tragedy

I thought inheriting the Thorne estate would be a triumph. I thought I could command its halls, its art, its secrets. I was wrong. The house is alive. It watches. It whispers. Every desire I indulge, every temptation I surrender to, comes with a price I can’t yet see. Pleasure bleeds into fear, seduction into horror, and every choice I make threatens to claim more than my body… it wants my soul. In the shadows of this cursed legacy, I must navigate power, temptation, and the darkest corners of myself or risk losing everything I thought I was. One wrong choice, and I’ll be trapped in its shadows forever.

In the nation of Avrael, power is both a blessing and a curse. Sixteen-year-old Ayato Daath, a poor orphan, had always hoped to live unnoticed in the shadows of the city. But when he is forced to undergo The Rite of Manifestation, the ritual that determines one’s magical potential, his worst fear comes true he is an Elite. Now torn from the only life he’s ever known, Ayato is thrust into a brutal world of magic, bloodshed, and treacherous politics. In a society where the strong prey on the weak, where rival factions scheme in the dark, and where a single misstep could mean death, Ayato must quickly learn one thing; adapt, or perish. And one thing Ayato already knows is that in Avrael, only the ruthless survive.

In the heart of a rapidly evolving London, Apartment 4B of Blackwood Terrace remains a stubborn relic of the past. For Clara Vance, a thirty-two-year-old restoration architect, the flat is a sanctuary where she hopes to rebuild her life after a hollow breakup. But the walls of the apartment hold a secret that defies the laws of time. While stripping away layers of old wallpaper, Clara discovers a jagged crack in an oak panel. Inside, she finds a handwritten note—the ink still wet, the scent of fresh tobacco still lingering. The letter is dated May 14th, 2006, signed by a struggling songwriter named Elias Thorne. Through a neon-pink sticky note pushed into the same crack, Clara realizes she is communicating with a man living in the exact same room, exactly twenty years in the past. What begins as a curious anomaly turns into an intimate, daily correspondence. As they exchange fragments of their lives—Elias sharing the raw melodies of a fading analog world, and Clara offering the quiet, digital loneliness of the future—they fall in love with a person they can never touch. However, the romance takes a dark turn when Clara uncovers a tragic piece of history: Elias Thorne is destined to die in a massive fire that will gut Blackwood Terrace on New Year’s Eve, 2010. Now, Clara is haunted by a devastating choice. Does she warn Elias and risk shattering the timeline that brought them together? Or does she remain silent and watch the man she loves become a ghost of the past? As the deadline for the fire approaches in Elias’s world, Clara must race against time to solve the mystery of the "Blackwood Inferno" and find a way to save a life that ended before her story even began.

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● The heavy thud of the bridegroom’s footsteps echoed against the polished floorboards of the veranda. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hàn Yuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of the room, which was illuminated only by the flickering candlelight. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hàn Yuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exciting night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hàn Yuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The silence that had engulfed the room was shattered by the horrific sound of splintering wood. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hàn Yuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hàn Yuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards and staining the girl’s white skirt. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. Hàn Yuè’s long, piercing scream echoed through the cold air of the chamber, whilst dark red droplets of blood had left their mark upon the white silk of her gown. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼), desperately enamoured with the noblewoman Hàn Yuè, finds his path to union thwarted by formidable political constraints. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a perilous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.

In a world born from a single drop of divine blood, rare survivors of the deadly Infection become Welders—soul-forged beings who chant the Mother's Lament to wield forbidden power, forever denying the unmaking that threatens all existence.

The world is slowly starting to go to shit as demons begin to take over the surface. In the wake of this, the government decided to help fund multiple organizations to help with fighting back against them. This resulted in people getting special modifications/injections to fight back against the demons trying to take over the world. Reiji lost his arm during the initial wave that crushed his hometown. But he doesn't want that to keep him from getting revenge on the bastards that took everything from him. He volunteers to become a part of a special project which results in his arm modification being a chainsaw. Only downside being, blood is required to keep it functioning. They took something from one of the demons before it died and infused it with some of the new technology.

The Absolved is far too powerful to be killed in the present. So they'll kill him in the past. ... Han Syracusia, a struggling student and a secret survivor of the Empire's Camps for his blasphemous race, wants nothing more than to see his little sister's condition treated and their future secured. And if he could ask for a little more, just a little, then for the disgusting beasts who saw to the death of his father and the torment of his family to be held accountable. Heaven, after all, had already been unkind to him. But things couldn't possibly get any worse, right? Right? Well, that was until a certain powerful Heavenly Graced noble intruded into his shabby apartment one night and tried to kill him for crimes he was utterly oblivious to. Outrageous crimes! "Slaughtering a family?!" Who was he to commit such atrocities? And then... more. More mysterious and powerful enemies began appearing in his life, accusing him, hunting him, trying so viciously to take his life. To gnaw away the little peace he and his sister still had. But fine. If Heaven really wished to torment him this way, if he really had no choice in the matter, then why shouldn't he become what they all accuse him of being? Why should his sister continue living this way? Han Syracusia, in his quest to secure both his sister's life and his own, may have to become exactly who they believe him to be after all.

Rudeus loses to Hitogami and develops time travel magic in hopes to once see his loved ones again. The experiment was partly a success, sending a young child back to the year K410. The boy's soul was connected to Saint Millis through time travel phenomenon, which he then gets a power up that uses life force. ------------------------------- Art cover artist: @snaxybyte

Sagiri was never meant to exist. After his entire clan was wiped out he is the only surviving member and the last keeper yet he doesn't remember. Raised in secrecy and sent to Galka War Academy, he survives among boys trained to kill, endure, and obey. While others rely on strength and discipline, Sagiri carries something older. an echo that sharpens his senses, bends his body, and slowly erodes his humanity. The Echo is the legacy of the N’garu, a legendary clan erased from the world in a single night. They were warriors who could slip between moments, speak to the shadows of the past, and reshape fate with a thought. Their extinction was celebrated across the tribes. Their return is feared more than war. Sagiri carries the last spark of their power. A whispering presence tied to his heartbeat. A force that chooses its own master. But when he crosses paths with Lira, a girl unknowingly created to kill him, the Echo reacts violently breaking the barrier meant to forget and he remembers. Visions flood his mind. Forgotten beings turn their eyes. And the world begins to shift around him. The South wants to crown him. The North wants to erase him. The Echo within him wants something else entirely. And it has finally awakened. https://discord.gg/gMa9tend

In a world ruled by a merciless system, strength is not admired — it is required. Aron was weak. Ayesha, the woman who protected him, was not. When the world demanded her life, Aron was left with only her final will… and a power that should never have existed. Cursed by an anomalous system, Aron heals through life itself, devours power without mercy, and walks a path the gods never intended. This is not a hero’s story. It is the legacy of a protector, inherited through blood, will… and devouring.

Gu Zheng hated the arranged marriage with a woman he had never met. On their wedding night, he left for abroad, believing the marriage meant nothing. Lin Yue didn’t care either. To her, the marriage was nothing more than an agreement between families. In fact, after the wedding, her life became calmer than before. She no longer had to live with her toxic relatives, and with her husband gone, there was no one she needed to please or serve. For the first time, Lin Yue was able to live quietly on her own terms. Everything was going smoothly… Until one night changed her entire world. Something happened that left behind silence, hidden scars, and a pain she never speaks about. Three years later, Gu Zheng returns to China, determined to end the marriage that never meant anything to him. But when he finally sees Lin Yue again, he realizes the cheerful girl he once ignored is gone. In her place stands a woman with quiet eyes and a fragile smile — someone who seems to be carrying a secret he cannot imagine. Forced to live together for one month before their divorce, Gu Zheng slowly begins to notice the cracks behind her calm expression. What really happened that night? And when the truth finally comes to light… Will he still walk away from the wife he once left behind?

In Argent, you have twenty one years to live. On your twenty first birthday, the System assigns you an ability and teleports you beyond the barrier. So far, only four people have ever survived the exile. The reason? The outside is filled with Corruptors, and Corruptors cannot be harmed. They are forces of nature. Walking disasters. You don’t fight them. You just pray they don’t find you. Allaran knows this. He’s known it his whole life. An orphan raised in the warehouses, he spent his days hauling crates from loaders to shelves. Useless work for a useless boy. He made peace with dying long before he ever learned to hope. Then his twenty first birthday came. His ability manifested. Switch. The power to change the location of two things. A joke. A warehouse clerk’s trick in a world where survival depends on being extraordinary. What he didn’t know was that his useless power could do something no one had ever done before. Kill the unkillable. The Corruptor’s head landed in his hands. The eye blinked once. Twice. Then went still. And the System lit up with words no living human had ever seen: You Slayed [King Emi – Level ???] XP Threshold Met. [Leveling Up]. In that instant, something Argent had never known was born. Hope.

"In a world without heroes, surviving is the Ultimate DEAD." A grey world where the living fear death and the dead fear him, one man walks through carnage with unmatched power. Every step leaves destruction in his wake, and no army, no saint, no knight can stand against him. This is the story of WALKING ON DEAD—where humanity faces the consequences of pride, guilt, and the unstoppable force of a single man.

​In the vertical slums of City-06, oxygen is a debt you can never repay. ​Seventeen-year-old Vane is a Lung-Greaser—a nobody who survives by repairing the masks that keep the toxic Savage Haze at bay. In a world ruled by the maskless Gods of the Great Clans, Vane’s only goal is to remain a gray smudge in the background. ​But the universe has a cruel sense of humor. ​When an ancient Signature resonates within his marrow, Vane is no longer a scavenger. He is a stolen asset. Betrayed, vivisected, and discarded into a Red Class Tear—a radioactive hellscape where biology goes to dissolve—Vane was supposed to die. ​Instead, the abyss rewrote him into an anomaly. ​Now, Vane no longer fixes masks. He’s back to break the faces behind them.

She was left to die, wasn't she? The world had forsake her hadn't they? They had corrupted her kind little heart only desiring to live a happy life. Since her birth she was cursed, yet others called it a blessing. They wanted to use her as a weapon. The angel of death had come to liberate them from their sufferings. This time around it would be a one-sided slaughter.

"Congratulations... you are the glitch." With these words, Ray's life as a human ended, and his existence as a mere variable in a terrifying cosmic equation began. Cast into a realm governed by the laws of absolute power, he finds humanity at the very bottom of the hierarchy. Here, humans are “crushed by beings beyond comprehension, erased by forces that treat human life as static.” and scorned by the supreme "Entity." “they bestowed the ‘Origin of Sin’ upon the one person with nothing left to lose… unaware that sin, once awakened, does not obey its creator.” Armed with an ancient curse and a body that refuses to die, Ray decides that survival is not enough. His goal isn't to climb the hierarchy... but to turn it upside down. When death fails to stop you, pain becomes nothing but fuel. “What happens to a universe when death itself refuses to claim its enemy?” "See the World of TOOS Come to Life. Join our Discord for character arts, theories, and early updates : https://discord.gg/uvZKrrxDrt

Five years after the fall of the Iron Throne, Westeros breathes, but only barely. King’s Landing is quieter, the great symbols of power reduced to ash and memory. The throne itself is gone, melted into nothing, leaving behind a kingdom ruled not by spectacle but by watchfulness. At its center sits **Bran Stark**, a king who sees more than any ruler before him. Some call it wisdom. Others whisper darker things, that control without passion can become another form of chains. To the north, **Jon Snow** lives in exile beyond the Wall. He tells himself it is penance, a choice made for the realm. But peace is fragile, and rumors have begun to move like shadows across the sea: black wings in distant skies, sightings of a dragon long thought lost. The last dragon. **Daenerys Targaryen** was dead, or so the world believed. Her body vanished in the chaos of war, and Drogon, the final living dragon, disappeared with it. Some said he carried her east, mourning his queen. Others insisted the flames had taken everything. No proof remained. No answers. Only silence. But legends do not die easily. Across the Narrow Sea, whispers grow. A queen seen in shadows. A dragon’s cry in the night. Stories that should not exist. Meanwhile, in the shadows of Westeros, **Arya Stark** moves like a ghost, investigating truths that others prefer buried. What she discovers threatens to unravel everything—the past, the present, and the fragile peace built after years of war. Suspicion spreads. Alliances fracture. Old wounds reopen. And somewhere, far beyond sight, something waits. The return of a queen. A choice no kingdom is ready to face. A war that may not resemble the last. Because some endings are only beginnings in disguise. And the greatest danger is not what we remember—but what we refuse to believe.

Code Abyss: Resimulation The world did not end in a single catastrophic collapse. It ended because of something humanity created. In the era of Tyrak, a global system governed nearly every aspect of life. The world became stable—predictable—almost perfect. Until it fractured. The sky split. Reality destabilized. Existence shattered into seven zones, and those who failed to adapt became something else entirely. From the ruins of that collapse, a man awakens from cryostasis. He does not remember how the world ended. He does not know why he survived. His name is Kael Vieron. And the world is not certain it should allow him to exist. Marked by an unknown seal and drawn into the domain of the Imperatrix—beings who govern the structure of reality itself—Kael becomes part of a system far older and far more deliberate than humanity ever understood. Fragments are scattered. Laws are shifting. And every choice he makes is measured. The system offers restoration. But it does not promise mercy. As reality begins to bend once more, Kael must decide whether he is reclaiming the future—or repeating a design that was never his to control. Because when the world stands on the edge of resimulation, not every destruction is meant to be prevented. And not every savior intends to save.

Wein should have died the night his village burned. A savage blade slit his throat and left him among the corpses of people who had always treated him like a curse. But when the sun rose, Wein opened his eyes. The near-death experience awakened something hidden deep within his blood—two rare bloodlines and a spiritual essence powerful enough to drag him back from death itself. With nothing left behind but ashes, Wein begins walking toward the wider world. In the Emerald Kingdom, power belongs to those who can seize it. And Wein has already crossed the boundary between life and death once. He has nothing left to fear.