tragedy

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

My story is unique it does not have a system window or transmigration so if you looking for a mc who gets everything he wants and everything goes his way means this story is not for you it has a structure of poly protagonist theme so if you need usuals its not your cup of tea Levize, the God Killer, sits nonchalant atop a gutted cleaver whale, katana gleaming—proof he felled a god with a mere wave. In endless seas of ravagers and ancients, Levize mentors youths through brutal trials. "Don't ever compare yourself to him," Waltz warns. But as god-etched secrets spill—"The only way to obtain it is by ki_l_li_ng the ancient one"—new threats surge. Will the legend conquer the abyss again? I will be posting This on RoyalRoad.com https://www.royalroad.com/profile/890096/fictions

In the dark alleys of 1920s Gyeongseong, a monster is born not of nature, but of human greed. Lee Kang, the "wailing tiger," is a failed experiment created by his own traitorous father. Every time he unleashes his beastly power, his bones shatter in agonizing pain. His only anchor is Yeon-hwa, a mute shaman girl who sacrifices her own life force to keep his soul from slipping into madness. To save the girl and crush the empire that turned him into a monster, Kang must rewrite the history of a failing nation. He will turn the streets of Gyeongseong into a sea of blood. "I will not die a failure. I will die a nightmare."

in a world where every one has powers, we read the story of Kyte who has the power to manipulate force,one day he participates in a tournamnet held by his school that ends up changing his life

This is a rewritten book of a previous FF called : Mushoku Tensei: That forgotten mob Never would I’ve thought that a simple water ball would awaken those feelings inside of me, as the day passed, memories falling to pieces together to awaken an ability that brings me trauma and dread towards the future. As the day passed, more knowledge and different future that lies ahead of me appeared and scare me. I tried to bear through the world, and see what kind of struggle I can make before stopping at the juncture where I can make a change. In this godforsaken world… I wonder, what change can I make? tldr: Claude was just a brat—a village troublemaker with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind—until a prank gone wrong awakened something terrifying and impossible. Memories. Not from another life, but from many. Futures that never happened. Timelines that fractured. Pain that felt too real to be fiction. Now, armed with fragments of knowledge from alternate realities, Claude knows one thing: the peaceful village of Buena is not safe. A disaster is coming—the Mana Calamity—and no one is prepared. So Claude trains. Under Paul Greyrat's sword. Alongside Rudeus' magic. With grit, secrets, and a plan no one can know.

A thousand deaths is many, but is it truly? Millions die in war, tens of thousands from a simple fall, and hundreds from various unexplained causes. But think about the way a single death feels, a parent lost?a child? What about those taken from you by another, or unnaturally? The story behind a death can be heart breaking. I aim only to tell the stories, nothing more, nothing less. note: this was made years ago, so the early chapters are going to be garbage I assume, I'm not rereading them or my previously written synopsis yet, I probably can't handle the cringe (I have to brace myself first). I'm mostly using this to write a series of short horror stories, but there will be an overarching plot, this novel will have exactly 1,000 numbered chapters by the end (the fist, second, etc.) hence the name. I'll try to make a non-AI cover eventually for Artistic integrity, but I don't have the skills as of right now, so please don't judge it to harshly yet. No AI is used in the writing, no AI will be used in the writing.

The story will explore the latter part of the story after Zarc was defeated, but before, it delves into the Arc-V story, to correct it. It will also explore Other Worlds, Parallel Worlds of Yu-Gi-Oh, with different stories, later stories, and different settings. There will be some new characters, not just for the story but for the battle too and more. Not just for latter, but the current Arc-V story as well.

When a devoted fan of A Song of Ice and Fire opened his eyes, he found himself standing in Westeros. Not as a king. Not as a lord. He became Suleiman, a nameless minor knight under the impoverished Daddings family, living by the muddy lower reaches of the Green Fork in the Riverlands. No gold. No soldiers. No influence. The family ruled over barely fifty peasants and held a status so low they were nothing more than silent figures in the corners of noble banquets. Before him stood the crushing weight of eight thousand years of aristocratic hierarchy. Yet in a land torn by war and shifting tides, this outsider from another world began his climb. From the mockery of “Sir Stinky Castle” on the edge of a swamp… to the throne of the Trident itself. In Westeros, even the smallest pawn can become a king. --------------------------- Join my Patreon now to get instant access to the next chapters!

In a world where the sun has long since perished beneath an eternal cobalt night, every human is born with Lunar Ichor, a living essence etched with a unique Lunar Sigil, a sacred symbol engraved into the soul itself. Yet Lunar Ichor alone grants no true divinity. Only when it resonates with Divine Ichor through the sacred rite of Baptism does the sigil awaken, forging an Astral Card, the vessel of one’s ascension and power. But the heavens are broken. The Moons, fragments of Divine Ichor left behind by gods waging endless war, hang shattered above the world, bleeding their power into mankind while spreading corruption through the night. From these celestial wounds came the Howlings, monstrous echoes of divine ruin, and the prophecy of another Cataclysm, a calamity said to descend when the Moon Goddess Noxella awakens once more. Amid this dying world lives Clyde Nox Pvolae, a boy who never sought power, never desired ascension, and never wished to stand among gods. Yet when he discovers a forbidden book buried beneath ancient truths, his Lunar Ichor mutates into Hollow Star, an impossible anomaly that defies the sacred laws binding humanity to the heavens. As the coming Cataclysm draws near and the descent of Noxella threatens to plunge the world into ruin, Clyde becomes entangled in a fate older than the gods themselves. If the heavens once fell because of mankind’s arrogance, then what will happen when one human gains the power to defy the gods? Will history repeat itself? This story is officially published on Royal Road by Cyan_Yabby. Available on Patreon for early access to chapters and exclusive content: https://patreon.com/Cyan_Yabby?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

You think you can understand Chaos? Foolish! Chaos isn't merely disorder; it is the ultimate paradox - Life and death, creation and destruction, the beginning and the end. In a hyper-advanced future built on quantum technology, humanity is awakened by the same energy tearing the universe apart. Entities from a higher dimension invade, forcing humans to the brink of extinction. In the shadows of this broken world, Missio Augustus wanders aimlessly like a lost soul, fighting his own inner darkness. As the Lieutenant General of the Black ops division, he goes on a mission to capture an international kingpin but experiences his life-long trauma once again. While falling into depression, he watches as an ancient church brings mayhem upon humanity... This is a relaunch of my original work. I am moving this story from my previous account (SageofMusic) to this new handle (Ekadash). I am the sole creator of Music Box Mayhem.

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.

When the Moon is declared unreachable, most people lower their gaze. Except Crown Prince Isaiah. His obsession with the mysterious Red Moon began on a night when the infamous figure saved the very people who attempted to assassinate him but instead of seeking revenge or capturing the traitors, Isaiah found himself chasing the one person. The one person he could not forget. The one person he could not understand. But Isaiah didn't know the truth at that time. The Red Moon he pursued was a legend named Crimson Moon Waterfall — A Courtesan known for his unmatched beauty, his forbidden dance, and his unrivalled strength. And thus, The butterfly has decided to chase the impossible. But the impossible has decided to run. And when the Red Moon finally stops running… the world may burn with it. **** I upload every week on Saturday ( Except the last week of every month. ) Extra tags: #Obsession #Slow Burn #psychological #weaktostrong #complicated power dynamic #betrayal (This is also going to be slight reverse harem.) *** Disclaimer: The backstories of the characters is full of trauma, depression, gore, Violence etc. Characters are morally complex. *** If you want a complicated power dynamic between characters. This story is for you! Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/6W5FBsRwc

As a journalist who had no idea who Homelander or the Seven even were, Joey was reborn as Superman and found himself living in the corrupt, rotten world of The Boys. Could anything be more dark than that? Only after Joey set out on a strange journey to resurrect his adoptive parents—traveling across the DC and Marvel multiverses—did he realize— There really was! --- This is a translation and not my work. The original author is 门扉之神克里斯. Please support the original author if you can! The link to the original book is: https://www.qidian.com/book/1041213140/ --- This is like my fourth translation work so I can guarantee quality. One or two chapters per day cuz this is a passion project and I have actual work.... And finally, a small advice as a fellow reader of this fanfic, I would advice start reading from chapter 30. Although the name is "Starting from The Boys", the original author kinda butchered that arc. It's... not great... The author probably realized that so he moved on to the next world pretty early. The writing gets significantly better starting from the next world, which is the Flashpoint world. There's a reason I straight up upload this book with 40+ chapters... But feel free to read it if you want, I'll leave it there anyways lol. I'm at chapter 90 as well so I'm also reading as I translate. Enjoy!

The Heavenly Court's hypocrisy disgusted its creator, the First Venerable. The Second Immortal King of an Era felt a chance at budding love. The Limitless Demon gave its head in chaos, indifferent to Heaven's Cage. The Savage One teemed with joy, finding a new reckless companion. The Blooming Red Lotus exuded a soft fragrance, sending ripples from future to past. And the Bean Stalk's Creator was left in the dust. Theft was its fortune, and the lucky savage shuddered in rage, having its culture shattered. The era of murder and peace was in the past, and chaos ensued anew. Let him dream, let him dream. Let him savor the future droplets of time and the sweetness of Dream's darkest realms. He is the spirit of all filthy beings, and his 'Gu' will seed the essence of Heaven and Earth. *** PS. I suggest joining Discord and accessing the index for this fanfiction, where the chapters in docx/pdf may have spicier images based on the chapters and smut. *** Follow the latest news @ https://discord.gg/2bNNW26DYU *** Support me @ https://subscribestar.adult/fanharem https://www.patreon.com/Fanharem

He entered a world he once watched, only to follow the one person who was never meant to be saved. Johann had already given up on reality long before it began to collapse. The only thing that kept him going was a game, The Mayhem, and its silent, unstoppable protagonist: the Hellraider. Then the game became real. Monsters, death, and destruction—everything unfolded exactly as he remembered. But Johann didn’t enter this world to survive. He came for one reason: to follow Hellraider… and change the ending that should have never happened. Yet the more he walks that path, the more the world begins to break away from what he knows. Events shift. Truths contradict. And the figure he once believed he understood refuses to be defined by anything, not even the story itself. In a world where even fate is unstable, Johann continues forward, even when he no longer knows what he is chasing.

The world keeps on evolving, however whether the world is evolving or devolving… the massacre still going with the sacrifice. The blood keeps dripping from the veins of humans. The umbra behind the wall of city killing many people from the very start. Human also evolving a tactic to protect their mankind from being eaten or kill. A human who uses the part of Umbra as a weapon and a human who from the start has the power coexist to keep their places safe. The special unit in every country has been established with the people who are called wielder and variant as their own soldier. = sorry in the early chapter i am not really good at writting.

“She forgot him. He became the story she couldn’t stop reading.” Anaya Sharma is an English teacher with a perfectly respectable life… and a perfectly questionable secret. By day, she teaches grammar, discipline, and moral lessons. By night, she secretly reads romance novels—completely hooked on the dangerously addictive words of the mysterious, anonymous author… Noir.R. No face. No identity. Just stories that feel a little too real. Stories she definitely shouldn’t be feeling this much. But life takes an unexpected turn when Anaya finds herself married to Reyansh Malhotra— a calm, composed, and slightly intimidating doctor who seems… perfectly normal. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Because sometimes— the way he speaks feels oddly familiar. Sometimes— his words sound like they’ve been taken straight out of the pages she secretly reads. And sometimes… he looks at her like he knows something she doesn’t. Coincidence? Probably. (Definitely.) …Right? What Anaya doesn’t know— is that her story with Reyansh didn’t begin here. Years ago, in the quiet corners of a school library and rain-soaked evenings, they had already met. Already fallen. Already broken. A misunderstanding. A moment seen, not understood. And a goodbye that never came. She left. Without answers. Without memories. He stayed. With everything. And when the silence became too loud, Reyansh turned his pain into words— Stories filled with longing, loss, and emotions so raw that readers could feel them… without ever knowing the truth behind them. Because every story he wrote— was about her. Now, years later, fate brings them together again— Not as lovers. But as strangers tied by marriage. Anaya doesn’t remember him. But sometimes— a name slips. A feeling lingers. A line from a novel feels like it’s questioning her. And Reyansh? He remembers everything. Every moment. Every word. Every goodbye she never said. Now he stands at a crossroad— Tell her the truth and risk breaking her all over again… or stay silent, and love her like it’s the first time. Because what happens when fiction starts bleeding into reality? And what if the man she married isn’t just hiding secrets— but has been writing them all along? And maybe the real question isn’t— who is Noir.R? But— what happens when she finally remembers?

After many years, he return back to his home country, Canada. He started his life as a normal student. But fate had different plans. He swore to protect his loved ones to matter the cost. This is the story of a boy named Ethan

An isekai world that feels like paradise for introverts, where they can do everything and feel free. This world is called Dharti. But now, everywhere is under the control of the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord joined hands with a god and conquered Dharti. Whoever adventurers went to fight them never returned. The few who survived chose to side with the Demon Lord. Now, all adventurers rule over different regions of the world as his generals. They are divided into classes — the higher the class, the larger the cities under their control. Guilds no longer exist, and people fear becoming adventurers. No one dares to go against the Demon Lord. Everyone lives a life of slavery. Our hero is known as Jhed. He has been reborn into this world. Long ago, a prophecy foretold that a hero would come to save the world from the Demon Lord and the god. But many years have passed, and people no longer believe in that prophecy. Jhed must rise as the hero to save this world. He possesses the power of immortality, a gift once stolen from the gods. Can he restore Dharti to what it once was? On his journey, many people will cross his path…

Haruko could hardly believe it — she had actually transmigrated into a melodramatic female-oriented novel. And she had become a cannon fodder villainess! Facing a death flag right at the start, Haruko decisively transformed into a yandere loli and confessed to the female lead. “Ichiko, the one I like is you!” “You clearly said you liked me — so why are you still going to someone else!” “I won’t allow you to like anyone else. You can only like me!!!” She would confess, make her fall in love, and then fake her death in front of her — making herself her one and only. But gradually, Haruko noticed something was off. The female lead seemed to have been raised into a yandere. “Hey, Haruko, you can only like me too, okay?”