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**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● My tears fell in silence, without even daring to sob… until his tall shadow fell across the threshold. He stepped inside. Slowly. Heavily. His eyes… locked onto mine. The same eyes people said carried the scent of blood, burdened with a dark and haunted past. I was afraid of him… everyone was afraid of him. And yet, I was certain that behind that predatory gaze, another truth existed. His fingers, trembling with hesitation, reached for my face. His touch was so gentle that it was hard to believe those same hands had once clenched the cold hilt of a Jiàn (剑), [a double-edged Chinese sword]. He stared into my eyes… but he did not see me. I could sense it. His gaze passed straight through me. With longing, he pulled me against his chest, as though he wished to chain my soul to his own. That was when I heard it; the fierce, thunderous beat of his heart beside my ear. My fear dissolved. I was calm. I clutched at his clothes and found stillness in the chill of his embrace... in the arms of the devil! He carried secrets too heavy for the earth to bury, and perhaps some men are better left forgotten!

En un mundo donde los dioses gobiernan con puño de hierro, un alma rebelde decide desafiar el orden divino. Cuando el destino lo empuja a alzarse contra el mismísimo cielo, descubre que la verdadera lucha no es solo por el poder, sino por la libertad. ¿Podrá cambiar el curso del universo o será otra víctima del destino?

How to survive as a summoner.

Book 1: Blood Has A Memory Genre: Dark Fantasy / Grimdark Subgenre: Psychological Low Fantasy Sold for a single dark coin, Balt is carved into a perfect weapon. In a world rotten to its core, he must choose: remain a tool for others, or become the architect of his own grim fate. This is the chronicle of a slave, an instrument, and a shattered man who still holds the power to choose.

Ancient powers have turned their gaze toward the Great Tomb, viewing Nazarick not as a wonder, but as a corruption to be purged. Simultaneously, Ainz Ooal Gown has finally unearthed the truth behind Shalltear’s brainwashing: the Slane Theocracy. Consumed by a cold, absolute rage, the Supreme One decrees the total erasure of their nation, history, and existence. Unaware of the encroaching despair, the Theocracy hunts for their trump card, the "Extra Seat," within the Elven Capital. As the storm descends, will six centuries of human supremacy crumble into ash? Will their gods answer their prayers, or will the world merely watch their inevitable annihilation? Continuing the saga from where Volume 16 left off, this fan-written work explores the untold events of Overlord Volume 17. #overlord #Ainz #fanfic #overlord #Overlord #overlord_fanfiction #overlord_volume17 #dark_Fantacy #Fantasy #horror #villain #anti-hero #Theocracy #Nazarick #Ainz_Ooal_Gown #Magic #NPC #Zesshi_Zetsumei #Ainz #MMORPG #Shalltear #Albedo #Demiurge #Sorcerer_King #YGGDRASIL #Aura #Mare #kill #Fanfiction #ANTIHERO

What differentiates a human from a demon? What differentiates a moral person from an immoral person? Do good intentions make a person good? Clusius also asked similar questions.

Nikki, who died in an accidental car accident, travelled to Marvel with the same divine physique and divine skills as the Rimuru. You have artificial intelligence, I have the Great Sage! You can summon lightning, I can prey on everything! You have unparalleled talent, I can unify everything! Let's see how Rimuru dominates the Marvel universe! To read more, you can check on my patreon page; https://patreon.com/zeaser

He believes he is the chosen of Voros, the God of Slaughter. In truth, he is the host of something far colder. Kael was born a servant in the frozen hell of Blackstone Keep. A nobody destined to die in the mud. But when a silent, mechanical interface awakened before his eyes, Kael mistook its cold efficiency for divine intervention. It does not speak. It does not guide. It simply opens the door. Through this silent System, Kael projects his consciousness across the multiverse, inhabiting bodies in worlds beyond imagination. In one life, he is a Drifter in the lawless West, where the difference between life and death is measured in milliseconds. In another, he is a Grandmaster of Martial Arts, etching ancient breathing techniques into his very marrow. In a third, he...(To be determined) He lives a thousand lives in his sleep, and wakes up with thousand of skills. While Knights and Mages pray for power, Kael takes it. He believes he is building an altar to a dark god. But he is building something far more dangerous: Himself.

Erwin reincarnated into chaos. As the only son of the crumbling Cavendish mafia family, he used the ruthlessness and strategies from his past life to pull them back from the brink of destruction. He secured their empire, silenced their enemies, and prepared for a life of luxury and power. Then, an old man with a white beard with a letter knocked on his door. It wasn't just 1990s England. It was the world of Harry Potter. But Erwin didn't panic. He adapted. With his arrival came the Reputation System—a cheat code that turns fame and fear into power. ... [System: Reputation Gained. Draw Initiated...] [Spell Drawn: Wingardium Leviosa (Mastery)] [Curse Drawn: Reducto (Shattered to Pieces)] [Gold Reward: Fantastic Beast Affinity (Legendary)] [Purple-Tier Reward: The Unforgivable Curse Set] ... Erwin isn't here to play schoolboy games. He is here to rewrite the hierarchy. Pure-blood supremacy? Sacred Twenty-Eight? "The wizarding world only needs one true noble house," Erwin declares, swirling his wine. "And that is the House of Cavendish." He is turning Hogwarts into his own criminal empire. Hermione: "To serve the Cavendish family is not servitude; it is the highest honor of my life." Luna: "The Nargles were wrong... the light didn't fade. It just belongs to Mr. Erwin now." Years later, when Voldemort finally resurrects and calls upon his dark army, he stands stunned in a silent graveyard. "Can anyone tell me," the Dark Lord whispers, "why all my Death Eaters are kneeling before a Cavendish?" ... [Slytherin House + Timeless Elegance + Ruthless Ambition]

Stories are told of worlds at the brink of damnation. Some get saved and others break. In those stories many heroes are traversing to fight to defeat the evil. But at what cost? What remains of those worlds that fail and perish? What about the heroes that get discarded and abandoned? DISCLAIMER: This may be a rather harsh read. So people are forewarned.

Sol wakes up one day inside his favorite novel. Although as an extra he finds it extremely nice and comfortable that is until he starts to recognize that the heroines and female leads seem more attached to him than usual. Follow Sol as he tries to survive his life in this new world where nothing is going according to the original story.

Join Dorn as he flees authorities in the divided city of Prelm and runs headlong into the nearby megadungeon. First four posts will be setup/flavor, then character/world-building commences.

"Manila is sinking. Not only in flood, but in blood." In an alternate universe, the Philippines is drowning in terror. A wave of brutal, unexplainable murders sweeps across the nation-so grotesque that rumors begin to spread of a hidden society of cannibals, an underground order that feasts on human flesh. When the sun disappears from Manila's skyline, creatures emerge from the shadows of narrow alleyways-beings addicted to blood and raw meat. They move among ordinary people with hollow stomachs and predatory eyes, hunting for their next prey. Some are descendants of ancient cannibal tribes from the Visayas. Others come from forgotten clans in the western lands. And now, they are all converging on Manila. A 18-year-old student activist, obsessed with exposing the truth behind her mother's murder, begins investigating the rising body count-only to find herself stalked by the shadows that poison him with a mysterious curse. A 36-year-old former NBI investigator, broken by the slaughter of his entire family, is recruited into a secret organization created by the President-an underground force sworn to purge the darkness spreading across the city. A battle-scarred supersoldier turned CIA agent is deployed to the Philippines to investigate a charismatic megachurch pastor linked to mass murders committed by a Filipino-American community in California. His past wars have hardened him... but the horrors he finds here ignite a new obsession. Bound by fate, the unlikely trio must uncover the truth behind the killings before the entire nation is swallowed whole by the coming darkness- a darkness born not only from its own soil, but from distant lands drifting in with deadly intent.

“Screwing ladies over and serving retribution on them is my main aim; let redemption be damned.” Tony, a very brilliant, hot, and hardworking young man, lived a hard life. Anything he wanted came only when he struggled hard to get it. Even love. And when he finally found love and trust, he was stabbed in the back very painfully. It so happened that his lovely and well-trusted newly wedded wife, whom he had sacrificed his job for, never had any respect nor dignity for their marriage and cheated on him in the worst way that broke his soul. After a horrible death that followed, Tony reincarnated into a new host and a new world, and due to his broken soul, he awakened a forbidden system... one that was: [A Maniacal System: A Path of Retribution With the Endgame of Redemption] [Seduce the corrupt] [Expose their hypocrisy] [Deliver instant karmic backlash] [Strip them of wealth and pride] [Force them to face what they inflict on men] [And redeem them… if they survive themselves] This system gave him a chance to get revenge on ladies, ladies that have no respect for love and trust, for marriages, and those that love to ruin men like he was ruined. Now Tony, in the body of Tom, plays the role of a playboy, seducing and screwing over milfs, young ladies, vixen ladies, green witches, and all who treat love like a toy, trust like trash, and men like stepping stones. But the system has one fatal flaw: It is maniacal and .twisted, and every mission completed makes Tony stronger while breaking his soul even further. Now he walks a razor-thin path between vengeance and obliteration… And only one question remains: Will he conquer the system, or will the Maniacal System consume him first?

When Demons climb out of the Abyss, wearing human skin, and walk among you and me— Power is never free. Its price can be quantified. Paid in memories. In flesh. In sanity. What will you give? How much will you pay? When the Blood Moon rises twice over the earth, Demons are born from human madness. Raphael was once the youngest agent of the Southern Federation. He was betrayed, hunted, and left to die by the D-Fraternity. But he did not die. He returned from hell after trading his memories and body. Signing a contract with Demons in exchange for power. Now, this city will be his hunting ground. And he swore— to send Demons back to hell.

Hell and Heaven have locked horns in an eternal conflict spanning countless ages. For eons, both sides have scoured the realms for a single opportunity—a way to shatter this endless, agonizing stalemate. The emergence of Humanity finally offered that glimmer of hope: a chance for one side to claim total victory and cast the other into oblivion. Now, the mortal realm has become the ultimate chessboard for the High Heavens and the Burning Hells. It is a world where weakness is not a misfortune, but a sin; a world teeming with reckless fools and chaotic meddlers who stir the ashes of war. Yet, within this crucible of suffering lies infinite possibility. This is a new world. This is the world of Diablo.

A dying man who's given a chance at a new life, even if it is at the hand of the devil itself. Eliot vale a dying man in the hospital bed was given a choice, die and retain your humanity, or survive and your humanity dies. He told them fuck them, "you don't know me, I will still be me at the end of the day, so deal" he shake hands with the devil. Some may say he made a wrong choice, but he will blame it on the fact that they didn't have to live in the hospital with their body connected to life support for almost half of their life, with the constant beeping sound and the hospital ceiling. He become an agent for the soul arbitration system, a job that is very demonic, but is only hope at a new life.

Death was supposed to be the end. For Loyed Stoner, it was an invitation. Betrayed by the woman he loved and murdered beneath a moonlit skyline, Loyed awakens not in an afterlife but in an ancient tomb—face to face with Elisia Grandore, the sealed Infinity Witch. Bound by divine chains and bored beyond eternity, she offers him a pact not for his soul but for something far rarer: entertainment. Armed with power that has slain kings, demon lords, and heroes alike, Loyed is given a choice: fade into nothing, or seize a power capable of reshaping destiny itself. As Loyed walks a world of magic, monsters, and endless war eventually adopting the name Nova—he learns that power always demands a price, and the deeper he sinks into darkness, the harder it becomes to remember who he was before the blade answered his call. This is the story of a man who died weak… and rose determined to remake a world he knew nothing about—no matter the cost. Warning: Dark fantasy with violence, gore, morally grey characters, and supernatural themes. Reader discretion advised. [Nova Chronicles is not a rush-to-power story. It focuses on atmosphere, character psychology, and long-term buildup. Payoff exists, but it’s earned. If you’re here for depth over speed, welcome.] discord: https://discord.gg/G7rfAuFG4

There existed a world where people can achieve the impossible through belief and spirituality. However, it wasn't easy for any wish to come true. People have to go through trials and hardship; often, they have been the reason for their untimely demise. Yet, swarms of people still try to succeed, going to the extent of stepping on each other's corpses... Just across the continent where magic was forbidden, a man arrives through an unknown portal. Blessed (or cursed?) with the role to serve fate and help it fulfill each person's destiny, how will his journey unravel? And what mysteries will it uncover?

A man from the 21st century opens his eyes in Rome in 87 BC and discovers that he can clone himself without limit. In a time of chaos and ambition, he will use his ability to survive, crush his rivals, and build a power that could change the fate of Rome.