tragedy

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood and the weight of a dark, haunted past. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of the embrace of that dangerous man. This is his story—the man whose name was erased from the scrolls of history, yet whose shadow still haunts the veins of time. It is the tale of a lonely man who stood against the world, only to surrender to a heart. A man forgotten by man, but remembered by the scars he left behind.

On Earth-10, a world ten times larger than our own, survival is no longer guaranteed. Monsters pour from portals known as Dungeons, each one a domain of gods, horrors, and impossible power. Humanity’s only hope lies in the Awakened — chosen individuals who gain blessings and classes from the divine. Warriors, Mages, Priests, Assassins… all destined to grow, evolve, and one day become legends. But Ashura Bellet was not chosen. While his peers gained power and glory, Ashura was left with nothing — no blessing, no class, no future. Mocked by healers, nearly killed by a slime, burdened with his mother’s illness and the weight of supporting his younger sister, he lived as a mercenary scraping coin and bleeding in every raid. Weak, timid, and hesitant… until the day everything changed. A raid gone wrong. A dungeon no one had ever seen before. A place where purple lightning fell endlessly from the heavens, erasing even the strongest Awakened in an instant. Ashura should have died with the rest. Instead, the lightning struck him again and again — burning his body, breaking his mind — until it carved something new into his very soul. He awakened not to a blessing, but to something outside the system. An Unknown Class, forged by the storm itself. When Ashura emerged from the dungeon, he was no longer the timid mercenary everyone mocked. His hair turned white, his eyes burned with arrogance, and his body radiated the storm’s power. With a black blade in one hand and purple lightning crackling in the other, he had only one rule now: “I don’t underestimate. I don’t forgive. And I don’t stop.” Enemies see him as a monster. Allies see him as a madman who poses with no one watching, flexing his aura as though mocking the world itself. But behind the arrogance lies a ruthless killer, a cunning survivor, and a power that should never have existed. Because Ashura’s lightning isn’t from any god. It belongs to something older. Something forgotten. Something that wants him to burn the world.

https://www.royalroad.com/profile/814934 "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com." In the tale of history and the shrouds of darkness, who was watching? Who was calling?  The Voices of the unseen watching from the rifts, awaiting their time of calamity. In the Shadow of the gods and monsters, nestled between nations lies a place not marked on any official map, A place known only to those who need it most. They call it the  House of Red-Hill. To the mundane, it's a charitable home for war orphans and lost children. A quiet estate just beyond the edge of the Nation of Aegis, run by a woman once hailed as the brightest mind, but Red-Hill is no sanctuary. beneath its warm halls and shared meals, the children are trained in silence, secrecy, and survival. They are taught not to pray but to act, to kill, to protect.  Each child is raised to not just face the monsters lurking in the shadows but to be bought, licensed, and employed by those afraid to rely on divine mercy alone.  Some call it salvation, Others call it exploitation. But to the children of Red-Hill, it's just home. And every night, when the rifts groan, they lie awake in their beds.... waiting for their next assignment.

Robert Tucker lived in hell—only to be reborn into a world even crueler. He grew up under the same roof as a violent, abusive man: an alcoholic, a gambler, a shadow that turned Robert’s childhood into a relentless nightmare. When Robert finally found refuge in mixed martial arts, everything began to change. At eighteen, with his escape within reach and his future taking shape, a single mistimed blow during a sparring match ended his life. But death was not the end. He awoke in another world, reborn as Marcus Grayson. Fate, however, was merciless. In this new life, Marcus had also been born to an abusive, gambling father—though, by cruel mercy, the man vanished before Marcus could truly know him. Yet this world offered something Robert had never had: a family. For the first time, Marcus believed he could live an ordinary, peaceful life. But hat illusion shattered the moment he learned the truth about the world he now inhabited. This was not Earth. Humanity stood on the brink of extinction, hunted by monsters of countless forms that roamed the land. The only reason humans survived was because of Transformers—individuals capable of abandoning their human shape and becoming monsters themselves in order to fight back. Marcus is one of them. With no grand destiny promised and no safety guaranteed, Marcus can only do one thing: Endure. Grow stronger. Fight. Not for glory, but to protect the fragile family he has been given. Because in this world, survival demands sacrifice— and Marcus has yet to understand what he is truly facing. —————————————————— * No harem. * MC with emotions, not a cold edgy lord. * No system or golden finger. * The other characters matter. * A lot of fights, I love fights. * I accept ideas for powers and characters. —————————————————— * No harem. * MC with emotions, not a cold edgy lord. * No system or golden finger. *The other characters matter. * A lot of fights, I love fights. * I accept ideas for powers and characters. Hi readers, I’m a young student and English isn’t my first language, so I really appreciate any corrections, suggestions, or constructive criticism when I share my story. I want to improve and I believe my work has a lot of potential, so your feedback helps me make it better. Thanks a lot for reading and for any advice you can give!

A father works himself into exhaustion, rotating through factory lines, gas stations, and warehouse shifts, doing anything he can to afford a life-saving surgery for his gravely ill daughter. After his wife abandons them and drains their savings, he is left alone with mounting bills, constant firings, and a quiet, crushing shame—the fear that failing to provide makes him a bad parent. When he is fired yet again for being late, he accepts another job in a nearby town, hoping the extra hours will finally close the gap. While there, he receives what feels like a miracle: his insurance claim for his daughter’s surgery is approved. But when he calls the hospital, he learns the truth—the payment was never sent. The approval was a lie. Someone intercepted the money. With time running out and no faith left in the system, he begins hunting down the person responsible for the fraud, discovering that the thief is not a faceless villain, but someone just as desperate and broken as he is. What begins as a search for justice turns into a moral confrontation between two people crushed by the same system, both believing they deserve to survive.

A man out of time looking for his redemption in another world. -- Siderius Satterblade made a deal with another soul in another land so he can live on. In exchange, he will kill that boy's enemies. He. Master Witch Hunter. Grand Alchemist now find himself in the world of witches. Those that he despises the most. He would fulfil his part of the deal and cleanse every single witch left in this kingdom. -- https://discord.gg/QMDetEzXaj

In a Japan where every human is measured, classified, and monitored according to their Seimei, Sakuya Shiozumi grows up as a simple Alpha dreaming of becoming a doctor. But at twenty-one, a tragic incident reveals the impossible: his Seimei follows none of the known rules. Thrown into the N.A.S.C special forces, Sakuya must learn to control a power that cannot be quantified... When an anomaly surpasses humanity, the level "THETA-9" begins. **THETA-9 explores a world where overwhelming power is treated as a problem rather than a goal. The story starts like a traditional power fantasy, then gradually dismantles it by focusing on loss, psychological erosion, and the consequences of wielding strength beyond human limits.**

Rivingar Darkalis and Abel Luminaris, two young men from the village of Torune, share a dream of becoming famous adventurers. But an unexpected tragedy separates them, and Rivingar embarks on a dangerous journey alone, searching for his friend and the truth behind the events that tore their lives apart.

The Story is Following a group of three friends their journey through hardships and breaking points. Jesper, a highly skilled mechanic and test driver, who turned to hitman because of unknown circumstances, is trying to live a better life and move away from the lower end of Dubai in the early 2000's, a task nearly impossible while also providing for his girlfriend Sophiyah, and long time friend that is considered family, Lanira. Meeting a client who is willing to offer him the deal of his life, he agrees and goes to meet the client, as soon as he gets to meet with the client, the plot twists revealing a hidden secret. A whole rabbit hole of spirals, and misfortune follows the three.

Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read. Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly, I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redoing that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice 3: All corrections are done.

higae naoto a boy who was given a chance to travel between the worlds of manhuwa and novels

Canticles of a World Left Behind unfolds in the aftermath of a world that did not end cleanly or conclusively, but instead moved on without resolving what came before. The story follows Rhaen, a man displaced from his origin and from his own understanding, first travelling through the Emberwake's harsh, mineral-scarred land where ancient systems persist beneath newer civilizations. These systems are not romantic ruins, but infrastructure: foundations, roads, stabilizers, and mechanisms built to endure long enough to be forgotten. Civilization has not destroyed them; it has layered over them, reused them, and learned to function without understanding their purpose. As Rhaen moves forward, he passes through societies defined not by virtue or corruption, but by continuity. Institutions exist to preserve motion rather than meaning-roads to carry bodies, guilds to distribute risk, magic to correct failure rather than inspire awe. Power is not mythologized; it is compartmentalized, expressed only where function demands it. Skill is common, but authorship is diffuse. Actions are absorbed and forgotten unless they fit the system's language. Rhaen exists at the edge of these structures. He understands weight, alignment, and endurance intuitively, but lacks the symbols and identity required to belong. He acts without recognition, observes without inclusion, and continues not because he is summoned, but because the world leaves spaces where something was never finished. The story's direction moves steadily away from civilization and toward Elsewhere-toward ancient mechanisms indifferent to modern order, and forces built for purposes larger than survival. It is not a tale of heroic discovery, but of confrontation: between a world that has learned to make power small and a past that was never meant to be contained.

Arata Kurogane was nothing more than a faceless side character—at least, in this new world. Born into a prestigious clan famed for their mastery of Circuits, the natural meridians that grant humans power over fire, lightning, illusions, and even time itself, Arata’s body was branded talentless and left behind in the shadows of his brilliant siblings. But fate had other plans. When his soul from another world awakens within this forgotten vessel, Arata discovers two terrifying truths: 1. His left eye circuit, when awakened, can paralyze, torment, and even extinguish life itself. 2. His soul circuit allows him to manifest anything he imagines—so long as it makes sense. To the world, he remains a background figure. To himself, he knows the truth: he is limitless. While heroes clash for fame and villains rise to destroy kingdoms, Arata has no interest in playing their game. He will walk the path of a “shadow,” quietly building his strength, rewriting the rules of reality itself, and crushing those foolish enough to stand in his way. Because no one—not his clan, not the empire, not even the gods—will realize… The background character is the strongest of them all.

Oren falls into a foreign land after surviving something that should have erased him entirely. Whatever he once was, whatever power or purpose he held, is gone. He awakens weak, human, and surrounded by people who treat suffering as routine and survival as currency. ( will probably change) (Author’s note: The title of this story may change in the future. Those who continue reading will understand that the current title relates to the MC’s past.)

( This is a Fanfic of Chaotic sword god a Chinese novel and I am a big Fan of it I recommend you to give the novel a shot) Mo Ding died and got reincarnated in the Ye clan as fifth young master in the Hidden Dragon kingdom on Tian Yuan Continent in Chaotic Sword God universe what kind of future does await Mo

Through a twist of fate and cruel misfortune, Paul awakens in the body of his own ancestor, trapped in a world marching toward war. Forced into the ranks of the Nazi elite, he must walk a razor’s edge, outwardly loyal, secretly reshaping history and trying to stop the inevitable tragedy. From the reality of war, to ruthless officers, glittering parties, every choice could mean death. Can Paul use this second life to reshape history, or will fate deal him a cruel hand once again?

Years ago, a brutal conflict known as The Purge ignited a war between the Hunters and the Mythics—two sides locked in endless bloodshed, passing hatred down through generations. Riven Wright, an ordinary high-schooler with an ordinary life, never expected to be caught in the crossfire. But everything changes the night he witnesses a Hunter brutally murder his family right before his eyes. Knocked unconscious, Riven wakes up from a two-and-a-half-year coma… only to discover a truth that shatters his entire world: He’s a Mythic. A werewolf. And the Hunters were after him. Haunted by what he lost and burning with unanswered questions, Riven begins digging into his hidden heritage. But the deeper he goes into the world of Mythics, clans, and ancient grudges… the more he realizes something terrifying: He isn’t just another victim of the war. He might be the key to ending it. But to do that, he must face the question clawing at his heart: Does he seek vengeance… or peace?

this is my first time making a fanfic so please bare with me. —————————————————— Emil Selewyn a knight transported to the world of Game of Thrones. He led an army of thirty thousand, and now try to live in this strange mysterious lands. What Emil doesn't know there is a twist, in this life and the next, and the next and next.

If you have ever loved someone you were never meant to love, if you have ever made a choice simply to survive and lived with the consequences, this story is for you. For anyone who has ever been forced to choose between doing the right thing and doing the only thing they could. For anyone who has loved deeply, knowing love alone would never be enough to save them. Damson and Ada come from opposite sides of an invisible line. Damson is brilliant but buried under responsibility, struggling to keep a roof over his family’s head, watching eviction notices replace hope, and seeing his younger sister turned away from school because the fees are always late. Ada, raised by her widowed father, believes the law is the only thing keeping the world from falling apart. When they meet at university, their clashes spark something deeper, and against every instinct, they fall in love. As their relationship grows, the pressure on Damson becomes unbearable. Rent is overdue. His mother is breaking under endless work. His sister’s future is slipping away. When survival offers him a dangerous way out, he takes it fully aware that the drug trade always ends with federal attention. He tells himself it’s temporary. Necessary. One violent night shatters everything. During a federal raid, Damson is cornered and fighting to live. In the chaos, he kills an agent, never knowing the man is Ada’s father. The city mourns a hero. Ada collapses under grief. And Damson becomes the one who holds her as she breaks, carrying a secret that poisons every moment of love they share. When the truth finally surfaces, love and duty collide. Ada is forced to face the man she loves as the man who destroyed her world. In the end, one of them dies. Whether it is justice, sacrifice, or mercy that decides who survives is left unresolved. What remains is a tragic love story, and the cruel truth that survival always comes at a devastating cost.