancholic rhythm to the thoughts swirling in his mind. He had lost count of the days since hope had left him-perhaps years, perhaps a lifetime. Standing at the edge of the mountain , he took a deep breath, the cold wind biting at his skin. There was no one left to stop him. No reason to turn back. With one final step, he let go. And then-silence. But death was not the end. When his eyes opened again, he was not the broken man who had once stood on that rooftop. He was in a different world, reborn as the son of the most powerful actors in the world. His past life felt like a distant nightmare, a whisper in the void. But it was not forgotten. Then came the first sign-an energy unlike anything he had felt before, burning within him like an unquenchable fire. Soon, the visions followed-of gods whispering in forgotten tongues, of devils lurking in the shadows, waiting for his arrival. Kunal had lived once and lost everything. But this time, fate had given him another chance, a chance to become god. A chance to rise. A chance to rewrite destiny. A chance to bring chaos to the world of gods and devils. And this time, he would not fall so easily.

[Genesis System rebooting after 76 years of inactivity.] [Administrator Slot: Vacant.] [New Administrator Confirmed:—] The screen flickers. For a moment, the letters distort—glitching between gold and blood-red. A name appears. [Administrator Confirmed:—Elias Vaughn.] A sharp ringing fills my ears. The name means nothing to me, but the system hesitates. The text wavers, blurring, like it’s… realizing its mistake. Then, the letters dissolve. [Administrator Identity Error.] [Correcting…] [New Administrator Confirmed: Christian Arkwright.] A cold shiver crawls down my spine. I open my eyes, and the world isn’t mine. My breath catches—too soft, too light. My limbs ache, but they feel… small? My fingers curl. Slender. Pale. Delicate. This isn’t my body. The floating screen pulses again, words forming in golden light. [Primary Abilities Bestowed:] Creation Magic Spatial Manipulation Magic? My mind stutters, but before I can process it, another notification flashes. [Warning: You are a Deviant.] [Deviants are to be executed by royal decree.] [Status: In Hiding.] I freeze. No second chances. No learning curve. The moment someone discovers my power, I die. Then, the screen flickers again—this time, the text warps on its own. The golden glow dims, and a final message, faint and fragmented, pushes through. [If you are reading this… you are the last.] My pulse pounds in my ears. A soft static hums in the air. [The world has forgotten me, but you must not forget what I left behind.] [Survive. Learn. And when the time comes… create hope again.] Then—so quiet it’s almost lost in the noise—comes a whisper. “Welcome back, Elias.” A pause. A hesitation. The system flicks as if to correct itself. “…Welcome back, Christian.”

Ezra Veyne was just an ordinary reader. A fan of Chronicles of the Eternal Throne, a novel where fate is absolute, heroes rise, and villains fall. Then he died. And woke up as Calveros Nacht, the novel’s greatest villain—a warlord fated to die at the hands of the so-called hero, Aurelian Veris. At first, Ezra thinks he can use his knowledge of the story to survive. He has a status window, just like every noble in this world. His system is normal. Or at least, it should be. Then he notices it. A hidden stat that flickers in and out of existence. [Sanity: ???] A system warning that appears when no one else is watching. [Correction Pending…] And worst of all—Aurelian Veris isn’t acting like the hero he remembers. Their paths were never supposed to cross this early. The academy was never supposed to summon them for an emergency. And a student was never supposed to die before the story even began. Ezra thought he had time. Now, fate itself is breaking. The world isn’t just resisting his existence—it’s trying to erase him. But if he is going to be erased, he refuses to go down as a forgotten mistake. If the world wants a villain, he’ll give it one. Even if it means tearing reality apart with him.

In a quantum-fused Shanghai of 2045, Lin Shen wakes to his 42nd life—a recursive prison of time he’s endured forty-one times before. Each loop begins the same: the hum of his smartwatch, the shimmer of Gu Li’s hologram smiling from a past he can’t reclaim, and the inevitable collapse at 10:47 AM when she dies—again. A brilliant physicist, Lin Shen has mapped every failure, every anomaly, chasing a single obsession: to save her and break the cycle. But this time, something shifts. A cryptic quantum signal from the Deep Space Intelligence Board pierces his lab, and Gu Li—his elusive partner—hints at a truth she shouldn’t know. As flickering lights and fractured data unravel the fabric of his reality, Lin Shen faces a chilling question: Is she the key to his freedom, or the architect of his eternal trap? In a race against a collapsing timeline, one scientist’s mind holds the universe’s most dangerous secret—and its only hope.

Humbra bleeds, devastated by an unrelenting race for survival against the Leirions—powerful monsters intoxicated by their bloodlust. Amidst this chaos, a young orphan, haunted by his brutal past, discovers he is the catalyst to a greater future—a future far darker than he could ever imagine. This is Leonard, a boy whose destiny entwines with ancient secrets, betrayals beyond reckoning, and a world-shattering rage. Humanity already struggles on the edge of the abyss. The light of hope has long been extinguished, ushering in the darkness and heralding echoes of lament... But from this despair, a new hope flickers: the Neumonds, wielders of powers that transcend life and death. Are they saviors... or harbingers of a final, devastating curse? Will Leonard save them all... or will his desire for vengeance end in a valiant death?

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

Blurb: The elevator’s lights flickered once—then twice—before everything went pitch black. A sharp metallic screech echoed as the car jerked violently, sending Mia tumbling to the floor, her breath catching in her chest. She barely had time to process what was happening before a deep, commanding voice cut through the darkness. "Stay down." Mia’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up to find herself face-to-face with the last person she ever expected to see: Elijah Blackwell, the enigmatic and ruthless billionaire CEO of Blackwell Enterprises. Cold, calculating, and untouchable, he was a man whose name commanded fear and respect. But there was no time for awe. The building’s alarms screamed in the distance, but it was the deafening thud of distant explosions that stole Mia’s attention. Her pulse shot into overdrive. The elevator began to tremble again, its descent rapid and uncontrollable, as if the very foundation of the tower were coming undone. “What’s happening?” she whispered, her voice strained. Elijah’s eyes, glinting even in the faint emergency lighting, met hers—dark, intense, and utterly unshaken. “We’re under attack. Stay close,” he said, the command in his voice unmistakable. Mia’s stomach dropped. Under attack? By whom? And why her? She was just a cleaner. But before she could question him further, the elevator lurched again, the cables creaking as they hurtled downward. Every second felt like an eternity, but Elijah stood still, his expression as unreadable as ever. This wasn’t fear in his eyes—it was something far more dangerous: control. As the elevator plummeted, Mia’s thoughts spiraled into chaos. She’d only come to work this morning to do her usual rounds, expecting nothing more than a monotonous day of dusting and cleaning up after the high-powered men and women who owned the building. But now, she was trapped in an elevator with the very man who controlled this empire—facing a threat she couldn’t even comprehend. A sudden burst of heat shot through the small space as another explosion rocked the building, shaking the walls. The emergency lights blinked erratically, casting eerie shadows over them. In that moment, Mia realized something unsettling: Elijah wasn’t just the billionaire CEO. He was the only person who could protect her now. But how far was he willing to go to keep them both alive? And more importantly, why did she suddenly feel drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain? The air between them grew heavy with an attraction neither of them could ignore, but was it a dangerous distraction—one that could cost them both everything?

I yawned, fighting off sleep as my professor droned on about the three-body problem—even though it was notoriously unsolvable. 'Geez, why do we need to learn this?' I thought, shaking my head. Suddenly, a holographic screen materialized before my eyes, its message slicing through the monotony: "Moonfall Has Begun. Your Class Has Been Assigned.” I glanced around, and saw confused faces all over—everyone staring, just as bewildered as I was. 'Does everyone see this?' I wondered, my heart starting to pound. My screen flickered, then declared in bold: Main Class: Astral Equationist. Before I could process any further, a piercing scream shattered the classroom’s uneasy silence. I barely had time to register the sound as chaos erupted around me. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

In a world where power is the ultimate currency, Zephyr Kain treads a perilous path threaded with deception and unyielding ambition. With a mind keener than any blade and a heart as cold as the abyss, he chases immortality—not for glory, but for raw survival. Every move is a calculated risk, every choice a bold wager. In a realm brimming with secretive sects, lost treasures, and ancient enigmas, Zephyr Kain will lie, manipulate, and sacrifice without a flicker of remorse to grasp his elusive prize. But in a lethal game where even the mightiest lords can fall, will his merciless intellect be enough to defy the heavens themselves? Immortality is no gift—it is a prize forged in blood and cunning. And Zephyr Kain will stop at nothing to make it his own. This story has no heroine, no romance—only relentless pursuit. Updates will arrive daily. Note: The cover is not an original work, nor was it purchased. If it infringes on your property, I’ll replace it promptly.

Centuries after the infamous Blood Wars, an uneasy ‘peace’ has emerged between werewolves and vampires, yet the air crackles with underlying tension, hinting at the volatile nature of their coexistence. This fragile peace rests on the sacrifices of innocent werewolves, as the werewolf council has been compelled to provide blood slaves to the vampire houses every year. As the cycle continues, one name rises to the surface, Camren Moon. Enter Camren Moon, a wolfless outcast within his pack, adopted and ostracized. Little does he know, his life is poised for a dramatic shift. Through a chilling twist of fate he is thrust into the role of a blood slave by his alpha, destined for the infamous House Bloodthorne. This house, notorious for its ruthless reputation and the formidable presence of Silvan Bloodthorne, casts a long shadow; his name inspires dread even among his own kind. Silvan is the fabled King of Death, shaped by blood and darkness, a vampire whose legacy is built on spilled blood and treacherous deals. Having risen from unimaginable depths, he now reigns supreme over the mightiest house, commanding respect and fear in equal measure. As Camren enters this new, harrowing chapter, he realizes he has been sentenced to death; no blood slave has ever survived Bloodthorne. Silvan Bloodthorne, the King of Death, is a figure of blood and darkness, whose ascent from the abyss to the pinnacle of power is steeped in treachery and violence. As Camren grapples with the death sentence that comes with his servitude, a flicker of rebellion ignites within him. He refuses to submit to fate—he will either claim his freedom or perish trying. Yet as Camren attracts Silvan’s twisted obsession, he crafts a daring plan to seduce the very essence of death. But forging a bond with the devil can unleash unimaginable consequences. An intoxicating and forbidden chemistry simmers between them, blurring the line between sanity and hysteria. Is he falling for the dark ruler of House Bloodthorne, or is this attraction merely a façade? As ancient bloodlines stir within him, Camren finds himself unwittingly caught in a treacherous game of chess—a game where trust is a currency, and even those closest to him may harbor betrayal. He stands on the precipice of a world filled with dark schemes, ancient prophecies, vengeful vampires, feral wolves, cunning witches, and calculating humans. As the intricate web unfolds, can Camren survive the impending chaos? Will his relationship with Silvan be the dawn of a new era or the catalyst for destruction? And can he unearth the hidden powers within himself before they lead to ruin? Welcome to my first fantasy story! I've always harbored a love for this genre, and now I’m excited to share my own journey through it. I eagerly anticipate your thoughts, and constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you spot any errors, I’d be grateful for your help in correcting them. Please note: The story features straight couples alongside the main LGBTQ+ pairing, so be sure to check the tags for more information. To any future critics, while respectful feedback is welcomed, I won’t tolerate baseless hate against my characters or story. I have a spirited defense ready, so consider this a fair wwarning Thank you for stopping by! I hope you'll give this book a chance, and if you enjoy it, I’d love your support through comments, votes, and gifts as we embark on this thrilling adventure together.

Grief is an anchor, but the current pulls you forward anyway. Castin thought he had lost everything—until the night a talking rat arrived with an invitation. Drawn into the underground city of Rat City, where rodents rule and the past is more than just a memory, Castin must navigate a kingdom built from the discarded and forgotten. But beneath the flickering lights and labyrinthine tunnels, something stirs. Secrets lurk in the shadows, old wounds refuse to heal, and a war is brewing between those who would protect the city and those who seek to control it. And Castin? He might be the key to it all.

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan wakes up in a mysterious world, bound by a curse that clouds his judgment and forces him into choices he never wanted to make. Struggling with guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the consequences of his actions while uncovering the truth behind the curse and his place in this strange new reality.

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

[WSA 2025 Entry] [Congratulations! Sage Candidate, your Firm Steps have evolved into [Earth Steps] Rune] [Congratulations! Sage Candidate, your Limitless Tyranny evolved into [Tyrant Sword] Rune] Leon, a broken man who dies after losing everything to an incurable disease. From the ashes of despair, a black flicker of light ignites a life in another world. A world of Warriors, Exorcists and Sages. Demons and Ghost ran rampant in this world. Leon soon found that he was surrounded by them in his daily life. And what's even worse is that he must face the eight trials of hell in another world to awaken the eight Main Runes of Chakra while confronting his flaws. [Slave]: The humblest of slaves, bound to servitude. To rise as an Emperor, you must first live and understand the life of a slave. [Farmer]: The most ordinary of farmers. To sow seeds of greatness, you must toil in the fields. [Con-Artist]: In 1990s Europe, walk the path of deception and live a lifetime as a con-artist. [Librarian]: ... This is the story written in blood, a path to insanity or Godhood? (Story starts off slow but it will pick up pace after 20 ch, also there are plot twist after plot twist so buckle your seatbelt and get ready for a wild ride.) Note: No NTR, No Yuri, No BL . Reddit link: https://www.reddit.com/r/Tyrant_Emperor/s/3p8Z8f4xhB Discord link: https://discord.gg/Z8K6w3xK7m

'Hmmmm...so I just have to witness the skill being used to copy it...then I can evolve this skill ten times it's initial power?' Nox was skeptical as he looked at the screen flickering on his retina. I mean, how was something so insane even possible? Copying a skill itself was very bad-assed, and you mean to say he could evolved the copied Skill ten times it's initial power, exponentially surpassing the original owner? Why would the gods let such broken talent even exist? 'Well it's just one way to find out...' Luckily just then, he saw two powerfull beings fighting mid air. Their fight sent shockwaves billowing in all directions, causing Nox to take a couple of Steps back. At that moment, he activated his talent... [Mimicry activated!] [Target: Cosmic Entity Arkea - Successfully copied Skill "Gravity Manipulation"!] [Description: Gravity Manipulation Creates a localized gravity field, slowing enemies within a 5-meter radius by 20% for 5 seconds.] [Upgrading Gravity Manipulation 10x!] [Ding! You have Awaken Gravitational Singularity!] [Description: Gravitational Singularity Creates a singularity that pulls in enemies within a 20-meter radius, dealing 5,000 damage and stunning them for 5 seconds. Allies within the area gain a 30% damage boost for 10 seconds.] [Do you wish to keep this skill or bestow it to your Pet?] "No fucking way!" Nox exclaimed in shock. "I-its real!"

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

-WSA 2025 Entry- The world is separated into three realms: Aegaryn, Terranis, and Abyssion. Terranis and Abyssion realms have been in disharmony as the Demon King of Abyssion aims to overthrow all the other realms. In the tackling of this and to help the humans of Terranis defend themselves from the demons, A street orphan becomes a sacrifice in a summoning ritual for an S-rank beast. But he is given a golden opportunity of a lifetime as he is transmigrated into a hyena. Guided by a mysterious system that helps him unlock his boundless potential, he evolves with each rank upgrade, a feat no one of his kind has ever known. His journey is one of transformation, both in form and spirit. Each evolution brings new powers and challenges as he is summoned into deadly wars, cruel betrayals, and battles that threaten the very balance of the realms. Along his journey, he meets a summoner whose kindness and ideals are a stark contrast to all the summoners that he had met previously. Unlike the others, she treated him differently. Gave him a name. Through her, he begins to question his path, torn between his primal instincts and the flickering remnants of his humanity. But as the Demon God stirs in the shadows, threatening to collapse the realms into chaos, he must rise to face his ultimate destiny. To protect those who matter, to shatter the chains of servitude, and to ascend to the pinnacle of power—Ash must embrace his boundless evolution and become a force unlike any the realms have ever seen. Chapter uploads are either: Once per day with a 1500+words chapter Or twice a day with two 1000+words chapter And then we have specials and stuff but those are still being planned :) (the cover will be updated once in a while)

Ironbound delves into the brutal reality of a life bound by violence and the flicker of hope that even the most broken can rise. Set against a backdrop of a broken world, where the weak are discarded, For Kain, survival is only the beginning. And every chain can be broken, if the will is strong enough.

Mates are supposed to protect you. Love you. Choose you. On the day of Sloane’s long-awaited mating ceremony, her world shatters. When the pack is attacked by vicious rouges, Her mate and pack alpha is forced to choose between his mate Sloane and his first love, Celeste. Sloane’s sister. Ryan’s doesn’t hesitate to choose Celeste, and Sloane’s left to die in the brutal attack. Sloane barely survives, only to wake up to a far greater nightmare. Framed for betrayal. Stripped of her title. Banished. But the goddess is done with her yet.. As she’s dragged to the borders, Alpha Kael returns. The true heir. The ruthless warrior and Ryland’s older brother. The moment he lays eyes on Sloane, his wolf growls one undeniable word: Mate. Kael has returned to reclaim what’s his—his pack, his title, and now, her. But Sloane has learned the hard way that mates can betray, and this time, she refuses to be weak. Because if Kael truly wants her, he’ll have to fight for her. ~~~~~~ “Help me..” Sloane slurred, she barely felt the pain—her body was numb, her hands trembled as she pressed them against her stomach. Something is wrong. but she couldn’t… Her vision blurred and then she heard footsteps, heavy and desperate. She lifted her gaze and saw him, her mate. “Ryland…” She lifts her hand weakly, reaching for him. He’s here. He can save her. Ryland’s gaze lands on her, his face pale as he takes in the blood staining her dress. His jaw clenches. For a second, she thinks he’s going to come for her. But then his eyes shift. Past her. To the figure trapped behind her. Celeste. Sloane watched in horror as everything about him changed. The tightness in his expression melts away, replaced with relief. Ryland rushes past Sloane like she’s nothing. Drops to his knees before Celeste. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” His voice is full of warmth—love. A love he never had for Sloane. Ryland grabbed her hand instantly, holding it like she’s his entire world. Sloane couldn’t breathe. “Ryland,” she chokes out, her body shaking. “Please… help me. Our baby..” He doesn’t even look at her. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Celeste. I should have chosen you from the start.” He picked her up, ready to walk away. Sloan tried one last time, her voice weak. “Ryland….please..” Ryland paused to look at her, his gaze flickered to the blood that trickled down her legs then walked away with Celeste clinging unto his arm.

Ash Mercier has always been good at understanding people what they want, what they fear, what makes them tick. It’s not magic. Just observation, pattern recognition, a skill sharpened over years of watching the world with cold, detached clarity. He thought he had life figured out. Until one night, something shifts. It starts small. A street that feels too quiet. A flickering light that shouldn’t matter. A strange feeling he can’t shake. Coincidence. Imagination. That’s what he tells himself. But the moments keep piling up. The city around him feels… wrong. The people, the places things he’s known his whole life suddenly feel unfamiliar, like a script he’s no longer following. Ash has spent his life reading people apart, staying in control, always one step ahead. But now, for the first time, he’s starting to wonder has he ever truly been in control at all?

Long ago, the world of New Xebris thrived under the divine guidance of the Great Xebris and the watchful protection of Netra, the First Human. But paradise was not meant to last. Betrayed and slain by the legendary 7 Xebrisrosa, Netra's fall plunged the world into chaos. Now, 200 years later, the once-prosperous realm lies in ruin, ruled by tyrannical kings who serve the monstrous Xebrisrosa. In the heart of this dark age—the Fallen Angel Age—a rebellious spark flickers in a young boy named Zero. Living under the oppressive rule of King Deil, Zero dreams of freedom, unaware that destiny has greater plans for him. When an act of defiance shakes the foundations of his city, Zero is thrust into a brutal world of power, secrets, and an age-old struggle between light and darkness. As whispers of rebellion spread and ancient mysteries begin to resurface, the truth buried within New Xebris may hold the key to salvation—or its ultimate destruction. But who will rise to challenge the gods of this fallen world? And at what cost? The story of New Xebris is far from over… It has only just begun.

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated. [Awaiting the gods’ response...] He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always. [The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.] Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”. He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had. But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world. Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer! *** Discord Link: https://discord.gg/bjetmPER5p

A heroic tale. A knight in shining armor. A mage who can obliterate the world with just a flick of a finger. A mysterious rogue that moves like a shadow. A goddess so stunning and wise, shining upon the world and giving humanity a flicker of hope in the darkest times. Yeah, you’re not getting that here. Instead, let me introduce you to my squad—ahem, I mean, the Hero's Backup Squad! The unsung, overworked, questionably competent crew that works behind the scenes to make sure the real "heroes" don’t trip over their own destiny and die before they actually save the world. Hah! Do you really think heroes always win? That they magically save the world, have crazy strong powers, never die before the final battle, and somehow pull off the impossible every time? Yeah. That’s because the gods upstairs hire others to make sure things don’t go off track. That’s what we do. The invisible fixers, the divine crisis management team, the ones patching up the hero’s dumb mistakes before it happen while they get all the glory. Not that I’m bitter about it. (Okay, maybe a little.) I’m supposed to give a proper introduction here, but honestly? I don’t, I—ugh. You know what? Just read it. You’ll see. Sincerely, Goddess Yuna Keeper of the Subdivision of Heroic Affairs (And Unpaid Babysitter of Questionable Recruits)

Jakarta, the city that never sleeps, is suddenly engulfed in an eerie silence. On a night darker than usual, twelve teenagers—Aisyah, Delisha, Gathan, Jasmine, Abib, Arka, Nafisah, Nizam, Azzam, Queensha, Seno, and Sagena—sense that something is terribly wrong. Strange disturbances unfold around them: phone signals vanish, power flickers out, distant echoes of unknown sounds fill the air, and massive shadows move through the now-deserted city. Computer screens flicker with unsettling images, news broadcasts abruptly cut off with ominous warnings, and a slow, deliberate knocking resonates at their doors. All signs point to one thing—this is no ordinary night. Jakarta has changed, and they must brace themselves for something far more terrifying than they ever imagined.

Eternal Storm: Volume 1 – The Awakening Aryan Verma used to belong. A bright student with close friends, he had a future—until he failed his 11th-grade finals. Now, he walks the halls of Blue Rigid Academy as an outsider, a ghost among those who once knew him. His best friend, Rishi, no longer acknowledges him. Anaya, the girl he secretly admired, looks right through him. The whispers follow him everywhere. Then, one night, the sky fractures. A burning light tears across the heavens, crashing into the forest with an impact that shakes the ground. Something calls to Aryan from the wreckage—a black necklace, pulsing like a heartbeat. The moment his fingers brush against it, searing pain rips through his body. The world fades. And when he wakes, nothing is the same. The necklace refuses to come off. His body hums with energy, his emotions sending waves of unseen power into the air. Then, the first spark. The first storm. A suit of impossible design forms around him, flickering like a shadow in the wind. It feels familiar. Like it was waiting for him. But power never comes without a price. The dreams start soon after—whispers from something unseen. Warnings of a storm yet to come. And somewhere, far beyond the stars, something stirs. Watching. Waiting. Moving. The artifact has awakened. And so has its hunter. Now, the hunt begins. A force unlike anything Earth has ever seen is coming for him, relentless and unstoppable. There will be no warning. No escape. And when it arrives, Aryan will have only two choices—fight for his life or be erased from existence. He thought he had already lost everything. But the real nightmare is just beginning. The storm has begun.

Ding! {You've awakened the Echo System.} Scarlett Jerkins' dream was simple: wealth and the freedom to indulge. But when she let love in, she regretted it as her life was brutally cut short by her husband's family, ending a six-month coma but fate had other plans. Scarlett's eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar world, guided by an enigmatic system that revealed her new reality: an apocalypse world where monsters born from history deceased roamed free. She discovered that she was among the chosen members chosen by the system destined to save humanity. But this newfound purpose felt like a curse. Having escaped death only to face it again was a cruel twist of fate. And to make matters worse, her life was now tied to Garvin Johnson, her former rude, spoilt brat boss, whom she must protect at all costs. As she navigates this treacherous realm, she must confronts twisted creatures born from history's deceased. With the three elements at her command, she must gather resources, slay monsters, and safeguard Garvin. Scarlett's drive for survival becomes a quest for redemption, fueled by her past traumas and newfound purpose. As stakes escalate, Scarlett and Garvin face impossible choices, forging alliances with other chosen members who were handsome men and confronting enemies in a desperate bid to ensure humanity's survival.

In a city where neon lights flicker amidst the shadows of towering skyscrapers, an ancient prophecy whispers of a forgotten destiny. Xuan Xingli awakens in a dark alley—without memories, without a past, yet burdened with an unfathomable power. A crimson glow flickers in her eyes, data streams flood her mind, and a system’s cold voice welcomes her to the Absolute Evolution Program. But who is she? Why does the image of a silver-haired girl with violet eyes haunt her fragmented thoughts? As secrets unravel, Xingli finds herself entangled in a web of cybernetic conspiracies, ancient relics, and forces beyond human comprehension. The key to everything—the Mysterious Hairpin—holds the truth of her existence, yet also the path to destruction. And then, there is Luo Chenxi. Enigmatic, dangerous, mesmerizing. She walks between light and shadow, an ethereal being who knows far more than she reveals. Their fates intertwine like the threads of a celestial loom, pulling them toward a revelation that could shatter the very fabric of reality. In a world where past and future collide, where love and power entwine, the path ahead is uncertain. But one thing is certain—once she steps forward, there is no turning back.