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Wei Chen was born a "glitch" in the celestial order—a child holding both the Absolute Yang of the sun and the Primordial Yin of the moon. To save him from the purging fire of the Solar Mandate, his mother, the Empress of the Pale Moon, sacrificed her divinity to seal his power. She seared his ocular nerves with the collision of these two universes, blinding him and casting him down into the Lowest Middle—a realm of soot, acidic rain, and industrial decay.

Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless Alpha, Livia’s life is nothing but silence, scars, and shattered hope. To her husband, she is a decoration—useful for reputation, disposable in private. When betrayal strikes from the one person she trusted, Livia is pushed to the edge of despair. Then she meets Aldus—the feared Lycan King of the Blood Moon Pack. Cold, powerful, and burdened by a past drenched in blood, Aldus has sworn never to love again. Yet in Livia’s broken gaze, he finds something he thought he had lost forever: home. As war brews between packs and secrets crawl out from the shadows, Livia must choose between the life that is slowly killing her and the love that could save her. In a world ruled by claws and crowns, can a wounded Luna and a cursed Lycan King defy fate—and find healing in each other’s embrace?

​For centuries, the scattered islands of Kiribati have been bound together not by the tools of man, but by the tides of fear. The ocean here gives life, but it also takes it away—silently and without warning. The locals speak of Te Anti—monstrosities from the deep that rise to claim the living. ​Sixteen-year-old Tawi carries the weight of this history in his bones. Sensitive and fiercely spirited, he struggles to find his footing in a world constantly on the edge of grief. To prepare for the unthinkable, Tawi trains in the Buubura Karekare—ancient, communal games designed to sharpen the body and spirit. He isn’t alone; he stands shoulder-to-shoulder with a brotherhood of young warriors: Taake, Bwene, Tabuto, and Kauro. ​But the ocean is changing. The disappearances are no longer random tragedies—they are strategic strikes. Realizing their enemy is executing a coordinated invasion, Tawi and his rivals must dissolve their petty differences. They have to master the brutality of the games not for glory, but for survival, before the rising tide swallows their people forever. THE DRUA HAS MOVED WEST ​To the watchers of Banaba: ​The mist at the river mouth has grown too thick. The journey of Tolu to Naisariti is continuing in clearer waters. ​I am moving the logs of this voyage to a new harbor. If you wish to see the 'Electric Turquoise' and the weight of the expanse of the story, look for 'FAR AWAY' by [Te-One-Karawa] on the 'Royal' path. I’ll be waiting at the shore. ​The river remains, but the ocean is calling.

Riyura Shiko isn't your average transfer student-he's a walking thunderclap in a school uniform, armed with a red bow tie, gravity-defying purple hair, and the kind of energy that could power a small city. After a catastrophic incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline, Riyura is relocated to the halls of Jeremy High in hopes of a "fresh start." The problem? Wherever Riyura goes, normality checks out early. From the moment he bursts through the school gates-shouting greetings at trees, challenging basketball players to dribble pineapples, and composing lunch-table operas for his dumplings-Jeremy High becomes a whirlwind of laughter, embarrassment, and improbable friendship. Yet beneath the slapstick chaos beats a restless heart. Riyura's outrageous confidence hides a kid who's terrified of being ordinary, and his unstoppable antics are his way of reminding everyone-especially himself-that joy still matters. As his classmates slowly learn to see past the absurdity, they discover a spark they didn't know they needed: the courage to be strange, sincere, and fully alive. The Names Riyura Shiko! is a high-energy shonen comedy packed with ridiculous stunts, heartfelt surprises, and the occasional flying pineapple. It's a story about finding belonging not by fitting in-but by blowing the doors off normal and dancing through the confetti that follows. And it is highly unfunny... because it does not aim to be funny. It aims to be as stupid as possible to the point where it annoys the viewer. Because being funny ain't my middle name, because why would I want that! - Sincerely Locke Weisz... :))

Dana Snide lives between two worlds: the ordinary life she was born into, and the Labyrinth that calls to her every night — a place where her power feels alive. When a coven gathering spirals into chaos and old enemies resurface, Dana becomes the centre of a conflict she barely understands. The world she once felt safe in has become her prison, and her fate demands blood, obedience, and sacrifice. Caught between loyalty, danger, and a power she cannot yet control, she is forced to seek answers and the closer she gets to the truth, the more she loses. Hunted, uncertain who to trust, and afraid of what she might become, Dana must uncover the truth about herself… before the truth finds her first. Will she fulfill her destiny… or has it been rigged to fail? P.S. If you’d like to see more character art, cover designs, or behind-the-scenes content from The Labyrinth, follow me on Instagram: @preciousokereke_

I, Roland, have been reborn. Opening my eyes wasn't a hallucination—it was a face full of... cleavage!Looking at the magnificent, gold-shimmering palace surrounding me, I felt certain that my life was destined for greatness. Though, the people around me did look a bit terrified...Wait. Terrified?

"How much of your humanity are you willing to trade to change your fate?" In the quiet streets of Ghaziabad, Siddharth was just a cheerful teenager, living for the simple joys of school and his deep bond with Kriti. But on March 15, his reality is shattered. A cold, mechanical "System" forcibly chooses Siddharth as its host. He is no longer just a boy; he has become a vessel for a power that can override the laws of the world. But this power comes with a horrific price. In one blood-stained night, Siddharth loses control, and his own hands commit an unforgivable sin against those he holds dear. Driven by grief and hunted by unknown forces, Siddharth must transform into a ruthless Solo Warrior. As the "Calamity" spreads, he realizes that the apocalypse isn't just coming—it’s already here, and it's being orchestrated by someone watching him from the shadows. Who is the mysterious 'Being' training him? And is the innocent boy he saved truly a friend, or the harbinger of his final destruction? In a world where memories are weapons and love is the only anchor, Siddharth must decide: Will he save the world, or will he let it burn to override his own disaster?

He thought the strange presence in his life had disappeared— until it came back. Closer. Clearer. And far too familiar to be called a stranger. The man who appears before him feels the same… yet not the same. As fragments of memory begin to surface, he is forced to question everything— Was it really the same person he had been searching for all these years… or someone else entirely? Because even if memories fade— some connections never do. And this one… refuses to let him go.

Daniel Black, an adrenaline junkie, dies in an accident but awakens before a god who offers him a new life as a reward for a treasure delivered after death. As a bonus, Daniel receives a system and the chance to start over. The problem is that the new world is anything but welcoming. Trapped in a place ruled by seemingly immortal, smiling creatures, Daniel knows exactly where he is. He has watched that series before. What he does not know is whether that knowledge will be enough to keep him alive. And as the nights pass, it becomes clear that those monsters may not be the only danger lurking in the shadows. ----------------------- Disclaimer: From and its characters belong to their original creators. I do not claim ownership. English is not my primary language, so please excuse any mistakes.

In a world that seems natural and realistic, there are secret Forces that shape the world, yet someone wants to disrupt the natural order and impose absolute silence. A handful number of humans possess a type or even more than a type of power, these powers are all called when combined "The law of Structural Intent". In this story, You will follow "Hirata Alex"– an English linguistics student who thinks he is a normal person like everyone else, until he starts encountering strange phenomena and powers.

I carefully carried the hot coffee in my hands as I walked into his office. Empty. I let out a small breath. "Pheew…" Looks like the CEO isn't here yet. I placed the coffee down and glanced around once before slowly sinking into the chair behind his desk. The chair was… different. Thick leather. Soft, but firm. Expensive. The kind of comfort that didn't ask — it took. For a second… I let myself relax. My thoughts drifted. My mother. It's been a month. No calls. No visits. But she's fine… Kelvin said so. "She's in a coma." My chest tightened. I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. Just one..... A hand gripped my jaw. Firm. Cold. My breath caught as my head was tilted upward, And then I saw him. My heart stopped. He was.. No… that wasn't normal. No man should look like that. Sharp features carved like they were designed, not born. A straight nose, defined jaw, lips that held no softness , only control. And his eyes… Cold. Not empty. Just… calculating. His silver hair caught the light, smooth and clean, like polished steel under moonlight. Not old , no ..it only made him look more dangerous. Too perfect. Too wrong. Too handsome. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice… Low. Smooth. Something that didn't ask twice. A shiver ran down my spine. I blinked, still half lost between sleep and reality. "Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?" A pause. Then A smile. Cold. Slow. Dangerous. "Your dream huh…?" he repeated. I nodded slightly, still dazed. "Okay." The word came out too easily. Too calmly. His gaze lingered on me like he was studying something. "Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" he muttered. My brows pulled slightly. "…a brave, innocent little cat." My heart skipped. "But she didn't have to drug you." Erica…? Cat…? Drug…? This dream is getting confusing... Before I could think. He moved. Fast. Too fast. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me forward... And his lips crashed into mine. My eyes widened. Warm. Firm. Possessive. "Mmm…" The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Why does this feel so real…? Is this how dreams feel? My body reacted before my mind could catch up.pleasure burned through my whole body....dreams does feel Good. My hands moved on thier own, sliding onto his shirt theninto his hair. Soft. Smooth. Too real. I pulled slightly. "This is too—" Pain shot through my lip. "Ouch!" He bit me. I froze. Pain. Real pain. My eyes snapped open fully. This isn't a dream. Oh no. Oh no. I'm in the CEO's office. I pushed against his chest, stumbling back as I shot up from the chair. My face burned. I couldn't even look at him. My head dropped immediately. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. With shaky hands, I pointed to the table. "Y-your coffee… sir." Silence. Heavy. Thick. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Measuring. I need to get out. Now. I turned quickly, reaching for the door. "Stop." Does it look like you get to walk in and out here by chioce??? I froze. Slowly… I turned back. "Who are you?" he asked again. This time, colder. Clearer. "My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant, sir." A scoff. Sharp. "Assistant?" His footsteps were slow as he moved closer. "Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?" My throat tightened. "Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places these days…" A pause. Then, lower till he got to my height level "…little cat." My fingers tightened around the door handle. "I..I have to go, sir." Coward. "Call me if you need anything else." I didn't wait. I opened the door and ran like he would chase after me. messing up on the first day of my mission!!! how ironic.

your one tap= my biggest dream come true Isha Sharma never believed in fate _____ until the night everything changed. A simple girl with a broken past, struggling to survive in a city that never cared… her life takes a dark turn when a tragic accident steals someone she loved. But what if it wasn’t an accident? When whispers begin to follow her… when a voice calls her name in the silence… when flashes of something she never witnessed start haunting her… Isha realizes one terrifying truth _____ She is no longer just a girl searching for answers. She is becoming something else. As secrets begin to unfold, lies start breaking, and the past refuses to stay buried… Isha finds herself trapped in a dangerous game where every step brings her closer to the truth _____ or closer to her own destruction. Because someone is watching. And they know everything. your author..

[WSA 2026 Entry] A Lovecraftian-esque LitRPG with an anti-hero protagonist! - Reverie "Reve" Schneider had always been like a ghost, indifferent and invisible. When the trumpet of doomsday vibrates throughout the land, marking the apocalypse, Reve is indifferent as always. Until he accidentally ends someone's life and now he is forced to join a game of purgatory called the rounds. Yet, in the midst of all this, he realized this current world is far too familiar...and he is afraid that it had been him that weaved it. - For image references and (future) official art, drop by my server: https://discord.gg/ydnxhdenSF ※ Mentions and depictions of gore, dark humor, mental illness, and other dark topics will be tackled in this novel, hence the age warning, but no smut. Discretion is advised.

Kael Ashvane is the Runeward Chapter's least-regarded initiate — a foundling with no recognized elemental root, tolerated only because his guardian Lady Magister Isara pulled the strings to keep him enrolled. His cultivation is weak. His constructs backfire. His self-styled epithet, "the Little Saint-Lord," is a joke. His body is not. Born with the Primal Vigour Constitution — an innate anomaly that generates Virilic Essence of a purity no orthodox cultivator can match — Kael is precisely what the Ars Vitae demands: a natural reservoir, inexhaustible and potent. When the Chapter's mission collapses into the undead nightmare of the Dread Mire, it is not his fire techniques that first save him. It is Selene Voss, Third Soror of the Chapter, whose Ars Vitae bond with Kael begins in coercion and quietly becomes something neither of them intended. Her Bashful Bloom constitution makes their sessions unlike anything in the cultivation manuals — and the power she channels into him makes him faster, sharper, more dangerous than his grade has any right to explain. With Ars Vitae accelerating his cultivation far beyond what his official grade suggests, Kael begins winning engagements he has no business surviving: destroying Bone Towers with siege artillery he built himself, flooding the Bone Warren to collapse an undead campaign that had broken standing armies, forcing a divine-court prince to retreat. His Primal Vigour Constitution draws something extraordinary at climax — the Dracoiling, a phenomenon that blazes dragon-veins across his flesh and marks him as something the cultivation manuals do not have a category for. -------------------------------------- The Unrooted Saint: Blood, Flesh, and the Ars Vitae is a grimdark cultivation epic about a man whose blood is coveted by gods and whose body is wanted by the women who would use it, teach him through it, and sacrifice everything for it — and what remains of that man when all memory of who he was is gone.

《汤小七修仙记》讲述了徐岚山庄唯一幸存者——**汤小七（徐小七）**的成长与复仇之路。生于七月初七的他，身负家族传承的“净化之源”，在魔修灭门之后被清虚观收养，从一个贪懒怕事的小修士，逐步成长为肩负使命、守护人间的英雄。 故事从他在秘境中意外激活祖传玉佩与平底锅开始，历经**传承殿奇遇**、**清虚观危机**、**身世揭秘**、**父子对决**，最终直面幕后黑手——**魔头残魂**的惊天阴谋。途中他结识了活泼贪宝的**兔子精**，与师父、师兄师姐并肩作战，也逐渐揭开了父母被害与徐家灭门的真相。 作品融合**仙侠修真**、**成长冒险**与**轻喜剧**元素，既有热血的战斗与传承，也有幽默温馨的伙伴互动，展现了一个少年在命运洪流中不断抉择、不断强大的修仙传奇。

BEYOND THE GREAT FALL Gothic Dark Fantasy | Hard World-Building | Weak-to-Strong The sky is a myth. No one knows the words “sun,” “moon,” or “stars.” So why does Shura? In a world buried beneath itself—where light is filtered, truth is controlled, and faith replaces memory—people do not question what lies beyond. Because there is no beyond. Until something falls. Shura fell from a place that should not exist. Broken. Memory-fractured. Clinging to something no one else understands— a sky without walls… and a voice calling him home. He wakes in a world where strength is not taught—it is endured. Where failure doesn’t just end you… it removes you. And where something unseen moves through every thought— quiet… constant… listening. Most ignore it. Some survive it. Few come back unchanged. As Shura is pulled into a system that doesn’t train people—it reshapes them—he begins to notice what others refuse to see: The silence beneath the ground. Patterns that do not belong. The sense that the world itself is… holding its breath. Because this world is not natural. It is maintained. And something—deep below, or far beyond— is starting to break. But Shura isn’t searching for answers. He’s searching for a way back. Even if it was only a memory. Even if it was never real. He will climb, endure, and tear through whatever stands in his way— until he reaches the place he fell from. Because somewhere beyond this buried world— someone is waiting. And he refuses to believe she’s gone.

In a future beyond futures—where countless worlds orbit the ruins of old creation—legends speak of a war so vast, it left scars on time itself. They call it the Era of the Above Alls: beings born from the Source of All Things, who ruled reality and reshaped existence in a clash of unimaginable power. That war ended in silence. But the silence never lasted. Now, in the endless sprawl of a reborn cosmos, a boy with no name awakens. He bears no lineage, no past, no purpose—yet the world around him shifts when he dreams. In the highest realm of celestial kingdoms, tales of the ancient clash are told as myth. But something is stirring. Old laws are fracturing. Forgotten powers are whispering. And in the shadows of gods, watchers, and sovereigns, an unknown presence begins to rise. Some call him a mistake. Others, a prophecy. None understand what he truly is. But all will remember the name that has not yet been written...

Title: Journey to Hell Synopsis: On a starless night, a small infant was cast into a river of unknown fate, fleeing from a ruthless king and an unstoppable army. That infant was Mabo. Mabo grew up haunted by shadows, knowing nothing of his origins, his father, or his mother. Adopted by a family that raised him as their own, he remains oblivious to the terrifying truth: a dormant power dwells within his blood—a force that erupts in the darkest moments, slowly consuming him from the inside out. His only anchors in this chaotic world are his grandfather, Charo, a man shrouded in dangerous secrets, and his brother, Thian, who fights with a deadly, silent resolve. In a world that never sleeps—filled with wars, political schemes, crumbling kingdoms, and hidden villages—stands Mabo, walking his solitary path through the abyss. This is not just a story of survival; it is his Journey to Hell. Genres: Action / Drama / Dark Fantasy / Adventure / Shonen. Author: Abdraouf Email: [email protected] Instagram: ___xaxo___ Note: If you want to read the story in Arabic, the original version is available on the Wattpad app.

Mono woke up and found that he had actually transmigrated into the game world of little nightmares. Moreover, he had become the tragic child, Mono. In order to change his fate of ultimately being backstabbed by Sixth Master (a Little Girl suffering from a neurological disorder). Mono decided that he had to betray her first. Facing the Hunter's muzzle. “Six, I'll count to three, then we run together.” After the count of three, Mono didn't move, watching with his own eyes as Sixth Master rushed out of cover and drew the Hunter's attention. Facing the Long-Neck Teacher. “Six, run around the pillar, make her neck tie itself in a knot to bind her, you can do it.” Facing the Fat Doctor. “Six, don't worry, that guy has a high body fat percentage. Look at you, these arms, these legs, tsk tsk, surely you can outrun him? Charge, let's escape this hellhole together.” Six broke down: “You're so annoying~”

What is science? Science is the methodical pursuit of knowledge through observation, experimentation, and reasoning, bridging the gap between theory and reality, and connecting the present to future aspirations. Science is a process of constantly negating itself, constantly proving itself, and constantly advancing. The Magic Gods in Toaruverse, the Gods and Demons in Little Garden, the Ixseed in No Game No Life, the Heroic Spirits in the Nasuverse... Everything from the past awaits overturning by the future; so-called definitions forever await new truths. This is the story of someone transmigrated to Academy City, becoming a scientist and Level 5 esper, who through endless "calculations" ascends to become the Science God. “When all processes are completed, the predetermined result will naturally arrive."