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Bloodbound Souls: Every Time We Love, the World Ends

Bloodbound Souls: Every Time We Love, the World Ends Every time we fall in love… one of us dies. And the world begins again. She has no memory of him. But the moment their eyes meet, her heart reacts like it has loved him for a lifetime. He looks at her the way a survivor looks at a disaster he has already lived through. Not with hatred. Not even with anger. With exhaustion. Because he remembers everything. He remembers every life where they met. Every life where they fell in love. Every life where the world paid the price. He says she loved him once. He says she betrayed him. He says she killed him. And the terrifying part is… something inside her heart believes him. Bound by matching scars neither of them can explain, they are drawn together by a connection that feels less like fate and more like a curse. The closer they grow, the more fragments of a forgotten past begin to surface — memories of war, sacrifice, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to shake the foundations of reality. But their reunion is not an accident. Someone is watching them. Someone who remembers every timeline where their love began… and how each one ended in catastrophe. Because long ago, in the very first world that ever existed, their love awakened something ancient — a power so overwhelming that reality itself began to collapse. To save existence, the universe created a cruel solution. A cycle. Every time they come too close… one of them dies. And the world resets. Again. And again. And again. But now something is changing. The cycle is breaking. Memories are returning. The force that kept them apart is weakening. And for the first time in countless lifetimes, the choice may finally be theirs. Save the world… or choose each other and watch reality burn. Because some souls are not meant to live happily ever after. Some souls are meant to destroy the world together. And every time they fall in love… the world ends.
ISHIRA_CHATTERJEE · 3.4k Views

Systems of Ugliness

A single kid catches your eye when you look at that good-looking bunch. Folks can’t help but notice her - everyone watches when the oldest girl walks by, glowing in a way that feels like something out of a dream. He wins them over without trying, the little brother with a face so open they believe every word he says before he even speaks. One more kid shows up - same parents, different path altogether. Faces turn away before words are spoken, eyes darting like they’ve seen something wrong. His reflection draws stares no matter where he stands, kin or stranger alike caught off guard by what they see. Siblings laugh nearby, bright and familiar, yet somehow that warmth sharpens the distance. Quiet comments slip through hallways, folding into each other until every step echoes with judgment. A present arrives when he turns sixteen, handed over by those who raised him. A mask. Wait - this isn’t humor. Forget looks. What matters is asking straight up, with weight. He gets asked if he’ll put it on. Always. When his face stays out of view, life just works better for people around him. Starting out, the mask serves only to block glances, murmurs, hushed judgment - things he's learned to expect. Yet once life unfolds beneath it, odd shifts take root. Something shifts in how they act around him. One by one, paths that blocked his way now let him through. The mask hums with something unspoken - like it always had a purpose beyond being just a thing to wear. What hides beneath a scorned expression might be worse than imagined. A dismissed look can mask what no one dares to name. Quiet rejection often shields sharper truths. The familiar frown could guard something wilder than myth suggests. Few see past the surface of someone pushed aside. Hidden behind that unwelcome stare - something restless waits. After all… What hides under the bed might start as a thought. A worry shaped by hands that was never meant to proper but it grows teeth anyway. Fears twist familiar faces into something harder to face than shadows. Made real not by claws but by nights spent feeding them. The loudest roar comes from inside the chest, not the dark.
Light_Smile_lol · 93 Views

The Game at Carousel: A Horror Movie LitRPG

"Could you survive a horror movie?" That's the question Riley must answer after he and his friends are lured to Carousel, a malevolent, inescapable town where horror movies come to terrifying life. Riley thinks he is in big trouble when he is assigned the Archetype, a minor support class with a nasty habit of dying early in the script. At first resigned to a fate of dying over and over again, his luck changes when he unlocks the trope. As long as he can convincingly pretend he hasn't noticed the monsters and slashers hunting his team, they cannot harm him. At first, the ability appears to be a cruel joke. But in Carousel, the script is everything. Riley realizes that with a little bit of acting and some clever exploitation, his "useless" class might just be his greatest strength. What to expect: - Strategic LitRPG gameplay and clever exploitation of movie tropes. - Perilous storylines pulled straight from your favorite horror subgenres. - Creative and deadly twists on classic horror movie clichés. - Moderate stats-based strategy where outsmarting the script is better than out-punching the monster. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a Original Novel and not a Fan-Fiction!!! The author of this novel is 'lost_rambler'. I found this and upload it here with some edits. If the original author wants it removed then contact me.
Husband · 19.9k Views

Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.
Dagzo · 8.7m Views