tragedy

When humanity faces extinction, what breaks first? our bodies, or our humanity? How much of ourselves are we willing to lose to stay alive? In 2104, The world has already ended, but its consequences haven’t. In the OctaCore: the last of humanity's shelters, resources are limited and the radiation is rising fast. Within two years, the surface will become unlivable. Long before that, the food will run out. The monsters that destroyed the world are still out there, but they’re no longer the worst threat. With the shelters on the brink, the council faces an impossible choice: Cull 80% of the population to preserve the remaining 20%, or Launch a suicidal mission into the wasteland to retrieve a supply shipment that could sustain humanity long enough to rebuild. A small team is chosen for the Hail Mary attempt. Memory-scarred survivors, soldiers who’ve already lost too much, and civilians carrying secrets they’d kill to protect—bound together by the thin hope that something out there might still be worth saving. Outside, they will face the world that once was: a ruined city haunted by monsters, nazis and the aftermath of choices no one wants to admit they made. What to Expect: 1. Morally questionable characters 2. No clear good or evil—only survival 3. Character-driven beginning → escalating high-stakes plot 4. Brutal worldbuilding 5. Mature themes (genocide, moral collapse, societal failure) 6. Gore, violent imagery, disturbing psychological content

Vyom’s life was ordinary… until the dreams began. A girl he cannot forget, a universe he doesn’t understand, and a destiny calling him forward. What lies beyond the line between dreams and reality? My Dream Decides My Destiny — a journey of mystery, friendship, and hidden powers.

King Aedric Veyne built his throne on the ashes of witches. After magic killed his brother, he swore to wipe it from the world. Princess Maria of Sareen is sent north to marry him as a political sacrifice. Her duty is simple: secure his army, save her dying kingdom, and survive a husband known as the Iron Wolf. There is only one problem. She is the very thing he hunts. A Sunfire witch. If her secret is discovered, her wedding will become her execution. But the frozen king she feared is not the monster she expected... and the shadow bound to her magic would burn kingdoms to keep her alive. In a land where magic means death and mercy is treason, Maria must decide who she betrays first: her husband, her protector... or herself. Dark fantasy. Political tension. Forbidden power. Slow-burn danger.

LONDRIVAR A story of Elias Crowe Londrivar is an old and heavy city, shrouded in fog, where technology and impossible phenomena coexist without anyone knowing where one ends and the other begins. Elias Crowe finds things the city would rather keep hidden. A private investigator, known in the streets by his surname alone and in the newspapers — much to his displeasure — as The Crow of Londrivar. Not the strongest, not the most powerful. The most attentive. And he believes, with a conviction he has never had serious reason to question, that everything can be explained. That conviction will cost him. When a watchmaker disappears from a locked room leaving behind only four words — he saw the interval — Crowe begins pulling a thread that connects twenty-four disappearances across forty years, a symbol no one can explain, and something that exists in the gaps of this city, watching from a time longer than any investigation has ever recorded. A story about investigation and cost. About the difference between understanding and control. About what happens when a man who trusts reason too deeply encounters something reason cannot reach. The truth is never complete. Only fragments.

The war is over. The king is dead. The enemy kneels in chains. Lysander Dravenholt, heir to a tyrant who ruled through blood and terror, is the last living remnant of a fallen house. Prince Rowan Ardenfall wants him executed. Instead, he is ordered to guard him. Forced into close quarters with the silent prodigy whose presence unsettles the court and whose power refuses to fade, Rowan begins to realize that hatred is not as simple as it should be. In a kingdom scarred by dark magic and buried secrets, the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. And the last son of ruin may not be what he seems.

After living a short twenty-odd years in his previous life, Lin Xiao regained consciousness and found himself reincarnated as an infant in the Douluo Continent. He initially thought he could start a new life in this other world, but an unexpected turn of events led him to be taken into the Holy Spirit Cult. Walking through the dim corridors, surrounded by the sounds of wailing and the lingering stench of blood in the air, Lin Xiao realized that no matter how much time passed, he could never fully belong here. Yet, with his martial soul, where else in the world could he find a place to call home?

Excerpt: "Are you satisfied?" he asked, walking to the fire where she already sat. "Can you yet call yourself the greatest knight? "Not until I can beat you," Irene argued. Despite how serious he looked only moments before, he cracked a smile. "But you saved my life," he insisted. Synopsis: With a second chance given to her after a pathetic ending to a life she didn’t want, Irene Litharion decides that she will follow in her father’s footsteps and become a knight. Waking up in the body of her eleven year old self, she’s reinvigorated to follow her heart. She has the rare blood of ancient warriors in her veins and promises to not turn her back to it anymore. Prepared for the sacrifices she will have to make to live the life she wants, a new challenge is presented when the only way she can become an apprentice knight is to turn her back on femininity altogether. The years she spent being forced to attend etiquette lessons go out the window and instead, daily sword practice takes place. Her father does all he can to get her into the knighthood, but it’s up to her to show her strength and skill to stay in it. However, it’s different than she expects when the Monster War ravages her homeland, she learns the sting of loss, and secrets of her own blood present themselves the more she leans into the thrill of battle. #KNIGHTS #MEDIEVALFANTASY #MEDIEVAL #REGRESSION

What kind of world does the human Curiosity make? Every step counts, and every action affects one another.

Warriors train their bodies. Scholars fill their minds. Every cultivator must have both and the talent to harness qi. But when the youngest princess of the murim lord was born, her golden core had to be sealed immediately because her talent for harvesting qi was too strong. Follow her as she regains her talent as the weakest murim princess. Warning: Psychologically painful. Happy ending. Emotional healing. Prepare tissues.

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.

When Fantalia Doree was small she started with a big bang. A deadly killer who is at large commiting crimes she carve her victims and leaves her signature PFK making it look like a work of art which it was. The thrill of hunting down her preys makes her all the more daring at playing the game of cat and mouse with the detectives. The worst part is that publicly she was so angelic in all her looks and behavior that no one would ever think of the possibility as her being the killer, but then again who would ever consider a child with the looks and temperament of an angel to be so monstrous. For years she grew even more angelic and beautiful and still as careful as ever until that fateful day when a handsome detective stopped by and asked her advice. She could feel the pull and the way her heart swell whenever he looked at her and asked a simple question, that joy and longing at the same time and right then she knew there was something about him she had to see and she wanted him too. Special Detective Justice Swarie was assigned to the case because of his outstanding recommendation and expertise. He was also someone who loves the hunt but never got satisfaction. However before he was even assigned to PFK he was keeping an eye on it. It was the biggest case and that leaves him obsessed he was filled with excitement, a case that crawls under his skin. With each new PFK case there was even more exhilaration even more than he thought was possible. Once he had a brief run in with Fantalia Doree and found great comfort in her above expectation company. One thing led to another and before they know it he started visiting the forensic doctor regularly. Will Fantalia Doree kill Justice Swarie or will he turn her in when find out that his sweet forensic doctor who he treasure so much is his PFK he is hunting. ***SNIPPET*** "Senior, have a look at this", the forensic pathology team leader said in a rushed voice. " We found that the PFK on the body not only have a cursive style but look," There on the printed paper showing a picture of the bran on the body was tiny words that made the outline of the bold three letter signature. "This....!", Shocked and also excited at what he saw detective Swarie quickly masked his emotions carefully and said in a somber tone to no one in particular. "About time we got a lead don't you think?" He took up his coat with completely careful movements making sure not to show the nervous shake of his hand and turned to his team. " Now we have a new lead," he announced, "We need to find all mechanics who specializes in delicate inlaid designs, we also need to consults the professors at Groudil Collage of the arts so we can get a list of students who might have a possibility of creating this design. Any question?" No one said anything. "DISMISSED." They all got up and went about the task at hand. Leaving the police station they failed to realized that on the other side of the street was an ordinary looking inconspicuous car with a grinning woman looking at a tablet with an earpiece in her ear. She was zooming in on detective Justice Swarie and her eyes glazed over when she realized that he too had the same look of a hunter. 'yes that's the look I've been waiting for.... finally' she thought. She giggled like a love sick teenager then laughed right out over what she just discovered. Not only did they find out that her signature was made with inlaid words but they are going to see the old madam. ' That woman is even worst than I am.' she thought. "Ha ha ha ha.....they are in for a real turn around this time, I have to stop by with a gift for dinner." She drove away without another glance at the detectives knowing full well that they are right where they started and that her mentor will be so pleased with her she just might get the special tools that has been made with the outmost untraceable accuracy. 'WHO SHOULD I EXTERMINATE AS AN APPETIZER' She though looking around with the grin still in place.

Born to be a king, forced to be a villain. . . . . . . At the ripe age of ten, Zareil Di Diavolo lost everything he held dear. His family, his name, and most importantly, his dreams. Betrayed by his sister and heralds of the very gods he worshipped, he chose the path of revenge. He joined the Imperial Bureau of Investigation to gather information, only to find himself thrown in the darkest corners of society. Walking the path of a reader was already hard enough, but finding oneself stuck in a battle to the death against your sister for succession to a celestial throne...things tend to get hectic. An insane boy hellbent on revenge, a sister with a twisted sense of love, and a dead family that haunts both to this day. Zareil's life was going to be anything but normal

In a world where divine power runs in noble blood, Kael Drayvar was declared… normal. Normal. Invisible. Forgotten. The son of a dead concubine in a family that never wanted him. The youngest brother, barely worth a mention. A six-year-old boy no one cared existed. But Kael learned what his stronger siblings never would: true power isn’t brute strength. It’s knowing what moves people. Turning secrets into weapons. Waiting until the moment it’s already too late. While his perfect brother trained to be heir, while his calculating sister wove her intrigues, while his broken brother hid in books… Kael watched. Learned. Waited. Because in a family of wolves, there are only two choices: be a lamb… or something far worse. Kael Drayvar was never a lamb. This is the story of an invisible boy who decided to burn the world rather than stay invisible. Of boundless ambition. Of siblings destroying each other. Of a throne only one could claim. And the price of absolute power. Welcome to the Chronicles of Cursed Greed. Can someone be great… without being good?

On the fourth day of May, Kevin was murdered in his apartment. He has no enemies and no friends. His parents have their own families, and he lives alone in a 200 meter square apartment – in other words, he does not have anyone who bores hatred against him. But he died. And the police concluded his death was an act of revenge homicide. Kevin pondered who would kill him when he suddenly woke to unfamiliar surroundings. And it took a few minutes to be processed in his head… Why are the furnitures so big?! The bed's mattress is so wide it's like the whole floor uses it as a floormat! The window is so high Kevin felt he was inside a church with glass walls as high as a three-storey building! Even worse, the appearance of a flower vase at his side is as tall as him! What the hell is going on?! [Host, you now possess the identity of the Male Lead's precious cat!] Kevin: What did you say? [Current Mission Progress: 0%] [Host, please work hard and prevent the Male Lead's terrible fate!] Kevin: …… What nonsense?! I just died! ………………………. [Host, the villain is one step closer to harming the Male Lead's life! Please prevent them!] Kevin: …… [Host, a villain's lackey wants to kill the Male Lead! Please stop them!] Kevin: ….. [Host, the Male Lead incurred a huge loss because of the villain, please bring him home and pamper him well!] Kevin: …… [Host, the Male Lead is injured because of the villain! Please nurse him back to health!] Kevin: …… Am I the Male Lead's mom or a pet?! ______________________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday.

What happens when a Hanma is dropped into the Lookism world? He is not the anime Baki. He is not the legendary Hanma from another universe. He is just a boy born with a body that refuses to obey normal rules. He grows up in a world where gangs decide law, fists decide status, and weakness is punished without mercy. He does not start as a monster, but his body learns faster, adapts faster, and endures more than it should. By the time others realize something is wrong, it is already too late to treat him like an ordinary fighter. He does not chase fame or chaos, but he does not avoid violence when it becomes unavoidable. Each fight leaves marks on bodies, walls, and reputations, and each step forward forces him deeper into the brutal hierarchy of Lookism. As his presence spreads, familiar events begin to shift, alliances fracture, and organizations that once dominated the underworld start to feel pressure they cannot explain. If you want to see a Hanma walk into the Lookism world and dismantle its strongest fighters, and rewrite the balance of power with raw physical dominance and calculated decisions, then you are in the right place. This is not a story about instant supremacy. This is a story about a body that evolves, a mind that adapts, and a world that slowly realizes it created something it cannot control. Disclaimer: All credits belong to the original creators of Lookism and Baki. I do not own these characters or their worlds, except for the original characters I create. This version of Baki Hanma is not the same as the one from the anime. He only shares the name and abilities, while his personality and story are different. The cover image is not mine. If the original creator requests its removal, I will remove it.

The sacred war is over, the Shadow King has been defeated and his dismembered body was paraded through the streets of the Kingdom's capital. Without ceremony, Haicard is discharged from the army and returns to his home village, where he wonders what to do with his life from now on. The deities don't have plans for everyone, after all, mediocre people like him must do their best to stay out of the way of the few favorites of fate. And as a veteran, the adventurer profession doesn't seem so bad, especially considering that the [Hero] has already dealt with all the greatest threats on the continent. What could possibly go wrong? Secret organizations? Portals to Hell? Gambling with deities? That only exists in fiction! #Medieval LitRPG with elves, twists, magic and lots of action! #NO smut, NO harem, #This is a machine-translated book, but the original is a creation of mine too. #The novel is already finished. Uploads: Once a day or so.

War, plague, famine, countless natural disasters, the earliest humans trudged forward with torches in hand along the rugged path of civilization. Yet, Su'er had never imagined that one day, he would struggle beneath an even more terrifying despair, fighting with every ounce of his strength just to survive... The endless war between the God and their creations, the planet's surface altered like a painting smeared and rewritten at will—the entire world was marching toward death... Even humans themselves began to ask—Why do we still exist? And— Why can't we be the ones? With these questions burning in his heart, Su'er long journey had only just begun... -------------- Author: 花妖梦 Link Raw: https://wap.ciweimao.com/book/100281550 All credits and praise to the author

Everyone chosen by the Spark must protect others from the Void. Kai's quiet life ends when it chooses him. He fights to get his life back. But chosen by sparks seems glory to others. To Kai, it's a curse that burns him alive. Will he survive till the end or burn while trying to live?

Genre: Fantasy • Romance • Harem • School • Action • Mystery

He sacrificed everything and everyone to save her. Now she’s the monster he must kill. Zeek is a man running out of reasons to keep going. A wandering rogue turned pariah, he has spent years feeding the Heart of Sorrows—a living labyrinth built on ancient genocide, whose walls shift, whose dead rise, and whose hunger never ceases. He keeps returning for one reason: Lilliana. His wife. A woman of near-angelic descent who sacrificed herself for his survival and became the labyrinth’s unwilling queen in the process. Every expedition ends in failure. The blood of companions, hired blades, and friends alike stains his hands. Desperate and running out of time, Zeek assembles one final company: Verris, a brutal mercenary duty-bound to the men he lost inside those same walls; Kerris, a scarred archer who survived the labyrinth once and carries the grief of those who didn’t; Amon, a fire mage from Kemet who carries a reincarnated soul older than the corruption itself; and Heka, a Shu-Ra queen—a being the gods tried to erase from existence—who drifts in smoke beside the man she loves across lifetimes. Together, they descend into a nightmare that remembers them, adapts to them, and weaponizes everything they’ve ever lost. At its heart, The Labyrinth of Endless Grief is a story about love as an act of destruction. It encompasses the specific grief of watching someone you love become unrecognizable—not dead, but gone—and the terrible choices made in the space between who they were and what they’ve become. Zeek doesn’t just fight monsters. He fights his own hubris, his guilt, and the dawning realization that saving Lilliana may require destroying the last version of her that remains. The labyrinth doesn’t invent horrors. It finds the ones we never imagined carrying and leaves them with us.. This is a grimdark tragic romance inspired by Dragon Age: The Calling, the atmosphere of FromSoftware’s Souls series. Book One of the Heart of Sorrows trilogy.