tragedy

Mana is the essence of the soul and what builds up life, those who are able to manipulate this energy are labelled as Witches. But as a minority, they were hunted nearly to extinction during the Dark Ages, but due to their perseverance they have survived until now. Even then the Witches now are nothing but used as tools, a Witch walking the same streets as a human is unheard of and even shamed, even having a Witch as a family member would end up in prejudice by others.

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.

The words from the letter before him hit him hard, and he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him, probably because it had. He could not believe what had been said in the letter, he could not believe the king would do such a thing, he knew the king was mad, but this? This was an act of pure lunacy, something only someone so depraved and insane could do. That he had done it not to just one person but to all of Brandon’s companions was something that shocked him. It showed just how far gone Aerys was, he was no longer the smiling and charming man of his youth, in his place gods Rickard did not know what he was. As if trying to shake of the fear and the horror or rather trying to confirm it he spoke. “Can you read the letter again Maester Walys?” The maester who had been in Winterfell for as long as Rickard could somewhat remember looked at him sorrowfully and spoke once more. “In the name of his most royal highness King Aerys Targaryen, second of his name King of the Seven Kingdoms, we do hereby announce the death of Brandon Stark heir to Winterfell and son of Lord Rickard Stark. Lord Brandon proved to be treasonous beyond measure and threatened not only the life of our son and heir Prince Rhaegar, but has also been plotting to remove us from our gods given throne. For these crimes, we sentenced Brandon Stark to death by fire. We do hereby request that Lord Rickard Stark come with his children to renew his fealty to the throne, and to show us that he is not a traitor unlike his son.” If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!

" You were always so full of spirit, brother. Such a little terror you and Shaggydog were and even on the coldest nights on the Wall I could find a smile on my face as I remembered you all. You and Arya were cut from the same cloth, both so full of life and so keen to explore. She may have been Underfoot but you weren't too far from being so yourself." Jon said his voice sounded as if he was trying to be happy and yet it was very much not. Rickon tried to answer, tried to speak to his brother, and found he could not, though he did welcome the sound of Jon's voice and the words he continued to speak. It had been so long since he'd heard anyone he'd named as his kin. So long that he was sure he'd never hear them again and so he listened as Jon spoke and he felt the cold begin to be replaced by a warmth he'd not felt since before his father had left Winterfell all those years ago. " This is not how your life ends, Rickon. The gods aren't finished with you yet and your family misses you greatly. Come back to us brother, come back for I fear I cannot do what I must alone." Jon said softly. The flames began to wash over him and yet he felt no fear and it wasn't until he saw the blue eyes and the wall of ice that he began to worry. It was with the images of what seemed to be dead men marching that he awoke from and his panic threatened to overwhelm him only for him to see his brother and to then feel his arms wrap tightly around him. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

" Aegon Targaryen, Kinslayer, a man without honor, a fool played by bitter men and women. You were the prince that was promised, Azor Ahai, all our hopes and dreams, and just like with your life you refused to reach out and take it,. You refused to be who you were born to be, Why?" the voice called out. " I didn't know how to.". " No you did not, perhaps it's time you learn" the voice said. " Please." he said as the images of a life not lived played out in front of him, horrifying and revealing, Jon watched as secrets were revealed and a crossroads lay before him. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION! #### Everyone has a purpose in life, and Kyo's purpose is to be the biggest name in the entertainment world. Start with books. Then, screenplays. How about drawing comics? What if I try writing a song? I'm handsome, why don't I become an actor? Everything Kyo touches ends up becoming a hit. Even as a child, he was considered a legend in the entertainment world.

They called him a demon. They spat on him in the streets. They let him eat alone for twelve years. And when the Heavenly Screen flashed across the sky—showing Naruto Uzumaki as the man who would end everything—the first thing he whispered wasn't rage or vengeance. It was: "Why didn't anyone tell me my parents died for me?" This isn't a story about a hero turning evil. It's about a boy who loved too hard in a world that only taught him how to bleed. And when the screen revealed everything Konoha buried—the lies, the cover-ups, the bodies in the basement—Naruto didn't become a monster. He just stopped pretending to be their hero.

To the world, he was nothing more than a crippled man—pitied, mocked, dismissed as useless. Yet, behind the veil of shadows, he reigned as a ruthless CEO, feared by those who dared to cross his path. But to her, he was none of those things. To her, he was a saviour, a safe place, her comfort… her forever. To the world, she was nothing but a madwoman, fragile and unstable—someone to be avoided. But in the underworld, she was a Queen, commanding respect and loyalty that few could ever dream of. Yet to him, she was simply his wife—the sweet, innocent, caring woman who softened the cruelty in his heart. No one could have imagined the cold, merciless CEO singing lullabies in the dark of night, or sitting through endless cartoons just to keep his beloved company. But love changes even the most merciless of men. Yet, peace never lasts forever. Secrets buried deep threaten to resurface, and enemies from the past return with vengeance burning in their eyes. Their fragile happiness hangs by a thread. When the storm comes, will they be strong enough to endure the trials and betrayals ahead? Or will the world succeed in tearing them apart—forever?

What would you feel if the last remaining happiness in your life—your cute, 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." *** [Warning: This is a work of fiction set in a completely imaginary world. All characters, events, and relationships are purely fictional and should not be compared to reality. This story may explore themes that are not for everyone. If it’s not to your taste, feel free to move on—there are plenty of other stories out there. Reader discretion is advised.] 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 is slow paced... I think. I am not sure how the pacing will go.] [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

Some people are born to be remembered. Others spend their lives chasing it. Ariana Larken has always dreamed of leaving a mark on the world-of being admired, talked about, and never forgotten. She idolizes Evelora Sainthill, a woman who seems untouchable, perfect, and timeless. Inspired by her, Aria is determined to shine, to be a legend in her own right. But the desire to be remembered comes with a cost. As Aria chases fame, perfection, and immortality through her impact, she begins to realize that history remembers more than just the triumphs-it can also trap those who reach too far. A story of ambition, dreams, and the price of wanting forever, Stuck in History asks: What happens when the desire to be remembered takes over you completely?

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.

Yuuta Konuari was the weakest, most average guy on Earth. Barely scraping through college. Working a part-time job. Growing up in a quiet orphanage with no family to call his own. Life was simple. Predictable. Lonely. Then fate played a cruel game. One night, he dreamed of a woman. A stunning, powerful Dragon Queen from another world and he slept with her. The dream felt so real that he woke breathless, but he convinced himself it was nothing. Just his lonely mind playing tricks. He forgot about it. He moved on. He continued living in silence for Five year. Until she showed up in his room. Erza, the Dragon Queen, crossed worlds to find him. She brought a child with silver hair, tiny wings, and red eyes that looked exactly like his. A little girl who called him "Papa." She gives him one year. One year to prove himself worthy of being her mate. One year before she kills him for tainting the royal bloodline. Yuuta should be terrified. He is terrified. But he has never had a family before. And Elena with her wagging tail, her boundless curiosity, and her absolute certainty that Papa can fix anything has already claimed his heart. On the surface, this is a story about a mortal man who somehow won the heart of an ice queen. A slice-of-life romance about cooking, dancing, and learning to be a family. It is warm. It is tender. It is the kind of story that makes you believe love can conquer anything. It is not. Beneath the surface, something else lurks. A secret buried in Yuuta's blood. A past he was forced to forget. A truth that connects him to the very monsters hunting them. The scars on his back are not from childhood accidents. The nightmares that wake him screaming are not random. And the woman who swore to kill him is beginning to realize that the mortal she despises is not the villain she imagined. He is the victim. The forgotten son. The boy who was never meant to exist. As enemies close in from both worlds, Yuuta must uncover the truth of his origin before it destroys everything he loves. He does not have magic. He does not have power. He has only his hands, his heart, and the stubborn refusal to let go. He doesn't need to be a hero. He just needs to hold on. But holding on may cost him everything. Join DragonVeil Discord: https://discord.gg/Z97qm22k2Q

WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- “They forced you? I see no scars!” His voice was cruel, almost amused—like he wanted nothing more than to carve the truth out of my skin himself. A scoff left him as his huge hand snapped up, grabbing my jaw and wrapping around my neck, forcing my gaze up to his. Eyes like a true Alpha… rare, dangerous. Even in the dark, I could feel it—like he saw straight through me. “I see no missing fingers… your tongue is still intact. Nails… nothing about you shows that you have suffered.” His grip tightened. My mouth fell open as I gasped, tears spilling down my face. “…I come here and I expect that at least you would give me the decency of the truth! Yet all I hear is lies!” His voice rose, shaking the air between us. “You look soft and weak… but that’s all a mask!” His fingers pressed harder, pain blooming through my jaw. “You have a dirty soul!” ================= Raven was young, naïve… and an Omega. She stumbled upon their pack—three powerful Alpha brothers who could have ended her life in an instant. Instead, they let her go on one condition: she must never reveal their location to anyone. But fate was never merciful to her. When she returned home, her father was panicked—an attack was coming from the Moonburn Pack and someone had to divert their enemies’ attention. Raven is forced into an impossible choice: protect her family or preserve another. To save her own, she betrays someone else’s. It was the beginning of her ruin. Not only did her decision unleash chaos she could never undo, it marked her for revenge—by the Alphas she had wronged, and by the consequences of her own deceit. Now she struggles for survival in a world ruled by powerful Alphas, broken promises, and dark desire. But can a girl who betrayed so much ever find redemption—or love—without paying the ultimate price?

Max had a new life in the Marvel Universe (Mix of Spiderman Multiverse and MCU). But with his love dead and no way to bring her back, or so he thinks. A man cane to make a deal, a way fkr him to try and get her back. Will he accept the deal? what will he do afterwards? cone tead to find out.

Can’t learn ninjutsu? Then forget them! With chakra control this precise, who even needs nature release? If it has no attribute, I’ll just invent more ninjutsu without one. If existing techniques don’t work, I’ll create my own “Six Styles.” And why chase after Sage Arts when I can develop a Sage Mode tailored for humans? Yagyū Souma looks at the results of his research and shrugs: “Honestly… isn’t this way more practical than regular ninjutsu?”

This book is also known as Douluo: My Parents Died Because of Tang Hao at the Start In the era of Douluo Continent 3: The Legend of the Dragon King, after the Heaven-Reaching Douluo Yun Ming burned his life to leave the last spark for Shrek Academy, his soul was swallowed by a spatial rift and returned to the era of the Sea God Tang San twenty thousand years ago, becoming the grandson of Yang Wudi, the clan leader of the Breaking Clan. A brand new story unfolds from here. What kind of sparks will fly when Yun Ming, the sole Lord of the End of Shrek Academy, meets Tang San, the Lord of the First Generation's Revival? Two people with completely opposite personalities and dispositions!!! PS: This novel has no system, is anti-Shrek, relatively not dark, and involves ascending to godhood.

“Doing the wrong thing for the right reason… never ends well for anyone.” Seven great races ruled the continent of Eldarion. Humans weren’t among them. To the world, mankind was nothing more than background noise, as insignificant as a breath of air, as laughable as a failed joke of creation. A race with no promise. No power. No future. Tyler was born into that world—a world where every “hero of humanity” was fated to fall before they could rise. So he abandoned the path of heroes entirely. He chose the road stained in shadows. He chose the power no sane soul would touch. He chose to become a demon— not for glory, but for survival. His purpose was simple: Ascend as the Demon King. Stand as a monstrous shield when the true invaders finally tear into their continent. And he succeeded. He rose higher, darker, and stronger than any being before him. But power has a price. A price he only understood when it was far too late. For in climbing toward salvation, He became the very abomination he once swore to destroy— The Desecrator. And the world whispered: “There is no lesser or greater evil. There is only evil.” Yet a more profound truth lingered in the dark: “Because sometimes, only one Evil can devour another.” *** Discord - https://discord.gg/4xbt5Nwrtn *** #Yandere #ComplexCharacters #NoHarem #Dark #RareBloodline #Magic #Slowburn #FatedLove #Demons #Dragons #Otherworlders #RunicSorcery #Evil-FL

In another world some humans have attained special powers and abilities, some humans have used these abilities to do harm causing the government to establish heroes and quads to keep the streets safe for civilians. But every world has its own myths and legends, what is this world? why do people have powers? what is the truth behind humanity? Join choda on his journey to heroism, the closest there is to the 12 originates who have disappeared from society. The truth always comes to light...or your country.

"I'm not giving up! Even if I have to break your legs to drag you back here, I'm bringing you home!" "Hmph. My foolish little brother... you're still as naive as ever."

When Angel and Scarlet stumble upon a mysterious old letter, they find themselves thrown into a world where time itself is broken but not together. They must navigate fractured timelines, ancient secrets, and look for each other. But as the rift pulls them deeper, their bond is tested — by destiny, by danger, and by the truths they are afraid to know. Will they ever find each other or...