tragedy

Beneath a blood-red moon, a lone samurai fights a battle that seems destined to end in tragedy. As his comrades fall and darkness consumes the battlefield, one final clash leaves everything uncertain. But what if the end of one story is only the beginning of another? Far from the horrors of war, a young warrior stands at the beginning of a journey he cannot yet understand. With little more than determination and a world of possibilities before him, he must discover what it truly means to wield a sword—and what it means to protect the people who matter most. In a world shaped by ancient magic, powerful warriors, mysterious creatures, and forgotten secrets, every friendship carries meaning, every choice has consequences, and not every enemy is what they seem. As bonds are forged and dangers emerge, fragments of something unsettling linger at the edges of his understanding. A crimson moon. A battlefield. A darkness that refuses to be forgotten. And somewhere beyond the horizon, a fate waiting to be challenged.

Through the Sky Screen’s broadcast, Kaito summons heroes from other worlds and wields strange tools to twist reality itself. With the system he embraces the art of deception—fabricating half-true, half-false futures that even the wisest cannot ignore. Pirates, Marines, and Celestial Dragons alike are forced to accept these visions, no matter how absurd, as if stripped of every defense. In this false future, Buggy the Clown emerges as a nightmare reborn. After twenty years of secret training, his Devil Fruit awakening is said to hold enough power to shatter the Red Line. Former Shichibukai rally to his banner as sworn brothers, and even the Marine’s legendary hero Garp is proclaimed slain at his hands. Behind the laughter hides a vast conspiracy, one that threatens to upend the balance of the world itself.

[Warning: Some content in the novel may be upsetting to some readers. Contents include injuries, sickness, mental health, intense medication, fight scenes, and intense gore. Lastly, this novel is a semi-reality dark fantasy trope. Read at your own risk.] Chapters and Release: Release days: Everyday Release time: 3pm UTC Status: Unedited. (Will edit after main story conclusion. Specifically from the start.) *** Synopsis: A fifteen-year-old schoolgirl happens to find herself approached by a strange woman after a rough day—who happens to know her plans on running away. Astonished, she tried to interrogate, but ended up getting dragged into another universe and another world. There, she finds out that experiments are being ran on fourteen other candidates set aside for her. Being the last candidate, she is told that she might be the first one to face demise. But she is determined to find out what is up with this facility. Eventually, she comes across an astonishing fact—that this whole world and setting is similar to that of a book she read during her younger days. And the protagonist happened to be her own cousin, who also killed her at the near end of the novel. *** (Prologue) Listen... No one is judging no one here. And so am I. The world has been cruel these days. Being modern means being rude to people on the street who are below your rank—That is what they believe. I find this all frustrating, why move with a state of mind that could as well kill you someday. You don't know if this person is a lawyer, a far relative, a doctor, a politician. But you already get the gist, don't you? And like any other teenagers my age, I really want to run away from all this. It's not like I am an orphan or from a poor household. I am from a family which is a standard class in economical terms in this world. And yet, I want to run away. Haha! Anyways. I did succeed. I wonder at what cost? I am away from all that hostility of course... But now I am in another world. Not reincarnated. Not transmigrated to another body. I am with my own soul in my original body, but in another world. This world... is weird. Thinking back, I remember reading a strange book when I was young. This book actually speaks about this world. I am a character there. Funnier thing, I don't know what is up with it either. It appears to me that the writer decided they want to see the 'live-action' version of it. So now... I am the actor playing my own character.

People often go back in time with the memories of past... But what happens to someone regresses into past without the knowledge of it. This story follows the "boy" who is stuck in a time loop but unlike the the protagonist, he has forgotten everything, even the memories of past as he continued living on a normal life. However his body refuses to forget as it curses him to live on. ========= Join Discord: https://discord.gg/erXC6JYdtQ  =========

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 a tale where faith and love and grace wins against the doubt and hatred and sin. --- 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.

On the mysterious island of Tatsumi Port Island, a group of young students from Gekkoukan High School form S.E.E.S. (Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad), a secret team dedicated to fighting the mysterious shadows that emerge during the enigmatic "Dark Hour", a hidden period of time that appears at midnight. Among them are Hiro Mikoshi and Minato Arisato, who play crucial roles in the battle against Tartarus, a colossal tower that only appears during the Dark Hour. Amid personal dilemmas, old wounds from the past and the increasingly intense dangers of the Shadows, the group finds themselves on a risky mission to save innocent lives, while dealing with secrets that could change everyone's destiny, including their own.

Some call it the “Age of the Supernatural.” In the ten years following the advent of this era, various superhumans emerged like mushrooms after the rain. Based on the different levels of power these individuals displayed, the nations of the world classified superhumans into five tiers. However, after being injured, Li Dong’s qi sense weakened drastically, making it difficult for him to use martial arts. Although his physical abilities still far surpass those of ordinary people, he has regressed to the “1st level.” Li Dong retires and returns to his hometown, only to find his fiancée with another man… #NTR #Netorare

In the forgotten mountain kingdom of Shailantara, peace has endured for generations; guarded by tradition, rituals, and stories long dismissed as myth. As Prince Chandra prepares for his coming-of-age blessing, a simple journey with friends begins to stir something far older than the kingdom itself. Beneath forgotten wars, forbidden books, and erased names lies a past the world chose to bury—the age of heroes, demons, and a Demon King betrayed by humanity. Reborn into a new era, the Shadow of that ancient being begins to awaken once more, its fate entwining with the children of Shailantara. As truths long sealed threaten to surface, the line between hero and villain blurs. And the question remains: Can fate be broken… or does it claim everything, every time? https://discord.gg/NKhCvTvH https://linktr.ee/gautam_ryusel

Aoshima is a city that sells perfection: clean streets, bright futures, strict rules. But the curfew exists for a reason. After dark, reality starts to slip, and things that shouldn’t exist begin to move through the cracks. Takumi Kisaragi is a student with a quiet, stubborn edge who’s been noticing those cracks for years. When a sudden incident drags him into the Vanguard Institute, he learns the truth: “Ghouls” aren’t myths, they’re distortions given shape, and only certain people can even perceive them. As Takumi’s resonance draws attention he doesn’t understand, he’s forced to train, survive, and figure out why the city’s hidden threats seem to be circling him in particular—while trust inside the Institute becomes just as dangerous as what waits outside. I am the author of this story and I am also posting it on Royal Road under the username InkyPaws.

Roger Desilva. My old customer was thrusting me from behind. I was enduring pain by closing my eyes, which was a bloody mistake yet again. The same enchanting smile popped up in my mind, which I was trying to get rid of for the past 5 years, but til today, I wasn’t successful. Before I could figure out that mingling was different from snatching, it was too late. He came like a swift wind, turned my world upside down, and vanished without a trace. I became a victim. Do we deserve this? Do I deserve this? I lost everything, but till now, I have not been successful in getting rid of his thoughts. For the past 5 years, I have been trying, but he keeps winning. When will I finally be free? I can't blame him for sure, but does he have the audacity to ask for my forgiveness at least once? Will he ever show up?

Xu Yang died.At least,that was supposed to be the end.When he opened his eyes again,he found himself lying in a cold forest,his body covered in wet black fur.He tried to move,but froze when he saw four small paws in front of him.He was a cat.Not just any black cat—a low-level cat demon inside a cultivation novel he had once read. A novel he never finished. Before Xu Yang can even process his new life,a cold voice suddenly sounds in his head. [System activated.] "...What?" [Host has been assigned nine lives.] Xu Yang blinks. [These lives are not blessings.] His smile disappears. "...What do you mean?" [Every life has a destined death.] "Excuse me?" [Death is mandatory.] Xu Yang stares into the distance. "Then why give me nine lives?!" [You may ask again after your first death.] "That's even worse!" And that's how Xu Yang discovers his new life comes with one very unfair condition: He is not allowed to live. Every life has a different path.Every death brings him closer to something he cannot yet understand.And every time he awakens again,the world changes in ways that shouldn't be possible. People forget him. Memories disappear. Events occur that were never written in the novel. Even the System begins behaving strangely. [Warning.] [Original storyline deviation detected.] "Can you fix it?" [No.] "Can you tell me what's happening?" [No.] "Then what are you useful for?" [Survival assistance.] "I'm starting to dislike you." [Acknowledged.] Unfortunately,the System is the least of Xu Yang's problems. The cultivation world is full of sects that hunt demons,immortals who hide their own secrets,and forces that seem to know more about his fate than he does. And somewhere along the way,Xu Yang realizes something is terribly wrong. His deaths aren't random. Someone or something is making sure each life ends exactly when it should.But fate makes one mistake.It leaves Xu Yang with the ability to choose what he does before he dies.So he starts changing things.One small choice then another.Until the story he once knew becomes unrecognizable. And the System gives him a final warning: [Host.] [You were never supposed to survive this long.] Xu Yang looks at the road ahead. "Then I guess Heaven should have written a better ending." Nine lives.Death is guaranteed. But Xu Yang has never been very good at following rules. First time writing fantasy story! Hope you enjoy:)

In Dromo, doubt is a crime. The Valval Priesthood burns heretics in the square and calls it mercy, and the Light they wield answers only to them. Until a girl in the crowd hears it scream. Gemma is fifteen, hunted, and carrying the power the Priesthood has spent centuries trying to cage. She can hear the voice beneath the world, and it listens back. A single ring of light can stop a crossbow bolt. But when the power breaks loose, it takes something from her. A name. A face. A memory she will never get back. Aros Kevis was once the most feared man in the kingdom. He killed a king and walked away with nothing but scars. Now he has one reason left: keep the girl alive. The Priesthood’s blessed hunter is already on their trail. The rebels want Gemma as a weapon. A smiling noble is playing every side.

The void did not claim him. When Rudeus Greyrat closed his eyes for the last time, he expected the smirking face of Hitogami; instead, he opened them to the shimmering canopy of the Wishe Forest. Reborn as Oberon Aedryr Wishe, a prince of the High Elves, he possesses a body finally capable of containing his staggering mana. With the Laplace Factor surging through his veins and the secrets of "Silent Casting" etched into his soul, Oberon is a prodigy beyond elven comprehension. But the woods are too quiet, the stars are unfamiliar, and the history he once knew has been erased. In this strange new world, of Danmachi. Help support join the Patreon members! and get early access to the Chapter! Patreon/RatzyAtlantic

Nightmares don't end. They layer. When reality fractures, the chosen few are pulled into worlds that shouldn't exist—each one a nightmare more twisted than the last. A warrior sacrifices everything to hold back the darkness. A prisoner fights for survival in a world of endless shadow. A girl loses herself piece by piece, becoming something hollow. A weapon walks the world, carrying stolen power it doesn't understand. Every story is connected. Every nightmare runs deeper. As the layers peel back, the truth emerges: some were never meant to wake up. Some were never real to begin with. And the ones pulling the strings have been playing this game far longer than anyone knows. Ash Eyes is a dark fantasy thriller where protagonists change, realities shift, and survival means sacrificing everything—including yourself. Psychological horror • Multiple POVs • Nested narratives • Nothing is what it seems • this also has graphic violence and body horror • psychological Trauma and identity loss • dark fantasy themes • character death and transformation

The story : Don't you hate it when you wake up and you don't know where you are? Me too, except I woke up in another universe. . . . And somehow, I ended up with a parasite inside me.

While relaxing in the forest, Bright, a 12-year-old boy, discovers Bond, who has escaped from some kind of threat. They become friends, and their future is going to change. Will Bright be able to stop the hatred toward him and save his friend? When believers choose to separate their paths, ego and hatred emerge, and faith starts trembling. Male, female anyone under any age can read it.

A Dark Fantasy Saga of Betrayed Gods, Cursed Bloodlines, and the Children Who Would Rewrite Fate. From the Pen of Archivist Maren of Hollowmere, Keeper of the Fractured Record. Before the Silence, there was a Song. The world hummed with magic. Death was not an ending, but a gentle transition guided by immortal beings called the Grim, who shepherded souls through the Veil like gardeners tending a beloved garden. Then the Menancers came. Ten of the most powerful mages in history, drunk on ambition and terrified of oblivion, forged a weapon that could bind a Grim to flesh. They ambushed Elian a gentle, starlit shepherd who loved the world more than his own existence and tried to force the secrets of immortality from him. They broke him. But they could not control what they unleashed. Elian's dying act was not to destroy his tormentors. It was to wound the world itself—bleeding its magic dry so that no one could ever wield enough power to unmake creation. The Age of Radiance ended in a single, sorrowful sigh. Now the moon burns violet. Monsters crawl from dungeons that breathe like living things. And children are being born with strange, luminous eyes violet, silver, amber, and rarer colors still. The mages, desperate to hide their guilt, call these children Curselings. Grim-Spawn. Enemies of humanity. The world hunts them. Liora, a girl with storm-colored eyes, escapes a mage's prison to save her friends—and pays the ultimate price. Cael, a boy with one gold eye and one silver, builds a sanctuary from the ruins of a forgotten castle and vows vengeance. Veyne, a child raised in darkness by ghosts, speaks to the dead and chooses to become something more than human. They are not cursed. They are the world's only chance to heal a wound that has festered for centuries. But the mages will burn the world before they admit the truth. "Battle of the Grim" is a sprawling dark fantasy of sacrifice and survival, where the line between hero and villain is drawn in the blood of innocents and the key to salvation has been branded as the enemy.

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

What would you feel if the last remaining happiness in your life—your sweet, clingy dear sister—was murdered right before your eyes by a few worthless scum? By some bastards who shouldn't even exist in this world? I felt rage. Hatred. At them But more than that… I hated myself. Truly. Why? Because I couldn’t move. Paralyzed from the neck down, I could only watch as she died, as her blood spurted on me. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t even crawl to her, while her eyes were turning dull. Ah~ now they turned to me. Guess they are going to kill me too. But I don't want to die, at least not when they are alive. I've learned something in this time. In this apocalypse... weakness is a sin. The greatest sin. Here, no rights protect you. Not like they protected us before the apocalypse. No one comes to help you. Friends, neighbours, relatives. NONE. Strength. Personal strength is the only authority that truly matters in this new world. And, If you think this is where my story ends—you’re wrong. Because, [Regression possible: Yes/No?] Guess this is my cheat. I will return. Stronger than before. And I will DEVOUR everything that stands in my way. So then… sayonara, readers. "Yes, I accept." *** 300 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter [Note: Contains taboo relationships. No NTR, No Yuri, and 18+] This is my first novel, so it probably won’t be perfect—but I’ll keep getting better as I write. Give your reviews on this so I can improve where I have to. [Note: The story will be slow paced and I'll take my time to give all the characters their time to blend into the story.] [Note: There won't be R18 stuff from the start, so don't come here expecting hot scenes from the first chapter. It will take some time before I focus on that.] [Most Important Note: There will be yanderes. Lots of them.] Character Illustrations are in the Discord. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/kGKAaexz4P

In ages past when hope was spent and low, All creation stood bound within its quiet repose. Then did Reality tremble from a boundless might, And the earth quaked across the starless night. A star descended from the vast beyond, And bound reality in grief's most tragic bond. It stole the future in its greedy plight, Yet wept in secret at the ruined sight. With painted smiles it played a gentle part, And strove to heal each broken, wounded heart. Yet the star never found the words to seek amends, The answer on the tip of its tongue which it couldn't transcend. Its guilt endured, a weight upon its boundless soul, Awaiting forgiveness from the broken world. Wherefore to him whose destiny it had reft, It turned to mend the soul that it had left. The Bereft was lost, struggling with his blight, Yet the star became his new, endearing light. Until at last the end drew near, And to eternity the star must steer. In passing through the void it set things right, Returning the future it had plight. No soul recalled the star from then on, Save for the Bereft… whose longing was not gone.