tragedy

Between reality and imagination, between determination and laziness, begins the story of a young man who wanted nothing more than to live the lives of the novels he read. Kim Seojun, the boy who grew up alone among books, knew only how to read and dream of becoming the hero of never-ending stories. But he suddenly discovers that the world he thought was mere illusion might become real… and that every choice he makes, every step he dares to take, could change his fate and the fate of the world around him. A tale of knowledge, power, and choices; of a lazy boy who rejects reality yet is forced to become a hero; of hearts that discourage him and minds that try to deceive him; and of a truth lurking within imagination.

The story revolves around Nazli, who worked as a prostitute in a nightclub. Fate decreed that she would become a servant of the underworld and a mediator between high-ranking figures and Baal, the most famous demon.

Before making the decision that would change the world, Aegon sat alone on the cliffs of Dragonstone. Valerio rested behind him, and the wind carried the smell of the sea and the distance. He closed his eyes. And remembered. He remembered the three ships. Though he hadn't been born yet, his grandfather Aerom told him the story a hundred times. Three ships emerging from the fog, carrying the last survivors of Valyria. His grandmother Aere, with five dragon eggs wrapped in furs. Valerio, barely a young beast, flying above them as a guardian. "We fled," Aerom would say. "Not out of cowardice. Out of hope." He remembered the stone fortress. Years of building, stone upon stone. His father Dareo would show him the walls when he was a child: "Look, son. Every stone was placed by your uncles. Your aunts. Your grandparents. We built this with our own hands." He remembered the three weddings. Dareo with Elera. Eleris with Nemerys. Errol with Aegar. Three brothers with three sisters. Targaryen blood had to remain pure, and so they did. His mother would tell him: "We loved each other, Aegon. We were siblings, yes, but we were also all we had left." He remembered the dragons being born. Caníbal, Tyraxes, Valax, Aerion, Vhaelar, Serion. Six dragons for six riders. And Valerio, the greatest, the one still waiting for his moment. "Your grandmother rode him," Dareo said. "He was the only one who could." He remembered the attempts to reclaim Valyria. Expedition after expedition. Soldiers leaving full of hope. Ships returning empty. His uncle Eleris, his uncle Errol, his aunts Nemerys and Aegar... they all tried. They all failed. "Valyria is dead," Aerom said one night. "And we will be too if we keep looking back." He remembered the tragedy at sea. His grandmother Aere wanted to buy things for the coming baby. An innocent trip. She took her four children, she took her six grandchildren. A lighthouse. A black smoke. And out of eighty people, only one baby returned. Orys. The dark-haired bastard. The brother the sea gave him. He remembered his own birth. In the deepest pain, his mother Elera gave birth. A boy. Him. "You arrived when everything was dark," his mother would tell him. "And you brought light." Then came Visenya and Rhaenys. Two girls who filled the fortress with laughter. He remembered his grandfather Aerom. Always in the tower. Always wearing gloves. Always surrounded by ravens. The children were afraid of him at first. But then they learned that beneath that coldness was an immense love. One night, when Aegon was three years old, Aerom sat by his cradle. He and Orys were sleeping. Visenya and Rhaenys too. Aerom spoke softly, thinking no one was listening: "Little dragons. You don't know what awaits you. Wars. Hunger. Cruel men who think themselves kings. Children who die before learning to speak. You... you are different. You have dragon's blood. You have fire in your veins. And one day... one day you will be the ones to bring order to that terrible world." Aegon would never forget it. Years later, Aegon opened his eyes. He had seen the world. He had seen the cruelty of lords. The misery of the smallfolk. The injustice devouring the Seven Kingdoms. He had seen an orphanage in the North. Children laughing when he brought them food. And then he had seen that same orphanage in flames. Small bodies. The boy who asked him why he brought them food, dead on the ground. He remembered his grandfather's words. "You will be the ones to bring order." Now he understood. It wasn't conquest. It was necessity. Aegon stood up. Valerio opened one eye. "Let's go," he said. And the dragons flew toward Westeros.

Rejection of Pride follows Simo Hayha from his childhood in Finland to becoming the deadliest sniper of the Winter War. Even after all the fighting, he refuses fame and glory, choosing instead to live simply, hunting, farming, and finding peace in a quiet life.

He forgot to ask if the prophecy was on his side. I was his for five years in the dark. His secret. His shame. His Luna in the background, while the world saw nothing but a broken wolf who couldn't shift. Kieran Thorne, the most powerful Alpha in the city, kept me hidden like a dirty secret—until the night he needed to prove his loyalty to another woman. Then he stood on that stage and made me nothing. Omega. Discarded. Dead to him. Hours later, I was bleeding in an alley, three rogues closing in, when something erupted from my chest. Silver fire. Ancient hunger. Power that hasn't walked this earth in eight centuries. I'm not broken. I'm a Lunar Wraith. And the man who threw me away is about to learn what happens when you make a monster out of a woman who only ever wanted to be loved. Now two brothers want me. Kieran—the Alpha who regrets everything. He says he'll burn his empire to earn me back. Lysander—the exiled one who pulled me from that alley. He looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world. One shares my blood. One shares my heart. Both share my bed. And both will learn what happens when you underestimate a woman who has nothing left to lose. One shares my blood. One shares my heart. Both share my bed. And both will learn what happens when you underestimate a woman who has nothing left to lose.Because there's something they don't know yet. Something growing inside me. Something that will change everything. The packs are circling; an ancient enemy wants my power for immortality. And the prophecy that started this war? It was never about destruction. It was about liberation. They tried to bury me. They forgot I was the eclipse.

Ten years ago, the legendary Lin family was slaughtered under a decree of treason, leaving only a young girl, Lin Xia, to vanish into the snowy northern wilderness. Today, she returns not as a noblewoman, but as a nameless tea maid with a hidden dagger and a thirst for justice. Her target: the Imperial Court. Her obstacle: Prince Xuan Jue, the enigmatic “Ice Prince,” cold, calculating, and haunted by the memory of a girl who saved his life in the snow a decade ago, the very girl he now unknowingly protects. Amid poisoned teas, secret ledgers, and deadly court conspiracies, Lin Xia and Xuan Jue are drawn into a blood-bound debt, the Vermilion Debt, that will demand either ultimate sacrifice or total destruction. Bound by betrayal, vengeance, and an undeniable connection, they must navigate shadows and lies to survive… and to love.

hi! ever wanted to see an Omnitrix aspect in shadow slave? well you're in luck, I decided to make one. ben isn't the mc btw, it's an oc. the writing might suck but I'm sure a lot of you would enjoy the powers I'm giving the mc. so yeah, hope you enjoy

"In the beginning was darkness. Then came the fire. Then came those who wished to extinguish it."

Sagiri was never meant to exist. After his entire clan was wiped out he is the only surviving member and the last keeper yet he doesn't remember. Raised in secrecy and sent to Galka War Academy, he survives among boys trained to kill, endure, and obey. While others rely on strength and discipline, Sagiri carries something older. an echo that sharpens his senses, bends his body, and slowly erodes his humanity. The Echo is the legacy of the N’garu, a legendary clan erased from the world in a single night. They were warriors who could slip between moments, speak to the shadows of the past, and reshape fate with a thought. Their extinction was celebrated across the tribes. Their return is feared more than war. Sagiri carries the last spark of their power. A whispering presence tied to his heartbeat. A force that chooses its own master. But when he crosses paths with Lira, a girl unknowingly created to kill him, the Echo reacts violently breaking the barrier meant to forget and he remembers. Visions flood his mind. Forgotten beings turn their eyes. And the world begins to shift around him. The South wants to crown him. The North wants to erase him. The Echo within him wants something else entirely. And it has finally awakened. https://discord.gg/gMa9tend

Johann’s life had been a mess for most of his years. He couldn’t find anything that could restore him to a normal life. But nothing is impossible. Johann’s life suddenly changed because of something so trivial and unexpected. It was just a console and a video game. Johann’s first video game, The Mayhem, immediately made him feel as if he had a chance at life again. The Hellraider, the main protagonist—the epitome of a badass alpha-male warrior—became a mirror for Johann, fueling his passion for life. However, life isn’t always darkness followed by light forever, yet darkness will come again. Johann’s situation again stood on the edge of an abyss, where his internalization of The Mayhem and Hellraider finally realized and significantly impacted his life, forcing him to open his eyes to the end. Can Johann discover the true meaning of all these events and their connection to what had become his “savior”?

Aren Hale is seventeen and invisible by choice. Same route home. Same gas station shift. Same locked door. Routine is the only thing keeping his world from feeling too large. Then he starts seeing things no one else can — shadows clinging to people, fractures in empty air. And something answers when he reaches for them. Reality is woven from invisible threads. Aren can rewind them — restore what others can only destroy. But every time he does, the power rewrites him. His hair is already changing. His memories are next. He didn’t ask to be marked. But someone is in that alley. Someone is running out of time. And Aren Hale has never been able to walk past something he could fix.

In a world where cultivators chase power through spirit stones, bloodlines, and ancient techniques, Zheng Wen De possesses none of them. He has only one talent. Truth. After a lifetime of injustice, loss, and betrayal, an ordinary man in small city continues to write the truth when silence would be safer. The heavens notice. Across traditions and realms, gods, bodhisattvas, and ancient spirits turn their gaze toward one stubborn human life. Because when truth is cultivated long enough— it becomes something the world cannot silence. And when the Dao finally answers, even the powerful must listen.

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In the world of humans, Seraphina, or Sarah as she referred to herself now, is the last of her bloodline. A dragon. A myth. After her race is destroyed, she’s determined to survive, hide in plain sight, and for a while, she does. But one thing about the past… it tends to catch up with you when you least expect it. Lestat, an ancient vampire, is searching for the last dragon to claim its heart to save his dying race. He discovers Seraphina and plans to use her. But what he didn’t account for was the fierce, protective,  magical pull of the mate bond.  Bond or not, Serah is unwilling to be mates with the species responsible for the death of her race. As they are forced to work together to survive a common foe, their bond becomes undeniable, forcing them to choose between their duty to their race and the undeniable attraction and bond between them. 

Natalia said with disgust: "Never. I would prefer death over loving the idea of marrying you." Cedric said in a mysterious and terrifying tone: "Die then." Cedric said cruelly: "Then you won't be able to die; that is what you will get, Natalia..." Then he lowered his voice to a terrifying hiss and continued: "Pain." Cedric looking at her sharply: "But we will play the role of the couple." Natalia answered, her eyes shining with defiance: "Even if it's acting, Cedric, you will not touch me." Cedric said in a voice as low as a hiss: "I will touch you if the matter requires it, do you understand?" ------------------------ Natalia is thrown into the furnace of a war she did not choose. With a single decision from her father, the ambitions of the eighteen-year-old girl were shattered, transforming into an eternal shackle. It is not merely a marriage, but a deed of ownership to ensure the empire remains safe through a strategic alliance, under the protection of the man whose very existence she loathes: Cedric, the son of her father’s most powerful business partner. A wedding without lights... and a wife in the shadows. Because she has not reached the legal age for the elite, and because scandal might shake the family walls, Natalia was sentenced to be a "Secret Wife." A marriage imprisoned behind the palace walls, forbidden from being circulated in the hallways of velvet society. Natalia finds herself forced to live in the Stuart family mansion, where she is compelled to share oxygen and space in one room with Cedric; the man who sees in this marriage an insult to his pride and an assassination of his freedom. Behind that closed door, the official masks fall, and the fires of hatred ignite. But the real hell for Natalia lies not only in Cedric’s cruelty, but in the presence of William; Cedric’s older brother and the person whose heart beat with love for him since her childhood. Now, Natalia finds herself trapped under one roof with the man she desired as a husband, while she is, in reality, the property of his brother whom she hates. Cedric... the cruel executioner. Cedric will not settle for silent rejection; instead, he will turn Natalia’s days into an organized "hell." Every look is a stab, every word is a spark, and every night they spend in that ill-fated room is a new round of psychological torture, where Natalia burns between the fire of her impossible love for William and the fire of her imposed hatred for Cedric.

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.

The Kruul King burns the world to ash, and his Archons leave nothing but poisoned earth in their wake. To stop the slaughter, three desperate heroes must journey into the Shadowfern—lands where the ground itself decays beneath your boots and reality frays at the edges. They need a guide who knows the poisoned paths. They find him in Snowdrift: Thal, a giant of few words who has walked these lands longer than memory serves. But the only road to the Shadowfern runs through the Empyrean Spine—mountains forged from ancient sacrifice, where dragon-magic still lingers and the fog forces travelers to confront what they've buried deepest. Nyra carries an axe forged from grief and a rage that has never cooled. Luken wields power he doesn't fully understand, magic that answers to something darker than his will. Valen fights with the desperation of a man who has already lost everything once. Together, they follow a legend who may be their only hope—or the catalyst for something far worse. Because some oaths were never meant to be broken. Some doors were never meant to be opened. And in the spaces between worlds, ancient forces are stirring that make the Kruul King look like a passing shadow. Some journeys don't end in glory. They end in sacrifice. This one ends in blood.

[Additional Tags: No 18+ ,Early Romance,Goblins,Mysterious Past, Superheroes,Weak To Strong,Tragedy] ____________ Exactly five years ago, the world faced a strange disaster — every man suddenly turned into a half-monster. And now, goblins are spreading fast for no clear reason. I’m Arla, and today I’m joining the mass recruitment test, taking the Knight position. The reason’s simple — I don’t have much mana, but my physical strength is pretty solid. It won’t be easy, but I’ll do it!!!

Note from the Author: This is the original serialized version of Cupid's Ghost. The Kindle edition includes expanded edits and an epilogue. Peter's life was nothing special—routine, quiet, forgettable. But just when he finally decided to make a change, everything ended. Except… it didn’t. Now a ghost, Peter finds himself tethered to a small bookstore and drawn into the lives of June, a young woman who sees more than she admits, and Lily, a spirited girl who doesn’t let being dead stop her from living. As Peter adjusts to his strange new existence, he begins to discover that letting go isn’t always the end—and sometimes, the most important parts of life happen after it's over. Cupid’s Ghost is a heartfelt story about second chances, unexpected friendships, and the quiet ways people—living or not—can change each other’s lives.