mystery

When Caesar learned that he had traveled to the world of pirates, he was overwhelmed with excitement! Determined to gain strength, he began a grueling, hellish training regimen, aspiring to set sail one day, shake the world, and carve his name into history! One fateful day, a fearsome pirate crew arrived. As he gazed at the familiar figures standing behind their captain, realization struck—Caesar instantly knew the man’s name: Rocks D. Xebec! After the fateful God Valley Incident… Garp: "When did a Caesar join the Rocks Pirates? I almost fell into his hands!" Roger: "What kind of bizarre power is this? Haki!?" Whitebeard: "The scars on my body… I owe them to Caesar!" Golden Lion: "Impossible! What ability is he hiding!?" Kaido: "Damn it, so this bastard was holding back all along!"

a collection of tales and fables. there may be an overarching story or stories. who knows, maybe you can put it together from the fragments of fables

Hiroto Takatana, mystery gaming prodigy, complains a game is too easy. The developer’s response? Transport him to Arinia—a world of magic, monsters, and impossible murders. Now he’s a broke, Pathless detective drowning in debt. His only way home: solve the Ten Wonders, cases that have defeated every magical detective alive

When Kieran wakes up, he discovers that he has been transmigrated into the game he once played: Star of Glory. He now inhabits the body of the main villain, Luke Daicamus Valenhart, eho also known as the Puppet Master. Knowing that death is coming for him, Kieran must survive. But the world he thought he knew is not the same as the game he played. Layers upon layers of hidden truths unfold, each one darker than the last.

Damaris has always lived freely in Wisteria—until a strange gardener arrives, disrupting the tranquility she once knew. His cold gaze follows her with unsettling intensity, and his indifference irritates her more than she would care to admit. Their encounters are marked by clashing wills and unspoken tension, each meeting drawing them closer, with irritation shifting to unease and unease to something neither of them can dare name. In a land of quiet mornings and dazzling nights, Damaris finds herself unsettled by his presence, sensing that behind his silence lies something dangerous.

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood and the weight of a dark, haunted past. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of the embrace of that dangerous man.

At eighteen, Nidhi is forced to leave the Mehra family. They tell her the truth — she is not their real daughter. Because of a childhood accident, three babies were switched. Believing that Nidhi belongs to a poor family, the Mehras throw her out without regret. What they don’t know is one thing. Nidhi feels no pain. No loss. No regret. Because the girl they considered weak and simple is not simple at all. Behind her calm eyes lies a girl with many hidden identities, secrets that no one has ever discovered. When Nidhi returns to her real home — the Singhania family — the truth shocks everyone. She is the true daughter of Italy’s most powerful family, protected by five brothers who rule every field they enter. And fate has already tied her to one man. Her marriage to Shubham Malhotra was decided long ago. The fake daughter, who once lived as Nidhi, is deeply in love with Shubham. Driven by jealousy, she begins to create plots, lies, and dangerous schemes. But what she never expected was this— Shubham Malhotra had already fallen in love with Nidhi, before knowing who she truly was. As secrets slowly unfold, the world begins to realize— Nidhi is not a girl to be broken. She is the storm hidden behind silence. Who is Nidhi really? How many identities does she hide? And what happens when her true self is revealed? Read My Mysterious Would-Be Wife to uncover love, secrets, and destiny.

A young man had spent years trapped at the 100th level of an unbeatable game, endlessly trying, and failing… to clear it. One night, after another crushing defeat, he falls asleep in frustration. When he wakes up, he finds himself no longer in his apartment, but inside the very game he could never conquer. Believing himself doomed, he soon awakens a hidden power, an SSS-Rank ability. His skill allows him to upgrade any item he obtains by one level, without failure, while his drop-rate stat is maxed out, ensuring rare rewards fall into his hands with ease. Before he can celebrate, the system assigns him a brutal task: defend his fort from endless waves of monsters. The assaults occur daily, growing stronger without limit. If the fort falls, so does he. Now, armed with a seemingly simple yet terrifyingly powerful ability, he must do what he never could before—beat the game from the inside.

Born as Alaric Thorne, the last son of a disgraced house, I was raised as a ward within the cold stone walls of Winterfell. For years, I grew up in the shadow of the Starks—Robb’s fiercest rival in the training yard, Jon Snow’s only true confidant, and the man Lord Eddard Stark trusted above all others to be the personal shield for his eldest daughter. I am eighteen, the same age as Sansa Stark. To the world, I am her silent, loyal shadow. To her, I am the only one who knows the fire hidden behind her "Little Dove" mask. But the world I knew was about to shatter. On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, the day the King’s wheelhouse was spotted on the horizon, a cold voice echoed in my mind. [The Bloodline Monarch System has Awakened.] ....... Harem: Sansa, Margaery Tyrell, and others to be decided as the plot unfolds. Note: This is an original work, not a translation. I am working hard to stay ahead of schedule, so you can expect consistent daily updates!

Synopsis: Shiya de Leyyes, a burnt-out office worker, dies in a freak vending machine accident. Reborn in a world of magic and monsters with a glitched System, he starts at max level with every skill unlocked. Now, he must navigate a world of political intrigue, ancient evils, and the growing affections of formidable women, all while trying to understand the mysterious "Final Quest" his System has assigned him, and the reason he was brought here.

Footsteps echoing down the dark corridor. Whispers drifting from the depths of an old mansion. Hidden curses in urban legends… All those unknown, spine-tingling moments passed down by word of mouth—they’re all tucked away in this collection of supernatural case files, adapted from real-life oral accounts. Every story here comes straight from a first-hand experience - a terrifying tale shared among friends late at night, a bizarre encounter on a trip, or an urban legend whispered in the back alleys of town. The author has polished each story with a documentary-style touch, stripping away over-the-top drama to bring back those heart-pounding moments. No excessive gore—just that quiet dread that creeps up on you when something feels too real. Each story is a supernatural mark etched in someone’s memory, and each telling is a touch with the unknown. For all explorers who love ghost stories, may these Eastern tales carry you across the line between reality and the unexplained.

HERIX is a collection of interwoven sagas set in the world governed by Primordial Energy—a force that grants miraculous power to those seeking supremacy. Across nations shaped by divine intervention, corruption, and forgotten wars, a generation of individuals emerges, forging a passage between humanity and godhood. Bound not by destiny, yet their converging paths will uncover the truth buried beneath divine law, the ambition of their own souls.

The Kan Realm is in the midst of great civil unrest, teeming with Perfected Monarchs eager to create and expand their empires across the infinite expanse. Dominion Lord Kan has chosen to let events unfold without his direct interference, trusting in cause and effect to resolve the turmoil. All Dominion Lords aim to produce more of their kind and forge new realms, hoping to bolster the strength of reality should no one ascend to Deityhood. They believe that with a near-infinite number of Dominion Lords, they might match the power of a Deity. Yet, each pursues this goal in their own unique way. Let's delve into the chaos of the Kan Realm.

The world is not as empty as it seems. Hidden beneath ordinary cities, forgotten highways, and quiet towns, something ancient and inhuman still moves—and most people will never know how close it gets. Axl, Cedric, Garath, and Ace travel the world in a battered RV, chasing rumors no one else believes. They are Hunters, trained to face what humanity was never meant to see. Some rely on brute strength and experience. Others carry gifts that feel more like curses. Together, they survive by instinct, loyalty, and the unspoken rule that no hunt ever ends clean. Each stop on the road brings a new threat, a new choice, and a new cost. Monsters are not always mindless, and humans are not always innocent. As the line between protector and executioner blurs, the crew must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice to keep the darkness buried.

He was just another man from the countryside—until life brought him face-to-face with the women who would change everything. From the kind-hearted housewife next door to the newlywed running the village store, from his unforgettable campus goddess to the ambitious young village official, even the mayor’s wife—each encounter sparked a different fire. Every relationship comes with a choice, every touch with its own consequences. As he climbs his way out of the ordinary, his life becomes a dangerous mix of temptation, passion, and forbidden intimacy. A story of love, lust, and the cost of chasing both. For mature audiences only (18+). If you enjoy the chapter, please remember to vote with Power Stones!

In a world rife with unsolved mysteries, questions abound—who, what, why, and how—these are but a few mysteries that keep the weary awake and scare children from their mother’s arms. But one man has the answers, at least that is how it seems. Who is he? A detective. What does he want? Peace. Why? Well, same answer as the last… as for how he will achieve it… by solving every mystery known to man and filling his journal with all the bizarre encounters he makes along the way.

In a modern world plagued by calamities known as Psychos and Disasters, Elias Crowe must navigate the situation with his Esper companions.

Kael wakes up in a world where hunters are praised as humanity’s protectors. But the truth is nothing like the stories people believe. These “heroes” aren’t protectors at all they’re targets being slowly raised for a harvest no one sees coming. Kael couldn’t care less about their fantasies. His sister is the only person he has left, and keeping her alive is all that matters to him. But the system that brought him into this world has its own plans. It follows him, gives orders he doesn’t fully understand, and pulls him into danger again and again. Even so, he can’t ignore it. Strength is the only thing that can keep his sister safe and keep this world from crushing them both. So he fights. He grows. He pushes himself far past what his new body should handle. But with every step he takes, something inside him slips away… something he may never get back.

A genius programmer and overworked corporate slave dies from a freak lightning strike while debugging wiring—alone—on a Sunday night. Seriously. Who even works on Sundays? When he awakens in another world—Mrutyulok, the Mortal World—he quickly realizes something is wrong. This world doesn’t just run on magic, monsters, and gods… It runs on logic. Magic behaves like executable code. Mana flows like data streams. Fate itself follows rigid, breakable rules. Armed with his programming skills and a mysterious Root Access System, Limbo gains the terrifying ability to read, analyze, and rewrite reality itself. But every exploit has a cost. Every bug fix creates new glitches. And the gods are not happy when their world is tampered with. Between divine beings, broken systems, deadly monsters, and a sarcastic author who refuses to stay quiet, this is the story of a modern slave who finally finds freedom— In a world he can debug. Emotion × Magic × Logic Welcome to Mrutyulok.