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Disclaimer: The backstories of the characters are full of trauma, depression, gore, violence etc. Characters are morally complex. *** VOL-1 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 that one person. 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 chosen to run. VOL-2 When their relationship took a good turn, the world's future took a bad turn. Will their newly formed relationship last in the dark Era of Apollyon? VOL-3 The peace was restored in the world, but not in their relationship... Secrets, lies, and old conflicts began to rise. The legend Isaiah chased was never as simple as he believed. His beloved moon was connected to the same existence that once killed him. And as the truth slowly unfolds, their past returns to crush everything they built. Yet everything ended in a very unexpected way. **** COVER IS NOT MINE. IT IS TAKEN FROM PINTEREST. CREDIT TO REAL ARTIST! I upload every week on Saturday or Sunday ( except the last week of every month. ) Extra tags: #Obsession #Slow Burn #psychological #weaktostrong #complicated power dynamic #betrayal #apocalypse #reincarnation (This is also going to be slight reverse harem.) *** If you want to talk about this book please join the discord server! Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/KNdShQWuS ***

Horror stories written by Joseph Kohtz The Spooky Halloween Sleepover in The Haunted Woods: After a few of their friends go missing, a group of kids investigates The Dead Woods to find them. While there, they run into monsters and ghosts that pick them off. Since their friends are disappearing, they decide to have a sleepover in the haunted woods until they find them, but they soon all go missing after the hauntings intensify. Fear Itself: After being told a ghost story around the campfire, a group of kids attending the camp becomes terrified as ghosts and monsters haunt the camp and the surrounding forest. They become afraid of it, but some initially think it's all a prank by one of the counselors, even when the campers and counselors start to get picked off one by one. Even though things look bad, some campers still think it's a fraud, at least until things get worse. The longer they stay and ignore the ghosts' warnings, the worse the hauntings become. Then they become convinced and start to get scared out of their wits. The Ghoulish Haunted Mansion: On Halloween, a group of kids decides to venture inside an old, abandoned mansion to see if it's haunted, only to be scared out of their wits by all sorts of monsters and ghosts. While inside, the kids meet a talking cat and a jack-o-lantern who try to protect them from the spirits and convince one of them to read a spell from a book to banish the ghosts. Return to The Ghoulish Haunted Mansion: On a field trip, Susan Piper takes her class to The Wellington Mansion and tells how it was haunted before she banished the ghosts a decade ago on Halloween, with the help of her friends. She also told her class how to re-haunt the house and warned them not to do so. The next day, on Halloween, six of Susan's students enter the mansion, bring the ghosts and monsters back, and get scared out of their wits. Jack, the jack-o-lantern who knew their teacher, protects them with help from Alvin, the ghost puppy, and tries to convince Victoria to read the same spell Susan read when she was in the mansion to get rid of the ghosts.

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.

After a tragic death, Satoshi is reborn as an 10-year-old boy as Arin in a world where magic is real, monsters roam, and women hold absolute power. Men are a rare and precious commodity, fiercely protected and tightly controlled. His new life as Arin comes with one miraculous gift: the ability to heal any wound. But in a land scarred by conflict, such a power makes him the most desired person alive. Worse yet, a divine curse twists the affections of those around him into dangerous obsession. Can Arin survive in this world?

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.

You think you can understand Chaos? Foolish! Chaos isn't merely disorder; it is the ultimate paradox, a power woven into the very fabric of reality itself. In a hyper-advanced future built on quantum technology, humanity is awakened by the same energy tearing the universe apart. Abominations 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, trying to find meaning in his solitary existence. Forced to relive his lifelong trauma through the tricks of a ruthless drug lord, he becomes a static being frozen in a rapidly changing world. But as an ancient church emerges to bring Mayhem upon humanity, Demons, Gods, Dragons and Eldritch horrors stir as humanity drives itself to its own demise... 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.

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!

Life is dark and meaningless. That was what it had taught every single day I'd been cursed to live it. And now, finally, it was coming to an end. My arm ached where the needle pierced the vein. Already, my fingers were numb, spots spinning in front of my eyes. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

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Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. (I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com )

Aeridor is vast and alive — old magic runs quietly through everything, waiting to be noticed. Alvios leaves Auenfeld with no destination, chasing nothing more than curiosity. He isn't looking for glory. He isn't running from anything. What he finds is a world larger and far less gentle than he expected — quick friendships, real consequences, and choices with no easy answers. Aeridor Ascending — an ordinary traveler, a world that never asked if he was ready.

Max was a former assassin who lived a lonely and peaceful life. He spent all 7 years of his life in loneliness, but it did not matter. He found great joy in playing "The Adventures of Emiliana, Searching for Truth," a reverse harem visual novel he found by accident. At first, he thought the game was bad. However, he changed his mind because of his favorite character: the fiancee of the crown prince, who was one of the male leads. This fiancee was a villainess. She was his favorite character and also his crush. In his whole life, she was the only one who made things feel special and worth living for. He tried every choice possible to make her survive in the game, but it was all useless. When she died in a terrible and sad way, he threw his glass of beer in anger. "FUCK THIS GAME!" He went outside and was suddenly shot in the head. Then, he woke up in the body of Sylan, the Act 3 middle boss of the game. He lived that life not once, not twice, but 30 thousand times. He went back in time thousand of times to try and save his crush. He always failed. In his final try, he died at Emiliana's hands by the power of the goddess. He thought he would go back in time again. He thought he would suffer another life as Sylan. Instead, he woke up in his past life as Max. He promised himself that he would live this new life happily until he died. But will his newly returned life be easy? Or worse, will he become Sylan again? This is the story of the Act 3 middle boss, who went back in time many times. Now, he returns to his original world and just wants to live a peaceful, quiet life until he dies. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alternate Title of the Novel: The Act 3 Middle Boss' Return --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tags: Morally Grey MC, Weak to Strong, NO NTR, Dark, Romance, NO INCEST, System (Only Certain Characters and the Heroines would have it except the MC), Mystery, Angst, Villain, Anti-Hero, Assassin MC --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The First Chapters would be urban like genre in the first volume and after that, it would go back into Fantasy Genre in Volume 2

Tags: [Naruto] [System] [Fanfiction] [Rogue Ninja] [Dark] [Female Lead] Status: [Non-Transmigration] [Canon Divergence] This is the story of a girl who yearned for peace, only to fall step-by-step into the depths of darkness. To leap from a mere single tomoe directly to the Mangekyo Sharingan… just how much agonizing pain must one endure? Kanon Uchiha, the biological younger sister of Itachi and Sasuke, finds herself thrust into the nightmare of the Uchiha Clan Downfall. As the massacre begins, she is forced into a desperate confrontation with the Mysterious Masked Man. In Kanon’s heart, her parents were her entire world. When she finally drags her battered, broken body through the streets of Konoha and stumbles back to her home, she is met only with the cold, lifeless corpses of her mother and father, lying in a pool of thickening blood. In that singular, soul-shattering moment, the vibrant field of flowers that bloomed within her heart... Was crushed to ash.

Humans can't fight their nature. We are bound by invisible barriers. And there is a cost to betraying yourself. Everyone has heard these things before. But in this world, they're not metaphors. Nature has a shape. Identity can be stolen. Human limitations can become power. And Kaelen is about to discover what happens when the boundaries that define a person begin to break. What remains of you when you can no longer trust your own self? The novel's discord server: https://discord.gg/qeunKMd2B

Exiled by his father—the Fire daimyo, young Lord Kazuo Inazuma seeks refuge in his grandfather's ninja school, deep in the heart of Kaminari village. But tragedy strikes. Shadow ninjas destroy his former home, slaughtering the royal family. Fueled by loss and an unyielding thirst for vengeance, Kazuo sharpens his sword, ready to unleash a storm of retribution. Will his fiery resolve forge him into the warrior his village needs or burn him to ashes? Immerse yourself in a tale of honour, betrayal and an unrelenting pursuit of justice. TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic Violence, Adult Language and Sexual Assault. Cover Art: @reye_dessins.art My Links: https://linktr.ee/kazuoinazuma

This is the history of Ciel, and her path to become the greatest cultivator ever seen before. Follow her in her adventures and misfortunes. I hope you to fall in love with her and keep reading until the end. Power Stone Goals! 200 PS for 2 extra Chapters.

A top-tier hunter dies in a high-level dungeon only to awaken inside a novel as the weakest son of a powerful hunter family, a character destined to die early. Determined to change his fate, he relies on his past-life instincts to survive. But something is wrong. The farther he is from the novel’s villian, the more his emotions spiral out of control. What begins as a necessity soon turns into something far more dangerous. As he grows stronger and defies the original story, the invisible bond between them tightens blurring the line between control and obsession, reason and desire. In a world ruled by power and dungeons, the greatest threat may not be death… but losing himself to the one person he cannot stay away from

In Spheraphase, power is woven into the very existence of the world. Dynasties rule vast territories. Gods walk among mortals. Primordial beings shape reality. Ancient bloodlines determine the heights a person can reach while the mysterious Supreme Entities watches over the countless forces that govern existence. Vastarael Richinaria, heir of the Richinaria Dynasty and Prince of Anqerise, was born into a life of privilege, power and expectations. Yet beneath his calm demeanor lies someone whose understanding of the world will eventually surpass everything he was taught to believe. From his early days among the Dynasties to his rise through the Enlightenment stages, Vastarael encounters beings and forces that challenge his understanding of Divinity, existence and reality itself. Along the way, he builds bonds with those who become his beloveds, allies and family, while his journey leads him towards the mysterious realms and the secrets hidden beyond Spheraphase. The world he knows is not what it appears to be. Its consciousness, its Divine Beings, its systems, and even its existence are connected to something far greater—and far more horrifying. With the fate of everything he cares about hanging in the balance, Vastarael begins preparing for a conflict that may take thousands of years to reach its conclusion.

He rises to unmatched power, challenging fate, defying gods, and testing the limits of his own soul. Yet when everything slips away, he is left with a quiet, aching question—what is true omnipotence? Is it in holding all things, or in surrendering to the formless, the Nirakara? In a world brimming with wonders and dangers, where mortals, gods, and mysteries intertwine, he must navigate the shadows of destiny, the echoes of forgotten powers, and the subtle temptations of omnipotence itself. This is the journey of one who seeks not just power, but the essence of being beyond all form.