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In a dystopian Nagasaki of 2857, Hikaru Chiba, a curious young man, is sold into the Ninkyō dantai clan, Ryuho-kai. While trying to decipher a mysterious diary, Hikaru confronts a world of greed, vice, and violence.

Since she had been born, Wang Lan Biyu lived for one purpose. Or, at least that was what she had been taught by her 'father'. Flawed yet perfect, beautiful yet hideous inside, what was she? But even flawed as she was, she still found a small glimmer of sunlight in that dark place that loved her even with her hidden flaws. When she lost that sun, Wang Lan Biyu was crushed like a glass figurine underneath their 'father's heel. When she followed her Master back to the mortal plane. He said he was her adoptive father, and she, his daughter. He taught her what Loyalty was, what was like, dislike, what human nature was. It was entirely different from what her 'father' taught her. And the first thing she learned she loved was her sun, then she learned she also loved her master, and the guqin. She loved only a handful of things. But, if there was one thing she learned she despised the most. It was the 'actually perfect' senior brother her Master told her she had to get along with. A boy who, even at a glance, you could tell heaven favored more than everyone else. A boy who smiled at her with empty eyes and an equally empty smile. The senior brother, who, gifted her a basket of logans while simultaneously giving her that same warm smile with indifference in his curved Aurelian gaze while calling her name softly. "Junior Sister Wang." .....Wang Lan Biyu, never hated that fake gentleman's false smile more than almost anything in her entire life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

HI, So I guess I should greet you, or should I greet the energy behind you first? So I am Adi, who can see spirits since childhood, and I was not pretty proud about that fact, but surely now it is my life, so a greater kind of mess is about to happen in my life.

"मृत्योर्मा अमृतात्गमय।" (Lead me from death to immortality.) For centuries, men have chanted the Mahamrityunjaya Mantra, begging Lord Shiva for victory over death. They believe immortality is a blessing. They are wrong. In the dark underbelly of Delhi, a serial killer is performing the impossible. He is murdering people exactly as predicted in the ancient Vedas, leaving behind crime scenes that defy logic and forensic science. Each body is a verse. Each drop of blood is a star in a constellation of horror. Enter Aditya, a forensic genius who trusts only what he can cut open, and Rudra, an encounter specialist who trusts only his gun. Bound by a brotherhood thicker than blood, they are the only ones who can stop the slaughter. But this is not a story about catching a killer. It is a story about the cost of a secret. As the bodies pile up, the line between the hunter and the hunted blurs. The killer knows them. He knows their past. He knows the sin they buried ten years ago. He isn't just killing victims; he is dismantling their souls, piece by piece. When the final body falls, the truth will be more terrifying than the murder itself. The killer is not a stranger. He is the consequence of their own past. What happens when the only way to win... is to destroy the one person you love the most? A story of a father's grief, a brother's betrayal, and a love that dies before it can breathe. A twisted game where the prize is death, and the price is your soul. Victory over death is a curse. And the bill has come due.

The tide of war and revolution had swept through the world over a thousand years ago. Emmyr awoke within a horrific nightmare. In the dream, he stood alone on a battlefield drowned in blood, surrounded by mountains of corpses while desperate voices cried out for help. The sky was swallowed by storm clouds, a crimson moon hung high above his head like a guillotine. The young vampire woke up with cold sweats each time, yet he always dismissed them as mere nightmares. That was until one day, the moon has turned bright red. From then on, strange things began to happen around him more and more. From dangerous monster to biazarre soul seizing, body stealing ghost that spoke with strange language and wrote in simplified characters. Has the moon always been red, or was the fear of red moon in the nightmare has messed with his brain? Followed Emmyr as he navigates this changed world while shouldering the responsibilities and expectations of the vampire race. Secrets organizations, both old and new, government councils, Churches, royal families, noble houses, none can escape this catastrope. Accidentally got pulled into a top tier secret organization and mistaken as one of the strange, unorthodox evil beings as one of them, he replied: "I am... The Maker."

Synopsis:"Qi is not magic; it’s a variable. The soul is not a myth; it’s the operating system." Alex, a senior software engineer from Boston, woke up in the body of a "foreign barbarian" with a low-grade spirit root. In a world where immortality is governed by ancient, cryptic laws and "enlightenment" is purely mystical, Alex sees only a messy, unoptimized codebase. While other disciples pray for a breakthrough, Alex is busy calculating the 6:1 resonance frequency between his heartbeat and breath. While they waste 90% of their energy in flashy moves, Alex is refining his "Qi-Needle" with a 400% compression ratio for a surgical strike. In the eyes of the cultivators, he is a blonde anomaly with a "trash root." In Alex's eyes, the Heavens are just waiting for a developer to rewrite the source code.

Earth's greatest tech-philanthropist didn't expect the afterlife to be a literal junkyard. Reincarnated as a shattered spirit-server in a world of magical laws and monstrous threats, Silas Thorne is at the bottom of the food chain. But Silas didn't build a corporate empire by playing fair. Projecting a glowing 'Imprint' onto a roster of desperate street kids, he establishes a strict, mutually beneficial network. He provides the blueprints and the bio-valves to safely unlock their Aura. They upload the copper, the steel, and eventually, the magical beast cores to expand his server capacity. A new power is rising in the shadows of the Hunter world, one transaction at a time.

He was an actor. Now he has opened his eyes in the body of Count Viktor Von Hellsworth, a cruel tyrant, drunkard and the worst father in the history of the magical Middle Ages.

In a world where the chosen are called by something that watches from beyond the sky, survival is never a matter of strength alone. At sixteen, the summoned are taken, pulled into the forgotten lands of giants, where power is inherited through ancient Trails and humanity is slowly stripped away. Those who return come back changed, elevated beyond the rest. Those who don’t are simply… erased.

The 6:00 AM bass from upstairs isn't a sound. It's a presence. Kizumuko counts the rattles. Three. His beer can shivers against cold pizza. His phone buzzes about a summoning event. He laughs. Wet. Phlegmy. Then the world folds. Not light. Pressure. Wrong pressure behind his eardrums. He lands on his knees in a throne room. Polished black stone. Cold that needles up his shins. A woman with silver hair and a white dress looks at him like he's a cockroach that wandered into her prophecy. She wanted a champion. A light that blazes like the sun. He's wearing an Anime Expo 2022 t-shirt. His sweatpants have a tear in the knee. There's a mark on his arm now, black, swirling. Wasn't there this morning. The Shadow-Lord, she calls him. The devourer. The antithesis of everything she summoned. He asks to go home. Portal's closed for a lunar cycle. So they put him in a tower. Solitary. High up. Cold stone walls. He takes his beer. Day one. New world. Still nobody. Still lonely. At least the rent's free. ✰ Disclaimer ✰ No one gets what they want here. The princess wanted a sun god. She got a guy who hasn't seen daylight in three months and keeps his beer in a kotatsu. The prophecy wanted a hero. It got a stain on the floor. This isn't a story about becoming the chosen one. It's about being the wrong answer to a question you didn't ask. The magic tastes like ozone and cheap beer. The protagonist's greatest skill is counting the bass thumps from upstairs and wondering if "lonely" is a strong enough word. If you're waiting for the part where he learns to control the shadow on his arm, you're in the wrong room. He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't want it. He just wants to finish his pizza. The tower doesn't care.

In 15th-century Japan, a quiet village boy named Hiroto awakens a forbidden power called the Shadowforge, the ability to create living weapons from his own shadow. When a mysterious warlord sends shadow soldiers to capture him, Hiroto’s village is destroyed and he is forced to flee. Hunted as a demon, Hiroto travels across a war-torn Japan with unlikely allies, a cursed ronin and a noble girl with spirit powers. As he grows stronger, he uncovers the truth about the lost Ten Shadow Clans, the prophecy of the Vanished Era, and why his power could either save Japan… or plunge it into darkness. To survive, Hiroto must rise from a powerless fugitive to the strongest warrior of his age before the Shadowforge consumes him completely. Join my Discord Server: https://discord.gg/MbCECf6Y6

✰ Synopsis ✰ The forty-sixth floor stank of wet fur and something metallic. Rhea Kinn's back pressed against cold stone. Her husband's shoulder warm against hers. They'd come for the crystal. They found a baby instead. Eyes too dark. Skin too warm. A child tucked in goblin filth, wrapped in nothing but a scrap of linen and the silence of a dungeon floor that should have swallowed him whole. Elian wanted to leave it. The guild protocol. The practical thing. Rhea lifted it anyway. One arm cradling the infant, the other grabbing the bounty. Two decisions made in the space between heartbeats. They named him Luzian. He grew. He stared at things that weren't there. He chewed on a wooden spoon and watched the afternoon light like it owed him something. The scan stone came out white. No affinity. No element. Just light that refused to shift, refused to name him anything. Elian pulled the obsidian disc from his pocket. The thing the church warned against. The thing that reads what you are, not what you say you are. The disc glowed. The disc cracked. And the baby smiled. ✰ Disclaimer ✰ This is not a story about a chosen one. No prophecy. No ancient bloodline. No destiny written in the stars. This is about a baby found in the dark. A father who pretends not to see. A mother who holds on too tight. A child who watches light move through dust motes like he's waiting for something to end. The prose is short where it hurts. Long where it burns. No one speaks in complete sentences. No one explains what the broken rune means. If you're looking for a system menu or a stat screen, put the book down. The magic here doesn't quantify. It cracks obsidian discs and leaves a hum beneath the skin. It looks like a baby's smile and feels like the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing up for no reason. The parents don't get to be heroes. They get to be warm. They get to be silent. They get to carry the weight of a child who shouldn't exist and pretend he's just a child. He's not. But they'll hold him anyway. That's the whole story. That's the only story.

SHIVERS, a Branch of Mercury that investigates and contained Supernatural and Biological phenomena. Ariel, child of Neptune, CEO of SEA, a subsidiary of the Luna Sphere, enrolls in the Grief program to find their estranged twin sister and to run away from the corrupted grasp of their father. Little does she know that she gets dragged into a conspiracy of unknown proportions, every one of these members of her small team's stories being revealed all the while.

In this world, seven sealed "Forbidden Books" exist, each said to possess the power to change the world. Lin Ye was just an ordinary boy until the day he accidentally awakened one: the Book of the Abyss. From that moment, his shadow began to respond to his will, and darkness woke beneath his feet. Demon hunters, guilds, and secret organizations in the shadows began to hunt him—some to exploit his power, others to kill him. Lin Ye must choose between the darkness and his true self, for sometimes, the most terrifying enemy hides within one’s own shadow

If fate is a story already written, then what happens when someone who has already read it, decides to intervene? Thrown into the beginning of Shadow Slave, an outsider, a reader walks a path that was never meant to exist. He is not omniscient or invincible. He knows enough to make things worse.

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

The First MAN who discovered America. ​"A crown is a shackle; a throne, a gilded cage." ​Prince Bakr had everything—a kingdom to rule and a legacy to uphold. But when his father, the Great King, breathes his last, the weight of the golden crown feels heavier than any chain. While others fight for the throne, Bakr turns his back on the sand-swept palaces of the Sahara. ​Guided by a lifelong dream and a forbidden map, he sets sail into the unknown. His goal? The "Other Land"—a place of legend that many believe is a madman's myth. ​In a world where the desert meets the endless tides, Bakr must trade his royal robes for a captain’s coat. He will face monstrous storms, ancient sea-beasts, and the betrayal of those who want him back on the throne—or dead. ​The desert was his past. The ocean is his destiny. Will he find the horizon he seeks, or will the Sahara's sails be torn by the winds of fate?

In a kingdom shadowed by age and memory, King Alric summons his most trusted knights to the Round Table with grave tidings: the northern fells have fallen silent. Villages once filled with life now stand abandoned, their people vanished or fled, whispering of a presence that defies reason—a creature not bound by nature, but something darker, something that seems to bend the night itself. Among those called are Sir Cedric, a battle-hardened warrior driven by action; Sir Rowan, a perceptive and cautious knight who questions what lies beneath fear; and Sir Percival, young yet resolute, caught between courage and uncertainty. Though their instincts differ, they are united under a single command: journey north, uncover the truth, and end whatever terror has taken root there. Yet this is no ordinary hunt. As the knights prepare to leave the safety of the castle, unease lingers. The king himself warns that this enemy may not be defeated by steel alone—that it will test not just their strength, but their minds, their unity, and their very sense of reality. Bound by oath to stand together, the knights set forth knowing that what awaits them is not merely a beast to be slain, but a mystery to be faced… and perhaps a darkness that cannot be so easily destroyed. In a land where fear shapes truth and shadows seem to live, the line between courage and despair begins to blur—and the question remains: when the enemy is unknown, what does it truly mean to be a knight?