tragedy

In a distant past, the seven Ancestral Beasts clashed, and the blood they spilled rained onto the entire plane, infecting humans and animals alike, making them part of their powerful bloodlines. As a small village’s hunter, Liam was unaware of the consequences of that legendary battle. His sole goal was to become a cultivator to gain the strength and resources he needed to avenge his family. Yet, when Liam’s Ancestral Bloodline awakened, he uncovered a connection between his family’s killers and the Dragon King, a connection that could expand his revenge to the entire Kingdom. -------------------- Discord link: https://discord.gg/mefzf3aQJ8 Instagram: eocnovels X: @EoCNovels Cover artist: https://digitalrowye.com

When two 21-year-old Londoners — Richard and Derek — cross paths during a freak rainstorm on Oxford Street, they witness something impossible: a soul-devouring Shadow Whisperer stalking the city. Marked by the entity, the unlikely pair is forced to become paranormal detectives in a hidden world of ghosts, curses, and ancient evil lurking beneath London’s streets. Guided only by a cryptic old bartender, they must master strange new powers they never asked for while investigating the supernatural crimes plaguing Whitechapel, Soho, and the East End. But as their bond grows and their abilities awaken, they realize the greatest threat may not be the monsters they hunt… but the darkness awakening inside themselves.

Hades is not just a billionaire mogul; he is the literal personification of Death. To the public, he is the elusive, stone-cold CEO of the Luther Corporation, a man whose empire stretches across the globe and whose face hasn't aged a single day in a century. To his thousands of fanatical subordinates, he is a dark deity—a mafia-esque king who rules from a secluded, glass-walled fortress. He is immortal, untouchable, and utterly bored with an existence. He has watched empires fall and stars burn out, leaving his heart as hollow as a fresh grave. That boredom shatters on a rain-slicked Monday morning. While Hades is being driven to his skyscraper, a reckless stranger dives into the path of his speeding car to save a shivering stray cat. Hades doesn’t stop—he never stops—but the image of the boy’s defiant, silver-grey eyes stays burned into his mind. Days later, seeking a moment of quiet, Hades enters an upscale city restaurant. There, standing before him with a tray in hand and a tired but kind smile, is the same boy: ken. A hardworking university freshman balancing three part-time jobs just to afford his education. The moment their eyes meet, the cold void in Hades’ chest finally sparks with a terrifying, singular Obsession. Ken is just a student trying to survive his finals; he didn’t expect to catch the eye of the world’s most dangerous man. Driven by a hunger he cannot name, the King of the Underworld decides to trade his boardroom for a lecture hall, enrolling in Ken’s university to stalk his prey in plain sight. From the dark corners of the library to the crowded campus halls, Hades is everywhere. He doesn't just want Ken’s heart—he wants everything. In a game of cat and mouse, how do you escape a man who literally has forever to find you?

Fueled by a hatred and thirst for power and revenge he cannot explain, JÜRGEN claws his way through pain, battle, and betrayal, seeking power above all else. Every strike, every sacrifice, every bond is a step toward revenge,but what revenge? against who? the world? or is it something else? what happens when he becomes the strongest, when his thirst is finally sated… what remains of the boy he once was?

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.

Everyone called her "Zero." Ira was always seen as a failure. But behind her silence, a quiet strength was growing. Maybe "Zero" was never the end ... Maybe it was her beginning.

The sky changed without warning. Across Harbor City, reality fractures into lines of blue geometry—precise, silent, and absolute. When the first correction falls, it does not simply destroy. It decides. Streets vanish. Structures rewrite. People change. Kael is the only one who can see the system behind it. A black interface burns across his vision, issuing commands no one else receives: MOVE BEFORE PHASE TWO DESCENDS CLAIM THE FALLING LINE TO CREATE IS TO CHOOSE WHAT DOES NOT FALL When Kael touches one of the descending lines, something impossible happens. He does not survive it. He claims it. Now marked as an anomaly by the system governing the sky, Kael becomes its highest-priority target—hunted by execution constructs built to erase him and everything connected to him. But the deeper he pushes into the ruins, the clearer the truth becomes: The world is not ending. It is being corrected. And Kael was never meant to exist inside the final version. With a handful of survivors, a power built on impossible precision, and a cost that rises with every use, Kael must learn to create against a system designed to overwrite reality itself—choosing, one impossible decision at a time, what will remain and what must fall. Because Phase Two has already begun. And this time, the sky will not stop at the city. It will correct everything.

" The love of money is the root of all evil"

Harumi moved to a quiet little town in the countryside for a simple reason: peace, quiet… and maybe eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. On her third day, she accidentally brings home two children from the market. No planning. No experience. Definitely no instruction manual. Now her life includes: a huge, dusty house, unexpected bills, suspiciously curious neighbors, a boy who acts more responsibly than she does, and a little girl who can secretly run the whole house. Between burnt dinners, school chaos, and daily "how did this happen?" moments, Harumi slowly realizes that this noisy, unpredictable mess… might be the closest she's ever come to home. A cozy and chaotic slice of everyday life, full of humor, affection, chosen family, and daily disasters. If you enjoy lighthearted comedy, wholesome relationships, and stories where nothing goes as planned — Welcome to your new home.

Ten years ago, a scientist was murdered after refusing to turn human emotion into a weapon. His son was declared dead in the fire. He wasn’t. Now grown, Ayan uncovers his father’s hidden research — biochemical compounds capable of amplifying fear, panic, and obedience. In the wrong hands, it could control minds. In the right hands… it could expose an empire. As powerful executives and political figures move to silence him, Ayan launches a quiet war from the shadows. But the deeper he goes, the harder one question becomes: Can he destroy the weapon… without becoming one himself?

"Do you know why they built the circus, son?” The man’s voice carried no warmth. His hollow eyes lingered as he placed a jester’s hat onto the boy’s head. It slipped too easily, the bells whispering as it swallowed his face. The boy fumbled with it. “No… father.” The man leaned closer, fixing it with slow, deliberate care. “So no one looks where they’re not supposed to.”

Zirinos is a monster who, with the power of an entire galaxy on his back, lives without fear or concern, killing and raping, that is, until his father dies and his killer sends him to another world with the intention of seducing women and then killing them. Is Zirinos, in fact, as bad as you think? Will he be able to get his galaxy back? From another world, Denis, a good guy, dies and appears in the same world that Zirinos' father's killer sent him to, but instead of killing after seduction, he has the noble mission of protecting. And, last but not least, Helena tries to find a meaning to live without following the orders of her emperor... Do the paths of three completely different characters converge into an epic tragedy? Maybe.... Who knows. Read and find out for yourself. *I release chapters every day or every two days, I shall not "drop" the book. I want to write until I die. I feel enough love to finally put into practice what I consider good but simple in relation to this work. I hope you like it! I am, too, open to criticism!

Ather is tired of this world, tired of its answers, but then he's given an opportunity to enter into a new world. Ather will lose everything, but his will remains unbroken, because if it doesn't kill you, it'll only make you stronger. Will Ather lose everything, or will he defy his fate?

Reborn into his past with fragmented memories, a man sets out to become a better version of himself. But as the world around him begins to shape itself to fit him, he's forced to question whether he's discovering the truth... or creating it.

Tjer survived Kage. A city where nothing new can be learned. Stay too long… and you will lose yourself. He escaped with only two things left: his sister, and the sword his father left him. All he wishes for is a better life—a normal life—but most especially for his little sister, who had never met the true versions of her parents. For that he makes use of his essence, a power that came from within, a power that shapes him—a power bigger than he can fathom. "Who am I again…?" A voice. One that has watched his entire life. It remembers nothing about itself… Yet the longer it stays with Tjer, the more it regains, and the more Tjer loses. Neither his past, nor his future lets him find that life he desires.

In a world where gods are created through evil and cannibalism, blessing their subjects and sending them to war… Sammael—an abomination of two cursed races, both persecuted for their link to the fallen angel Lucifer. Somehow, that freak of nature found a place he could call home. A place where he was accepted. But to keep it… to let the ones he loves live in peace… he must kill every god humanity has ever worshipped. And yet… isn’t Lucifer a god too?

After losing his father, Giyo swore never to be weak again. Determined to become a legendary Captain, he plunges into a world where magic, faith, and monsters walk hand in hand. But his desire to protect the Mortal Realm will lead him to uncover truths that were never meant to be known—and to face creatures descending from the heavens and crawling out of hell. Amidst friendships, tragic losses, and battles that test the very fabric of his soul, Giyo will learn that true strength is about much more than just wielding magic.

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

He thought the strange presence in his life had disappeared— until it came back. Closer. Clearer. And far too familiar to be called a stranger. The man who appears before him feels the same… yet not the same. As fragments of memory begin to surface, he is forced to question everything— Was it really the same person he had been searching for all these years… or someone else entirely? Because even if memories fade— some connections never do. And this one… refuses to let him go.