tragedy

A boy starved of affection found love for the first time—only to be betrayed and left to die by the one he trusted most. But death did not take him. He came back… carrying something that should have never followed him. ──── Bl Japanese novel - Justclouds

[The story has been completed.] [We have got Side Stories!!!! Re:Rise Again! has started serializing!!!!] A failure guy who failed in everything and gave up from his dreams. He once dreamed to be a great basketball player like his big brother but from wrong people, he left from it and walked on the wrong path on which he even left those people who loved him. With a lot of sadness and regrets, he decides to end his life at once and for all and he finally died. But wait... The boy gets 12 years back from which everything started and he has got a chance to fix the things!

After the long summer, the stars weep blood, and a cold darkness will shroud the world. Only by kindling the First Flame can the ice be driven away and the Long Night be ended forever. --- Daily Updates! --- Read Up to 80+ Chapters Ahead at patreon.com/Glimmer09 ---

Aiden Lioren, son of the Director of Magical Regulation, hunts illegal mages for the State in a city where every spark of power is monitored and controlled. Their official enemy: “Deviants,” unregistered magic users whose emotions make their powers unpredictable and “dangerous.” On his first night in the field, during a storm-soaked raid in the South Sector, Aiden feels a violent surge of electricity ripple through the city an anomaly that briefly blacks out an entire street. The source is an Electromancer Deviant, powerful and undisciplined, already targeted for capture or elimination under new State protocols. As Aiden rides with the enforcement unit into the chaos, he is determined to prove himself worthy of his father’s expectations and the Department’s ideology. What he doesn’t know yet is that the Deviant they’re hunting will shatter everything he believes about danger, control, and who truly threatens the city and that this forbidden enemy will soon become the person his heart refuses to let go.

The sea brought a stranger boy, washed up on the shores of ancient babylon. a throng of people rushed up to him, and within themselves in a great puzzlement, that this boy has forgotten his name neither does he have any memory of his previous life. panic from them took him to the government, he is thrown into a cell, there he meets a strange woman that recognizes his tattoos, a sacred tattoos revered by magicians. this are markings from Israel, I will then call you, THE ISRAELITE, you have a destiny, and your destiny is to die. there's an urge within him to find out what his destiny truly is. Will he remember his name? will he remember his past? will any memory from his old ways find it's way to him? what is he? well... you are involved in this, all of us, join me, as we find out who this stranger boy is, and why his Destined to die.

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

#NO-HAREM SECT #NOT a translation or mtl. #NO AI #Strong language Synopsis/ If familiarity mattered, Water wouldn't boil fish, The sea wouldn't drown sailors, Nor fire betray its own kiss. If closeness meant mercy, Storms would spare the trees, The sun would cradle deserts, And wounds would bloom with ease. But nature holds no promise, Nor does fate shed a tear, For even the shore, though it loves the waves, Watches them disappear. If love alone could save, The night would shelter the stars, The thorn would soften for roses, And scars would cradle our scars ______________ First person/ And when death finds me, it will find nothing to take only a body that once pretended to live. My soul will have rotted long before eaten away by my own despair. My heart will not beat in fear, for it has been weary for so long that even death will pity it and in that final moment, there will be no cry, only the cruel truth that I had already been dead while life still demanded I breathe ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Second person/ I wanted to change the world too, I wanted my name to be known enough that I'd be taught in schools. I feared, and still do, of my name being forgotten. I might not be able to change the life of generations to come, but I decided to help the people around me as much as I can. I offer my money to beggars and the homeless, I try to make children on the bus laugh, I give up my seat whenever I can, I give compliments to strangers and I try to cheer up people who have lost the light. In the end it's all worthwhile. I may not invent time travel, but I have had close friends tell me they don't know where they'd be if I wasn't there for them, or if they'd even be alive. So for all that matters, I have changed the world, I have saved people, even if it's just one. I was a Hero, even though it was only me who knew that. _________________ A Naruto FF Slight AU ---------------------------- Disclaimer: Except OC, nothing is mine.

I never thought witnessing a murder would land me in… this. Now there’s a ghost following me around, bossing me like I’m his personal assistant, demanding I fulfill his three impossible wishes—or he’ll haunt me forever. Oh, and the wishes? One involves getting a cold, savage girl to kiss me (good luck with that), another is digging up a past that even she doesn’t remember, and the last… well, let’s just say it might ruin everything I thought I knew about my life. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to survive school, survive my mom’s arranged marriage plans, and, somehow, survive this selfish, funny, and incredibly proud ghost who hates how kind I am to everyone. Somehow, I have to play along, keep my sanity, and maybe, just maybe… not get killed in the process.

Mateo “Teo” Serrano has always lived between worlds — the son of a strict Jehovah’s Witness father, the secret father of three children, and a musician too afraid of his own talent to chase it. He drinks, he smokes, he runs from responsibility, and the guilt is eating him alive. But everything changes the night he throws himself in front of a bullet… and survives. Teo awakens in a hidden safehouse with impossible powers — invincibility, telekinesis, flight, and a strange glow beneath his skin. Watching over him is Celeste, a mysterious woman with eyes that burn like gold and a past she refuses to explain. What Teo doesn’t know is that Celeste is a fallen angel — an exile who has spent centuries killing for the U.S. government to atone for a rebellion she regrets. And the bullet that should have killed him was meant for someone else entirely. As Teo’s powers grow, so does the connection between them. Celeste sees a light in him she thought she lost forever. Teo sees a path to redemption he never believed he deserved. But Threshold — the black‑budget agency that controls Celeste — wants them both. And Teo’s awakening is no accident. A broken man rising. A fallen angel seeking grace. A love powerful enough to rewrite destiny. This is the story of how a man who failed everyone becomes the protector he was born to be — and how a fallen angel finds her way home.

He was just a normal teenager—someone who escaped reality through comic books, dreaming of worlds where the weak could become legends. But reality didn’t choose him to be a hero. One night, everything went black. And when he opened his eyes again… he was inside his favorite comic. Not as the protagonist. Not as a rival. Not even as a background character worth remembering. Just a nobody. In a world where power rules and the strong crush the weak without hesitation… his existence meant nothing. And just like that— He died. No glory. No meaning. No second chances. …Or so he thought. [Condition Met] [Activating Hidden Authority: Crimson Rebirth System] [Death is not your end—it is your beginning.] He awakens again. Alive… in the moment before his death. But something has changed. Each death makes him stronger. Each failure becomes power. Each drop of blood fuels his evolution. What was once fear slowly turns into something far more dangerous Understanding. Obsession. Control. Because in a world where fate is already written… He is the only one who can rewrite it— by dying again… and again… and again.

The Kitsune Between a Thousand Worlds In a world where gods, demons, and ancient spirits shape the fate of nations, a new power is born. Ahri, a young nine-tailed kitsune, grows up under the watchful eyes of her powerful mother Tamamo and the ancient clans of the Youkai. While she dreams of adventure and freedom beyond the temple walls, the world around her slowly begins to change.

A transmigrator who doesn't know where he is, in the cruel disasters of the post-apocalypse, how exactly will he survive? Currently included: game version of The Walking Dead, Metro Exodus

House of Hidden Secrets is a gripping tale about a young woman named Roxanne, in her mid-twenties, who purchases a farmhouse in the nearby town of Sugar Creek. Little does she know that the house is shrouded in dark secrets from its past and that these secrets will significantly impact her life. Despite this, Roxanne is inexplicably drawn to the property as if it were calling out to her. The house has a sordid history of its own, as the Catalano family, who originally owned it, vanished without a trace, leaving behind a mystery that has never been solved. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com. Click the link Https://www.royalroad.com/profile/862919/fictions

Growing up in the orphanage supported by the Valor clan. Wren's life took a turn when he met Saint Tyris. He was not an orphan any more but a blade, a king born from darkness, forged in the era of the Nightmare Spell.

Azrael was born with nothing. He lost what little remained. In a world built on lies the majority chose to believe he carries a gift no one wanted him to have. A power that draws death. A power that whispers. The ones who never wanted to be chosen are always the ones chosen. The ones who never wanted to be remembered are always the ones who remain. He is proof that the world doesn't ask permission. Can one save a world born of sin, when they themselves are its heir?

What happens when a man is too great to be allowed a single life? After his death in the war of the Mahabharata, Karna does not find peace. He finds repetition. A cycle without end. A universe that refuses to accept his death. Forced to relive existence across countless lives, Karna begins to understand a truth hidden from gods and men alike— Fate is not absolute. It is enforced. And he is the anomaly that threatens it. But to break the cycle… He must answer one final question: Is freedom worth the destruction of destiny itself?

Slowburn espionage - this is NOT made for the algorithm. [not-LitRPG / not-isekai / not-cultivation] SYNOPSIS: In this ever-changing world built on conspiracy and technological ambition, where governments, corporations, and mafias claw for dominance, Felix is the Golden Lion’s engineered weapon — the first step in humanity’s forced evolution. Guided by their mantra to “protect the peace,” he moves through the underworld’s shifting alliances and hidden agendas, confronting criminals and companies alike, in this constant game of masks and mirrors.

In a world where power is measured in Qi, cultivation, and bloodshed, Dver possesses something that does not belong. Not strength. Not talent. Not destiny. Something else. Something that does not flow… but erases. After awakening within the brutal hierarchy of the Blood Lotus Sect, Dver quickly learns that survival is not about power—but precision. While others cultivate energy, he studies structure. While others fight, he observes. And when he acts… things do not break. They vanish.

"For whose sake is your blade drawn?" Priscilla Avellion is the youngest Royal Knight in Arcadia—a title that is as much a curse as it is a triumph. To the world, she is the "nouveau riche" prodigy. To the Queen, she is a silent blade sent to the lawless borders of the realm. But the border city of Arrivaul holds no glory. Amidst the filth of the slums, Priscilla finds a secret that the knight’s code cannot fix: a child marked by scars and a city rotting from within. Drawing her blade against fate itself, Priscilla must decide how much blood she is willing to spill to keep a promise. But in Arrivaul, life is never granted—it is stolen. And the cost of her pride may be her very soul. P.S. You don't need to read the other story to enjoy this one.