tragedy

Destined for doom, he was nothing more than a minor villain—meant only to be mocked by the protagonist and executed in the end. The plot pushed him forward, forcing his every step toward that inevitable downfall. But then, an anomaly appeared. Everything was moving exactly as the story demanded… until a certain woman took an interest in him. She freed him from the curse of being a disposable villain—so he could rise as the true one. ..... William, the proud heir of Count Delimore, had lived a sheltered life, untouched by failure and defeat. Yet he never let his victories cloud his judgment. His life was perfect. Until the academy. Until a sinister voice whispered in his ear: “Normal is so boring. It’s about time you show your true colors.” From that moment, William’s life changed—for the better, and for the worse. ••••••• A/N:- For a better understanding of the situation for the first few chapters, you will be primarily from the female lead's perspective. Please bear with it and read at least fifteen chapters before deciding if you want to continue. Additional tags: #No ntr #No yuri #No harem #Absolutely no harem #Possessive characters #Sudden strength gain #Grey mc #Loads of fluffy

Xia Lihua was born with a beautiful voice. A voice as sweet as hers was hard to find. She used to be her cousin sister's shadow singer. Her family exiled her to the United States when she was set up by her cousin sister and stepsister. She returned to her own country after completing high school in America only to discover her father had given orders for some guys to murder her. After narrowly escaping death, she was saved by a friend who rushed her to the hospital and with the help of a genius hacker she was able to eventually escape from the country, hiding in Milan for two years. Except for her grandfather who doted on her, the rest of the Xia family assumed that she was dead. After three years, she returned, stronger than ever, to face-slap the scumbags and exact retribution. She is now the nation's sister- a top idol and a movie queen. She is also known as the Ice Empress in business world! People called her the Nightingale because of her melodic voice, little did she know that she will be become the night songstress of the man whom she hated the most. She didn't know that she was the reason why the demon king couldn't sleep at night. All he could think about from morning till dusk was her. He could wreck devastation on earth for her, and this time he would do anything to keep her. The devil bigshot has made up his mind and is chasing her! Netizens: Is Emperor Yang pursuing you, sister Hua? Xia Lihua: No! He is just my ex-fiancé and a die-hard fan. Emperor Yang: What ex-fiancé? Bullshit! Tell them that you are my wife, little bird. Author note: The author is not Chinese and this is her own story. THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION. [ Update: Cover art by- @dixerqua ;) (DO NOT STEAL!!!) ]

We all know the story, the hero fights evil to save the princess and the kingdom, but what if the hero decided to do things differently? what if he turns into an anti-hero? Graphic artist, don't offer me anything, i am poor.

Huang Tao opened a "So Delicious" gourmet shop. In order to eat Huang Tao's pan-fried buns as early as possible, neighbors eagerly volunteered to help out. A bowl of century egg and lean pork congee silenced a sharp-tongued food blogger. Michelin reviewers begged Huang Tao to accept a three-star rating. A retired five-star chef tried everything to earn favor, hoping to become a part of Huang Tao's shop. A national-level hotel wanted to invite Huang Tao to be their head chef, but he politely declined. "I opened this shop not for fame or profit, but so my daughter can be happy every day."

A bizarre invasion strikes Wuthering Waves, the Lament resounds throughout civilization, here… there is no Rover. Professional Hardcore player Noah enters Solaris and discovers that the world of Wuthering Waves is completely different from the one in his memory. The Magistrate of Jinzhou is no longer Jinhsi, but Scar of the Fractsidus. General Jiyan of the Midnight Rangers has already been corrupted and blackened by Threnodian pollution. The Black Shores have completely fallen, and the Shorekeeper sacrificed herself to fuse with the Tethys System. Gloomy shadows shroud the sky, civilization’s Lament never ceases, and the desperate, exhausted people have no time to wipe away their tears as they confront fate with roars of unwilling fury. “Good, good, good, so this is how you want to play it!” Noah cursed under his breath— “Then don’t blame me for turning on cheats.” [Wuthering Waves fanfiction + bizarre invasion + apocalypse + world salvation + collapsed main storyline + protagonist is not Rover]

Ena was just an ordinary person until she boarded the train and awakened a mysterious system. What started as a simulation quickly spiraled out of control.

The peace was a lie. The crown is a curse. The legend has returned. Four years of silence have ended in a scream. The golden era of the Island has been smothered by a new, dark reign—one fueled by ancient sorcery and a hunger for absolute control. The rightful leaders have been cast into shadows, the global accords are turning to ash, and the world’s citizens are falling under a spell of forced worship. But in the darkest hour, a ghost from the past has crossed the horizon. He was the architect of the old world, a man raised in the ice and forged in blood. He doesn't come with a plea for peace or a banner of truce. He comes with a cold, mechanical fury and an army that does not bleed, does not tire, and does not know the meaning of fear. As magic clashes with iron-willed strategy, the true cost of the throne is finally revealed. Brothers will face brothers, legacies will be burned to the ground, and the secret experiments of a hidden past will rise from the earth to reclaim the future. In the phase, there are no heroes—only survivors. • A Usurper who wields the power of the stars but fears the shadows. • A Fallen King who must find his strength behind iron bars. • A Shadow who has returned to finish what he started decades ago. The game is over. The real war begins now.

In the Kingdom of Naroth, two agents of the organization [UNION], Clad and Jill Darkheid, are sent on a mission to investigate a dangerous criminal group connected to an illegal underground auction. Despite Jill’s warnings, Clad recklessly attacks the criminals alone, effortlessly slaughtering the hideout with his overwhelming flower-based powers and swordsmanship. Later, the duo infiltrates the auction and purchases a mysterious pink-haired slave girl to free her. But before they can escape, a catastrophic earthquake and strange energy eruption split the earth apart, causing Clad and the girl to fall deep underground after being struck by blue lightning. Time went by as Clad awoke alone inside a dark cave and encountered a man named Adonis Fonti, a reincarnator from the USA who died before the year 2000. As they talk, they realize something impossible: Clad believes it is the year 4189 in Naroth, while Adonis says the world is in the year 219 based on the world he reincarnated in. Shocked by the contradiction, both begin to understand that something deeply wrong is going on with time and probably the world around them as well. (Chapter length may vary from 300 to 1200 words)

Rejected, enslaved, and left for dead, Aelara Moonfall survives a fate meant to erase her. Branded wolfless and discarded by her fated mate, she vanishes from the realm carrying a secret powerful enough to shatter the throne of the Lycan King. Years later, fate drags her back into a world ruled by blood and crowns, where the King claims her without knowing what she has already lost for him. As ancient councils scheme, rival Lycans hunt, and forbidden prophecies resurface, Aelara must choose between the safety of silence and the danger of truth. Because this time, love is not the greatest threat power is. And the children she protected in the shadows may decide the future of the Lycan realm.

"On the peaceful planet of Earth-3, where life flows quietly, the sky was suddenly torn apart. A being woven from both blinding Light and abyssal Darkness descended, placing a newborn into the arms of a village woman. The infant’s face was still stained with the blood of another world. ​His name is Demad. ​He grows up amidst peace and laughter, unaware that he carries a weight beyond the comprehension of any living soul. But in the shadows, ancient entities known as The Creators are searching. And a man named Arban—with a crumbling body but an iron will—is drawing closer, bringing with him the power of a falling moon. ​Will the light Demad inherited be enough to save him? Or will the darkness sealed within his heart lead Earth-3 to the same cataclysmic fate as the worlds before it? ​An epic journey across dimensions begins, where the line between savior and destroyer is as thin as the night's shadow."

Kobe Arakawa’s life has been a constant struggle between his sharp, cold exterior and the simmering chaos of his past. Once a spoiled bully, he was sent to a secretive facility under the guise of a behavioral correction program, but the truth of its brutal training and manipulation haunts him. Now, Kobe walks a lonely path, grappling with the scars of his upbringing, his strained relationship with his family, and the dangerous potential buried within him. As he faces his own fractured identity, the question remains: will he rise, or will his past define him forever? ___ Obviously this is not my work. My Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi. Cross posting on Royal Road under the name Moth303 https://www.royalroad.com/profile/547719/fictions

Isabel white had been plotting on the Blackwood’s her entire life. To her they ruined her life. Then the day came. Unexpectedly, she was brought in by a debt her father owed. She became the personal assistant to Alexander Blackwood. The powerful, cold and untouchable heir to a luxury empire built on lies and secrets. But when she has to sign a contract for a fake engagement to him, everything starts to go left. The man who had now become her fiancé was not actually the villain and the woman who actually ruined her life still sits on the throne. In their world of darkness, lies, secrets and betrayal, love becomes the most dangerous character.

“Demons do not exist to corrupt the souls of men… they exist because men need a merciless mirror in which to contemplate their own darkness without embellishment. The Devil is not evil; he is simply the one who refuses to lie the one who calls vice by its true name, who tears away the golden veils of collective illusions. And what if the Angels, in their immaculate light and harmonious choirs, were actually the most skilled executioners? Those who condemn you not with chains, but with the promise of an unattainable perfection, driving you to hate yourself for everything in you that remains imperfect, human, alive? For the true damnation is not the fall, but the refusal to acknowledge that fall and ascension are merely two faces of the same eternal dance. Light without shadow is nothing but a more refined blindness; darkness without light is only a crushing honesty. And the human soul, trapped between these two absolute lies, desperately seeks a third path: that of naked truth.” It is in this dark fantasy world, where angels sit in judgment over the living and demons whisper forbidden truths, that an amnesiac boy named Seth wanders in search of himself lost in a world that may have deliberately erased his past.

“I saw what you guys wrote in Sandra’s year book” I responded almost immediately Morayo asked the question I could see the shock on their faces “Why didn’t you write me as part of your friends?” I asked them looking at both of them in the eyes “It is not even about that that I am seriously confused, it is about the fact that I saw my name as the enemy in both of your profiles in the year book” I responded expecting an answer from them “What do you expect?” Morayo asked “Why did you put me as the enemy? We have been friends for three whole years” “See, it doesn mean” Morayo responded remorsefully “What do you mean?” “Why the hell will you be hitting on Victoria’s boyfriend? Her boyfriend has been having eyes on you. The friends of John even said it, even the twin said so. She said, John likes you” “I didn’t know, I am not his heart to control. You don’t have to blame it on me as if I am the one at fault” “You are!” “How?!” “Remember that day he called you after the maths exam?” AFTER MATHS EXAMS… Everybody was as stressed as ever before. Morayo, Victoria and I were heading to the the hostel when John called me I was surprised at first but, excused myself and went to meet him. Morayo and Victoria waited behind since, they knew John won’t take long “Thank you!” John responded as soon as I got there and gave me a hug almost immediately I wasn’t expecting the hug “For what?” I asked as I pushed him slightly and faced him “For helping me in the exam hall, I forgot the formulas of shapes almost immediately in the hall and I was stranded. Just happy that you were chosen to seat beside me for exams and you helped me.” “It wasn’t my intention to seat beside you, our surname just seem to clash together” “Yeah, I know. Thank you!” he smiled “You are welcome!” I responded with a smile “I don’t want to keep my friends waiting, bye” John left and as soon as I turned to look if Morayo and Victoria were there, they had left. … BACK TO THE PRESENT.. No wonder! No wonder they left “You should have communicated with me instead of acting like that” I replied with a squeezed face of annoyance READ AND DIVE IN THE BOOK TO SEE MORE ABOUT FLORAL'S BOARDING SCHOOL LOVE LIFE!

In the realms above, supernatural beings of unfathomable magnificence exist, far beyond mortal comprehension. These divinities wield unimaginable power, capable of obliterating worlds with a mere breath. However, what unfolds when these gods meet their demise? Set in a remote corner of the vast universe, long after the apocalyptic Thousand Millennium War of the Heavenly Beasts and Deities, this tale delves into a forgotten world. Here, the ashes of fallen gods descend upon an insignificant pebble, adrift amidst the cosmic tapestry of space and time. Their impact alters the life of a young man, who embraces the abrupt changes thrust upon his world. Refusing to yield to the clutches of fate and karma, he dares to defy the heavens themselves. Will he triumph over an insurmountable destiny, or succumb to fate like gods of unimaginable might did before him? The dreams of a deceased deity and the fate of a dying world hang precariously, hinged upon the future of this young man. He treads upon an endless bridge, forged from the corpses of the fallen. *** You can also reach out to: Discord: https://discord.gg/gxGUKu26aV Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=9xjl0tq1cs3e&utm_content=qx5nrdu

Is One considered Inhuman simply because they lack the qualities of being a Human? Or does their Inhumanity merely hide whatever left of their Humanity? In truth, the only way to survive in a World who hates Humanity is to forsake them completely, yet does it resolve the problem that comes from being Inhuman? This story follows a Boy who remembered nothing of his bygone past, everything is a mere blur in his White Scape of Burned Self. He didn’t know who he was or what he was. His name and his mother remained hidden, forever a burned word in his mind that reels in and out of Wrath. Asking a question everyone is asking yet no one knows the answer to. “Who exactly am I in this world? What should I do? What is my purpose?” Hence his journey isn’t a grand quest to absolve a Great Evil or is it a pursuit of deeply personal vendetta. His story is a tangled web clashing with other story in a World that has no intention in keeping everyone alive. To ask himself, are those Inhuman capable of achieving Humanity? This is a deeply personal story rendered in a medium of Wuxia Fantasy, and beyond everything else this is an amateur work, expect a lot of mistakes and grammar errors. *This story tackles heavy theme such as depicted Child Abuse, Suicide and implied Sexual Content. Viewer Discretion is Advised. -Published in Sribble Hub and Royal Road, Author Retains All Right. -All characters, locations, organizations and events are the creation of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is coincidental and this is not a manifesto (maybe).

Manufactured to turn the tide of a losing war. We were made to fight Gods, and when we did our duty and won thier war our fathers rewarded us with the genocide of our people. The woman I loved died in my arms, her last words haunt my sleepless nights... Why couldn't I have been stonger... Had the courage to tell her I loved her back. I could only hold her as the rubble fell down on us. I wish I had died, so at least I could've told her... 1000 years later, I woke up. In a world that has long forgotten about us... Novel cover art was done by commision from @arakibastudio. Go check them out on Fiverr.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

“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?