antihero

Bu dünyada güç, tanrılardan dilenilmez; kandan sökülüp alınır. Kael Vael'thra, bir lanetle doğduğunu sanıyordu. Bedenindeki mana o kadar yoğun ve ağırdı ki, tek bir kıvılcım bile kemiklerini yakmaya yetiyordu. Hayatta kalmak için gücünü mühürlemek, kendini dünyanın en zayıf insanı gibi göstermek zorundaydı. Ancak kader, zayıflara merhamet etmez. Köşeye sıkıştığında ve ölümle yüzleştiğinde Kael, içindeki kilidi kırmak zorunda kalacak. O, büyücüler gibi elementleri bükmüyor; o, varlığıyla (Aura) uzayı büküyor. Sıradan insanlar seviye atlar. Kael Vael'thra ise evrimleşir. İnsanlıktan, "Kızıl Soy"un zirvesindeki o yırtıcıya dönüşüm başladı.

Rejected by the world that killed his mother, Sammail embraces death… only to be greeted by a presence older than time itself. Cold. Merciless. Wicked. Not an angel of mercy—but the first to defy God. The fallen one has reached for him, and with that touch, nothing will ever be the same.

WARNING : CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA. DISCRETION IS ESSENTIAL. In the gloaming of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood. Yet within that predatory stare, truth had faded; as though time had lurched backwards to breathe life into an old memory wearing the shape of this girl. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's grey eyes and, with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest and buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her— not to recognise this stranger, but to reclaim a soul that, in this merciless resemblance, had somehow found its way home again. The girl, eyes wet and body frozen with fear, heard the sound of a mountain collapsing beside her ear. Her terror melted into the raw clarity of his grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of his embrace…

Humanity is about to be helped. Auggie is the one who has to decide what that costs. Taken without warning by an alien civilization preparing to intervene on Earth, Auggie learns that survival is easy to optimize—and much harder to make ethical. As she advises forces far more powerful than humanity, she discovers that the most dangerous thing to remove from a system isn’t chaos. It’s dignity. A slow-burn science fiction serial about consent, control, and what it really means to save a world.

This is a work of dark fantasy intended for a mature audience. It explores complex and often distressing themes, including: · Moral and Psychological Violence( not meaningless horror; everything has a purpose) · Divine Punishment & Existential Horror · Forbidden and Obsessive Relationships · Trauma, Sacrifice, and Emotional Manipulation The story contains a central queer romantic dynamic, but it is not a tale of easy romance. It is a slow-burn tragedy where love is intertwined with power, curse, and cosmic law—often manifesting as possession, obsession, and silent, devastating devotion. Reader discretion is advised. if you're sure , welcome♡ "Only one may breathe... and it will be you." —Lord Qīngyuán Centuries ago, a 5th class god fell from the Five Heart gem Heaven Official, leaving him wrapped in only a curse named System Tearstone. The cursed game is simple, yet hard. Only one soul—the red or blue Tearstone—will win the Violet Throne. To do so, he must kill everyone he cares for who are the selected Tearstones . The System begins again from someone's desparatiom. But this time, it will not wait. It will make this the last lifetime of waiting. The Earth Lord himself will be a part of it. Now, the present will be a battlefield wrapped in blood, and the forgotten pasts will be the knife and spice upon the wound. Will he— Jiǎng Língxi live through the same cycle again, just to keep his loved one with him ? Or will he return to his very first home, to the story which started before he even learned it, to write a painless life for the one he loves? Will he forgive the common people who were once the needles that made him bleed? And... will he ever love the one who was the creator of the curse? Welcome to the other side of the Tearstone universe where a curse that learned to feel, a prisoner who decided to break the game, and a judge who realized his highest law was love.

☀️ The Sixth Sun Rises in Blood and Iron What is the Sixth Sun? According to Mexica prophecy, the world has lived through five great eras — five suns — each ending in catastrophe. The Sixth Sun is the age of rebirth, forged in blood, fire, and will. It is not granted. It is taken. ⸻ Ehecatl was just fifteen — a youth of the Mexica people — when he died. Or so it seemed. In truth, the mind behind those eyes belongs to a 21st-century Mexican-American man. He had a good life: family, comfort, freedom. But in his heart burned a fascination with the ancient Mexica — what others call the Aztecs. Like many dream of Rome or the Viking age, he yearned for the days of obsidian blades and pyramids rising above the lakes of Tenochtitlan. He got his wish. Reborn in the body of a boy on the edge of history, he quickly learns that the world he idolized is nothing like the myths — it’s brutal, beautiful, and unforgiving. This is not a romanticized empire. This is a land where survival is earned with blood, where gods demand sacrifice, and where ideals will break before they bend. ⸻ Now he faces a choice: Cling to modern morals and perish… —or evolve and conquer. With only one advantage — a mind that works like Google and Ai— he begins a ruthless campaign of survival, strategy, and statecraft. He will not just survive the birth of the Sixth Sun. He will shape it.

"Now you see?" she shouted in a tone that was somewhere between annoyance and disappointment. "You can’t outsmart Scrients! They’re the most intelligent beings across the two realms!" "You’re right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a solemn sigh. "I made a mistake. I was arrogant to think a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "...Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I’m not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait! You can’t. I killed them all." --- My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid and pointless scuffle. And in the middle of it, I tripped and smacked my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in… Memories of a different life. Memories of another world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First: I was inside a game I used to play in my past life. Second: I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool, mysterious, tragic kind either! No, I was the worst kind of cliché — a spoiled, insufferable, and arrogant young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. You know the type! The one everyone hates. The one the hero would beat into the ground to show everyone just how strong and righteous he is. Yeah. I was that guy! My fate was to be a stepping stone for the main characters, be manipulated by a Demon Prince, and die a dog's death. And the hero? The hero was the same kid I’d been bullying all this time. The one I just got into a fight with. He was supposed to be the savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And waiting at the end of it all was the final antagonist. The unbeatable nightmare. …The Spirit King. But could I even make it to the end? Could I really survive in a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that had now become my reality? “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could. But I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, altering the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains long before they could become threats — nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected by my actions? Excellent! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me. My survival. My life. My choices. “I’ll live this life with no regrets.” ...But as I soon discovered, fate wasn't so easily changed. And the price of rewriting your destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR

Lancelot was many things, but he was never strong. Now, after a harrowing tragedy, his goal of revenge requires an untold amount of strength. Everyone will pay, he was indiscriminate. Though, will he be strong enough? Will he succeed, or will he be cut down and forgotten? It won't matter. He was worthless, inconsequential to the plans of anyone who actually mattered. .... Except one.

He lived for revenge. Now he has to learn how to live. After ten years of carving through Tokyo’s underworld, Akaza dies in a explosion. Ending his war finally. But in the afterlife, a talking divine dog appears with an offer from the gods. Rebirth. In any world of his choosing. Akaza chooses My Hero Academia. Armed with a powerful combat Quirk and his deadly instincts, he enters a world of heroes and villains with only one goal, to live freely, for himself this time. His sister’s final words still echo: "Stop carrying my burden. Live. Fight. Be free." And so begins his second life. No masters. No mercy. No regrets. AN:- HE IS NOT AKAZA(Demon Slayers), Have a similar name and kind of similar powers Support me on my patreon:- Search up Joe_Mama p@treon on google.

In a world where abilities are common and survival is not, power decides who gets remembered—and who gets buried early. Daiso Reveles is weak. Born into poverty with a teleportation ability that barely works, he isn’t the fastest, strongest, or most gifted among the children drafted into squads that fight humanity’s wars. Every jump hurts. Every mistake costs lives. While bloodline prodigies rise and legends are born, Daiso learns something else: How to arrive first. How to stay when others retreat. How to choose people over outcomes. As the world escalates toward open conflict—villains evolving, cities collapsing, and observers refusing to intervene—Daiso becomes a quiet constant in battles that shouldn’t be survivable. He is never meant to be the strongest. He is meant to be remembered. Stillness, Before It Breaks is a dark action series about potential, consequence, and what it costs to hold the line when the world keeps moving forward.

Centuries ago, a new kind of curse system was created to punish the 5th class god named Jiǎng Língxi—now wearing the skin of a powerful mortal Dàozǔ from the Méi Rén Sect. The curse was named System Tearstone. The curse had no form, only a red gem floating in a dark fog. Then it met a perfectly broken yet unbreakable child named Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to the pure soul’s revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become the 5th god itself. But cool ice always melts, today or tomorrow. The curse system itself is also cursed. So will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence by destroying the curse—or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author’s Note : The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please don’t be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel— even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my tearstones— something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. warning : System Tearstone is a dark fantasy series intended for a mature audience. It contains scenes of violence, psychological trauma, and disturbing themes.

"Should I Save the World or Start the Apocalypse? what the fuck is wrong with this class?" ----- With the descent of the apocalypse and the emergence of the Tower upon the world, humanity was pushed to the brink of extinction — but with the help of something that called itself the Mother System, they managed to survive. At the age of 16, teenages can go through the Awakening process and gain a class, allowing them to fight against Beasts Of Corruption and protect the world from them and the dungeons. Daniel hadn’t even Awakened… More precisely, he was labeled as talentless. His only concern was protecting his genius sister. Until one day, during a dimensional break, he sacrifices his life to save her… And on the edge of death, a new Awakening begins. [The Mother System has sensed your will.] [Awakening begins.] [Awakening successful.] [Class Name: The Fallen Priest] [Rank: SSS] [Innate Talent: Blood of God] The blood running through his veins now belongs to a god. And with that blood, he can control any living being. Not only that but he also can copy their talents ... The one who was once mocked by everyone… Now even the legendary dragons, known as the strongest race in the Tower, bow before him and follow his will. ----- Discord : https://discord.gg/jASWQE7xK

Alexander sank deeper into the salty river that fed into the Ocean. his wound bleeding into the ocean, despite the cauterizing burn from the quarter sized hole. 'No, please. Not like this. Not when everything was working out. Quin, Seraphina, Grey, I'm so sorry. every time I try to fix things.. I should have know not to trust those rich bastards. I swear to any god that will listen, give me a break, will you!' Alexander replayed the moment of the attack. Kahawai stood over Alexander with the golden flame threatening to blast him. the spell was a low first tier spell using fire and air to condense and increase in power enough to melt metal. "You're joking, right Kahawai. You cant just hit me with that. I'm only ranked F. Your going to kill me." He flinched, taking a step backwards. the edge of the dock making him step forward again. "You have no one to blame but yourself, Alexander. This world is unforgiving and I cannot have you as a weak link. This is to important! Survive this and you will prove you are ready. If you cant then you will die here. Better her than getting the rest of us killed later." Kahawai held his spell at Alexander, firing at his center. 'I wont die, not like this!' A swirl of darkness took him further down into the river, swallowing him. Do you wish to live? 'Yes!' Will you serve? 'Yes, as long as I can live with my family. Anything.' Then I have found you. The soothing voice faded, releasing the darkness around him. A mass of darkness flooded round Alexander, slightly different from the magical darkness. it covered his body and entered the wound and into his body. 'User found, initiating repair function. greeting user. Hello host, you may call us, Lunaris.'

Marlon, your typical bullied high school kid, fell into a pit on Earth and climbed out into Arden, a brutal world overrun by demonic beasts, monsters, and deadly extraterrestrial creatures that threatened humanity. In this world, humans could wield the apocalyptic energy called Aether to unlock systems and awaken supernatural talents to fend against the calamities. But Marlon’s new life began as that of a weakling, a laughing stock among everyone. Until fate handed him a rare, extraordinary talent: Absolute Attack. From a powerless outcast, he rose to become a heaven-shaking hero, his fists alone wielding unimaginable abilities—amplifying strength, healing wounds, bending reality, and even creating worlds. ===== Join Discord: https://discord.gg/AMzKCWZp2x ===== Goals 100 Powerstones = 2 Extra Chapter 100 Golden ticket = 5 Extra Chapters Gifts = 1 Bonus Chapter per 1000 coins spent in gifts

After an accidental death, Han Li regained consciousness only to find himself reincarnated in the world of Douluo Continent. Because of his arrival, an unknown surge of high dimensional information flooded the plane, causing its consciousness to awaken prematurely and somehow, it ended up bonded to him. Now, he found himself in the unexpected role of "father" to this newly conscious world. A dual form martial soul that could shift between twin blades and a bow, and a gradually awakening plane consciousness looming behind him, Han Li fell into deep thought. Should he become a bringer of chaos? should he be a champion of justice? As for becoming Huo Yuhao? Hah. What a joke. His knees were naturally stiff he couldn’t kneel even if he wanted to. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen  

An Invincible retelling following a protagonist who already knows the timeline — and isn’t afraid to cross lines to survive and protect what actually matters. This is my story, my take, and I chose to put it out there. If that bothers you, write your own or keep it moving. Disclaimer: I do not own Invincible, its characters, or any part of the original universe created by Robert Kirkman, Cory Walker, or the Amazon Prime series. This fanfiction is made purely for entertainment and creative exploration. All original characters, interpretations, and storylines are my own. This story may include intense themes, violence, and mature decisions. Reader discretion is advised.

Elliot was the perfect example of a nerd who never truly tasted what life had to offer before death claimed him. Because of his brilliant mind, he easily married the most coveted girl from his school—though it was purely because her father wanted to exploit him, and he remained completely oblivious. However, everything came crashing down when he realized how much of a fool he'd been for all the wrong people. But he wasn't entirely hopeless. Elliot was rather indifferent about death. A second chance, however, shattered that indifference entirely. Due to a heated disagreement between a god of trickery and a mysterious old hag, Elliot was reborn into a strange new world as Northern—a completely different realm. This world had forged its own voice, birthed its own calamities, and crowned its own heroes. In a world where people awaken talents, Elliot strangely awakens the ability to copy those very talents. But with that power came crushing responsibility—burdens far too heavy for a young, inexperienced boy like Northern to shoulder. Still, he'd rather walk through the flames of hell than shatter. *** This novel spans over a thousand chapters, so let me give you a heads-up about what to expect. The MC will be insufferable at first. This is a story where the MC has mountains of growing to do, and yes—he'll be grating for the first few hundred chapters. Whether you stay or bail is entirely up to you, but trust me: he will evolve, and watching that transformation will be incredibly rewarding. You know that feeling when your roommate who wore the same crusty hoodie for a week finally learns to do laundry like clockwork? You watch them folding clothes like it's sacred ritual, guarding that laundry basket like a dragon's egg. Or when your favorite author—who never used to reply—suddenly starts responding to every single comment with genuine care. You realize you could've missed witnessing their complete transformation if you'd given up on them. That's exactly what this is. This will be a brutal but captivating ride—just don't abandon him too quickly. Oh, and the grammar starts a bit rough around the edges but smooths out significantly in later chapters. Thank you, and I'll see you on the other side of a thousand chapters.

Short story about Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov SI Alternate history - Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov was born as the first child of the Tsar. This story won't go into details about history. This is just about a short life story of him. This is a dark tone story. You have been warned. There will be grammatical errors so set your expectations low. Disclaimer: All historical figures, countries, locations, and events portrayed in this work are products of fiction and are not intended to mirror real-world counterparts. Any viewpoints or statements expressed by the narrator or characters are purely fictional and should not be interpreted as the author’s own.

Elementals, Enhancers, Beast Tamers, Artifact Nurturers – These four pathways define the magical world of Arcanists. But Finn, a former university student from earth, wakes up in a body treading a whole different path…A forbidden path: The path of a Soul Mage. Soul Mages are the ultimate parasites. They lack the ability to use magic themselves, but instead, wield the power to assimilate the mana-saturated souls of the dead. From every Great Arcanist that once lived, to every Calamity Beast, to every Mythic Grade Spirit Artifact… So long as they were dead, they were simply chaotic souls waiting to be claimed. ​But this kind of power does not come without cost. Madness, frenzy, mania, innate wills and primal desires of assimilated souls threaten to drive Soul Mages to total corrosion. In this new world, ​Finn finds himself thrown into the deep end, waking up as a Vessel already housing a full Parade of Chaotic Souls. Now, his body is a battlefield. The souls demand immediate payment, stacking Soul Debts that steal his senses, his consciousness, and his very humanity. ​But yet… it is this same overwhelming corrosion that causes the ultimate truth and uniqueness of his soul to surface…