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Alan, a ruthless Archmage who slaughtered an entire Magistracy for revenge, finally meets his end… only to awaken in the body of a broken fifteen-year-old boy dangling from a noose. Now inhabiting the skin of Severus Snape, Alan brings with him memories of blood-soaked battlefields, forbidden runes, and magic so terrifying it makes Avada Kedavra look like a child’s prank. He has no interest in Dumbledore’s war, Voldemort’s ideology, or teenage drama.

I do not own JJK or Bleach, this fanfic is just for fun and I'm not getting paid. All rights reserved.

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is not a standard webnovel. Not power fantasy. You won't get that constant power escalation hit or that achievement system satisfaction. What you get is slow burn, structured more like a novel than serialized content. Each chapter accumulates. Each arc tightens. Tension builds and doesn't release until it's supposed to. The work touches on philosophy, politics, economy, metaphysics, theology. Everything woven into narrative, not explained to you. If you've already read Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, A Song of Ice and Fire, works that trust readers to hold complexity, you already know what we're trying to do here. The ambition is simple and honest: get there. Write something that redefines what this genre can do. I can't promise we make it. I'm a beginner without experience and this work is experimental. But I can promise I'll give everything I have trying.

(BL) Sci-Fi / Action / Romance Novel. Kai Langford has always lived in the shadow of his twin brother, following orders and blending into the background, until a mysterious vial awakens a dangerous power within him. Thrust into a world of relentless experiments and constant threats, he must fight to survive. Everything shifts when he meets Test Subect: 012, a bright, curly-haired boy whose smile sparks a fragile connection that challenges Kai’s trust and awakens feelings he never knew existed. As he struggles to master his newfound abilities, Kai must navigate a world determined to break him while protecting the people he’s come to care for.

In the kingdom of Kivuli, light is worshipped, nobles are divine, and the poor exist only to bow. When a village boy named Sefu Zuberi is chosen to compete against a noble’s heir in the royal games, the slums erupt with hope. For the first time, the lowborn believe they might stand equal to their masters. But hope is dangerous. Before the games can begin, Sefu’s family is slaughtered by the serpent-crested nobles of House Nyoka, their ashes left as a warning to all who dream beyond their station. The Walinzi wa Nuru, the so-called Guardians of Light, turn their backs and call the massacre justice. That night, a boy’s heart dies. Years later, a broken Sefu wanders the ruins of a forbidden temple and discovers the Kitabu cha Mauti, the Book of Death. Its whispers promise him power beyond the gods. Shadows carve into his flesh. Corpses rise at his command. The boy who once carried the hopes of the poor is reborn as the world’s greatest curse. Driven by vengeance, Sefu will unravel the illusion of light that rules Kivuli. He will turn saints into sinners, heroes into monsters, and peace into a lie. In his eyes, life is nothing but ones and zeros, alive or dead, nothing in between. Cast of Characters Sefu Zuberi – A poor blacksmith’s son chosen to face a noble heir. After his family’s massacre, he discovers the Kitabu cha Mauti and becomes a master of death. Neema Zuberi – Sefu’s little sister. Her death shatters his humanity. Jabari Zuberi – Sefu’s father, a proud blacksmith who dies defending his family. Amina Zuberi – Sefu’s mother, kind and protective, killed by House Nyoka’s knights. Lord Nyoka – Ruthless head of House Nyoka; orders Sefu’s family’s execution. Tariq Nyoka – Lord Nyoka’s arrogant son and Sefu’s former rival. Captain Baruti – Cold leader of the Walinzi wa Nuru who denies Sefu justice. King Arodi – Ruler of Kivuli, blinded by his faith in false light. Kitabu cha Mauti – The cursed Book of Death that grants Sefu his dark power. The Whisperer – A mysterious voice within the Book that fuels Sefu’s descent.

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?

To every person who's had someone on their side, to every person who has had a reason to live, to every person, who has someone to love. and to every person who has none of that. I hope you learn what its like to suffer here. But i hope you never join the stupid girl in the prison she built herself in.

In high school life, a student named Lee Hyun-woo, who just wants to live a normal life like others, has to accept a different reality. The world feels like something is moving it, unlike the real world. Day by day, week by week, or even almost year after year. Time continued to pass until he finally found out the truth behind it, how cruel and dark the real world was out there, far from the normal world he had imagined. The world is actually different, but what about Lee Hyun-woo's own origins? Will he accept reality as who he really is, or will he end his life like everyday life haunted by his emptiness?

In Sicily, Italy, family is more than just blood... it’s power. Loyalty is earned with bullets, and betrayal costs lives. Two strong Mafia families, the Bellantis and the Morettis plan to unite through marriage. It’s a careful deal built on years of violence and tradition. Valentina Bellanti is the perfect daughter. She was chosen to be the bride, the symbol of peace between the families. Meanwhile... someone else has always wanted Matteo Moretti. The cold and ruthless heir of the Moretti family. Aurora Bellanti. The quiet sister. When Valentina was shot just before the wedding, only one choice remained. Aurora must take her sister’s place. But what happens when love, desire, and betrayal enter a deal that was never meant to be real? He had watched her for years, a silent predator claiming his prey even before she knew she was caught. He has already marked her. And now… he owns her.

Re: Origin Zero - The Fool Who Imprisoned Fate. At twenty-four, Zekai Krystan believes life is nothing more than an illusion people choose to believe. That changes the moment he inherits The Fool Arcana. As impossible crimes spread across the city, Zekai is dragged into a hidden war between humanity and forces beyond reality. Every mystery he solves reveals another truth that should never have existed, while an ancient power within him begins to awaken. Some seek justice. Some seek power. But the Fool seeks something far more dangerous. Because this isn't the story of a chosen hero. It's the story of the one who should never have entered the game. 22.

Tags: [Naruto] [System] [Fanfiction] [Rogue Ninja] [Dark] [Female Lead] Status: [Non-Transmigration] [Canon Divergence] This is the story of a girl who yearned for peace, only to fall step-by-step into the depths of darkness. To leap from a mere single tomoe directly to the Mangekyo Sharingan… just how much agonizing pain must one endure? Kanon Uchiha, the biological younger sister of Itachi and Sasuke, finds herself thrust into the nightmare of the Uchiha Clan Downfall. As the massacre begins, she is forced into a desperate confrontation with the Mysterious Masked Man. In Kanon’s heart, her parents were her entire world. When she finally drags her battered, broken body through the streets of Konoha and stumbles back to her home, she is met only with the cold, lifeless corpses of her mother and father, lying in a pool of thickening blood. In that singular, soul-shattering moment, the vibrant field of flowers that bloomed within her heart... Was crushed to ash.

** No NTR { Only Netori }** **Explicit Content Warning +18** **Dark fantasy+SMUT* Join my Discord for NFSW character & Official Character images: https://discord.gg/Q53VhaAM88 —————————————— Caught masturbating in glorious 4K, a perverted teenager is sentenced to the basement as punishment. Only to be murdered by a book that never asked permission. Death was supposed to be the end. Instead he awakens as Daniel Dikson. An eighteen years old, dirt-poor guy, son of a broke farmer and Marnie, his stepmother. The kind of stepmother wet dreams are built from. Yet what truly terrified him was the book itself. It had crossed death with him, and now lay quietly at his side, patiently waiting for his touch once more. “Wait… this book wants me to draw a ritual diagram, place the book in the center, and chant some eldritch bullshit to seal the deal?” “Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà…” One forbidden ritual later, a demon found its vessel, purring promises of limitless power. Every woman he claims, every moan he steals from their bodies will increase his power. From the village’s weakest to a ruthless conqueror Daniel rises through blood, sweat and bedroom sheets. But in this brutal world of scheming nobles, wild beasts, and forbidden lusts, will Daniel survive? ———— [A/N: MC power growth is a little slow, but it picks up later.]

I am LS13 / LS, the author of Devil Horns. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road. Twenty years ago, the world united to kill one man. They failed. Now, in an age where kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of ancient powers, a new name begins to echo across the lands — Lacod Junyu.

In the Book of the Heralds, it is written what a priest must give to gain power: "Forget joy; understand what power brings. Power brings misery, and to understand what misery is, one has to forget all joy. Understand this, human, for those who are powerful should carry the pain of the living on their shoulders and the pain of the dead in their hearts. So those who have no power can live with joy." Join Kanrel on his quest to find the truth of the mysteries that he is presented with: the Angels and the Otherkind; what is their connection; and why do the Angels prophesy of a coming war, an ascension of the Otherkind, and the destruction of humanity by the will of the Betrayed? Follow him as he starts as a novice and becomes a fully-fledged priest while vowing to carry the burden of power for the sake of the weak, but all comes with a cost... Forget joy. - - - What to expect: The story is a bit slow, mainly focusing on thoughts, different ideas, and feelings that the main character, Kanrel, experiences in his life. So do not expect many action sequences. FYI, this story was first posted on to another site/app by me. I would link it here as proof, but I am not sure if it is okay to link to another site that offers a similar service as does WebNovel. Also, the picture in the book cover is generated via the AI option here.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if someone from a Lovecraftian world got isekai’d into another world built on Lovecraftian themes? Well, it’s absolute chaos. Meet Alaric, a human(questionably) survivor of the madness and chaos caused by a certain crawling chaos, who, thanks to the kindness of a certain bubble daddy, got isekai’d into the “fake it till you make it” world. What will he do in this strange new world? Climb the ladder of power to become that impossible god unless you’re just a pawn of a certain russian priest or a certain goth mommy? Or become a cheshire cat, leaping onto the 4D chessboard to disrupt the schemes and mind games of these bizarre folks? For Alaric, it’s not a tough choice. But before he picks either path, he must, of course, uphold the time-honored tradition of isekai’d victims(questionably) that forms the foundation of this world. What’s that tradition? Keeping a diary. --- [Alaric's Transmigration Diary] [Day 1: I encountered Amon. Used a special technique to summon a projection of the Ancient Sun God, who personally delivered a heavy slap to Amon. Hope Amon appreciates this weighty paternal affection.] [Day 2: I received an invitation from the Aurora Order. Told them I want it all... looks, brains, and combat prowess... and invited them to join my newly founded Joker Club.] [Day 3: I met Leonard and acknowledged Gramps Pallez. Declined Leonard's enthusiastic suggestion for the old man to move in with me, as I’d rather not have a old man critiquing my every move, even in private moments.] [Day 4: I told Klein I plan to pray to a deity named The Fool. Watched his eyes widen in shock and kindly offered him some eye drops.] [Day 5: I listened to Medici perform a two-hour comedy routine. Suggested he go professional and invited him to share a meal.] . . . [Day 666: I fully absorbed a certain crawling chaos fragment within me. From now on, I am the Fifth Pillar.]

Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household. But Sexton is no place for a human. Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold. Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses.  Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her. And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting. And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all. ——————— The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her dress, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The light caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Born in the mountainous Bright Moon Village, flower boy Yue lived a simple life with his opium-addicted foster grandmother Feng. Picking medicinal herbs and flowers in the dawn, playing in the morning and studying sneakily in the night, Yue was the darling of the village and everyone who interacted with him. But when the Red Moon Festival dawns and ill omen strikes the village, village chief Lan makes a tough decision and Yue has to carry it out. But treading upon the Sacred Grounds, Yue encounters something ... different, something blasphemous and the Heavens responds. ... Release Rate: 3 chapters/week Chapter Length: 1200-2000 words/chapter Caution: I will be focusing on realism as much as possible and will probably depicts the horrors of humanity and human psyche and on the fickle nature of the Mandate of Heaven. Be warned that I will not mince words and as such, I wish you do not too. I welcome constructive criticism. As readers, you can expect a heavy dose of realism, cultivation, logical thinking and heavy kingdom-building. The last part is also one of my main goals. I am a working man as such please do not expect daily uploads, let alone multiple daily uploads but I will upload more (or at least try to) if I am sufficiently motivated (through Power Stones) but please be kind to me, to other readers and to yourself.

In the forgotten mountain kingdom of Shailantara, peace has endured for generations; guarded by tradition, rituals, and stories long dismissed as myth. As Prince Chandra prepares for his coming-of-age blessing, a simple journey with friends begins to stir something far older than the kingdom itself. Beneath forgotten wars, forbidden books, and erased names lies a past the world chose to bury—the age of heroes, demons, and a Demon King betrayed by humanity. Reborn into a new era, the Shadow of that ancient being begins to awaken once more, its fate entwining with the children of Shailantara. As truths long sealed threaten to surface, the line between hero and villain blurs. And the question remains: Can fate be broken… or does it claim everything, every time? https://discord.gg/NKhCvTvH https://linktr.ee/gautam_ryusel