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The Darkness managed to steal the Ultimate heavenly Orb from Heaven's and Sealed the Heaven's Will to the Orb but the heaven's will managed to used his/her last power to escaped into the void while being sealed............. this is my first time to write novel sorry for my bad english i dont know when to write a chapter becouse i was searching ideas to start writing a chapter.. and sorry for posting while i still have no chapter becouse i was afraid to forget my ideas and courage to write.. and i am a Filipino thank you!..

A generic Isekai story with no other redeeming qualities. Death is often the end of all things, a stop to the train known as life. That is common sense. But what if it wasn't?

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?"

Blurb: He was once mindless trash. Vermin. An Imp. No name, no purpose. No future. He was supposed to die in the Maw like the rest. Mindless, crawling meat for something stronger to chew on. But something broke. A spark buried itself inside him... something ancient, older than Hell itself. Now he can see. He can think. He can Evolve. Hell doesn't know it yet, but the bottom just stood up. And he's hungry. Synopsis: The lowest demon in Hell. An imp without thought, spawned from filth, born for slaughter. Then he devoured a glitched system shard, something that shouldn’t exist in Hell. It gave him thought. It gave him power. It gave him the chance to evolve. Crawling through a realm of endless death and rot, he forced open a path to Earth. But in the year 2125, Earth isn’t what it once was. A hundred years ago, the Convergence shattered reality. Dimensions merged and the Dungeons fell. Civilization ended. Now, after a century of struggle, the Five Kings rule what's left, each carving out their own empires with overwhelming power. Like the Beast Taming King, who controls what was once Africa. His lands teem with monsters. Users flock to farm his dungeons, capturing beasts, gather rare materials...if they can survive, and don't forget to pay tribute. Or the Undead King, who holds what was once Europe and Russia in an iron grip. Endless legions of the dead serve him, his people loyal and fanatical. Behind an iron mask, he enforces absolute authority. A tyrant, loved by his people, living or dead. Everywhere, system users chase their own power. Shards grant anything from petty stats to world-shaking destinies. Everyone sees themselves as the hero, the protagonist of their own story. All of this is maintained and guided through the Network, a system-spanning infrastructure no human can escape. It ranks, registers, and controls. But not everywhere. Beyond the king's territories lie the Freelands, lawless zones they can’t or won’t hold. Here, gangs and corporations carve up ground while dimensional rifts swallow entire city blocks, wild dungeons drop without warning, and violence is the only law. He shouldn’t even exist in the Network. He’s not human. But his shard is corrupted...tainted. He slips through its firewalls, unregistered, unranked and free. Consuming the life and identity of Wohan Seo-jin, a system user and gang boss on the drowned coast of what was once Korea, he takes everything: his face, his memories, his men. Now he owns a foothold in the human world. And he plans to keep it. Survival isn’t enough. There is too much to want, too much to take for his own. System users, demons, dimensional races, even gods, he’ll push past every limit, evolve beyond every threat, and claim everything he desires...no matter the cost. #Litrpg #DarkFantasy #Grimdark #ProgressionFantasy #Post-apocalyptic

A talented individual who is respected by many and welcomed everywhere… Not at all! A bloodthirsty battle fanatic who knows no defeat! However, he is usually kind and gentle, as well as a great boss and a subordinate who does not make a fuss! That’s what people think of me, but in reality, I’m a sickly person who struggles to get by in everyday life, let alone in battles. Due to excessive stress, I vomit blood. If I’m shocked, I vomit blood. Even if I’m slightly startled, I vomit blood. For no reason at all, I vomit blood… No, it’s about time everyone realized that I’m weak, but for some reason, they continue to have a strange misunderstanding about me. So… I used to be strong—no, I still am, but for some reason my body was damaged and I can no longer use 100% of my skills? Is it because my body will be unable to withstand it? And the reason for it is… a spell? A curse? This is ridiculous! ___ This is an upload of a PDF I have. I don't know who the original translator is, but I'm pretty sure it's MTL. I will make small modifications to each chapter to correct some things that may be confusing.

Anelle loses her home and family to war. She wakes up outside a foreign city with no idea how she got there. Soon after she starts experiencing vivid dreams of a dying dragon and white flames. She slowly gains her footing in her new home until the spring festival where she is ripped away from her new family and thrust into a political fight for the throne. Buorlan wants to bring a new age and restore magic back to the people of Ealria. Buorlan’s biggest political rival, Ilrune Volus, has a strong grip on the puppet king’s strings. Ilrune’s daughter, Queen Saria, is soon to give birth to a royal heir and solidify Ilrune’s claim to power. Buorlan must work quickly if he wants to stop Ilrune from seizing the throne.

Nanajūhachi Asuka, a soul from the 78th district of Rukongai, is cast into the world of Demon Slayer as a disposable experiment. Lacking a "system" or "cheat-codes," he relies solely on his raw Reiryoku (spiritual power) and the survival instincts of a street dog. Asuka is taken in by Tetsushin Arisaki, mastering Wind Breathing alongside his peer, Suzune. This peace is shattered when Lower Rank Two, Rokuro, massacres their home. Master Arisaki sacrifices himself, triggering the awakening of Asuka’s unique ability: Nugata—the power to devour demon essence and convert it into spiritual energy. Driven by cold vengeance, Asuka joins the Demon Slayer Corps. His presence at Mount Natagumo changes the tide, as his "serrated" strikes—infused with spiritual pressure—permanently stall demon regeneration. This "new variable" catches the attention of Muzan Kibutsuji, who begins purging the Lower Ranks to prepare for this emerging threat. Through training at the Butterfly Estate and sparring with the Mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito, Asuka realizes a vital truth: traditional Wind Breathing is a "shoe that doesn't fit" his spiritual nature. He begins the journey to transcend established styles, seeking to forge an Original Breath that bridges the gap between a Soul Society ghost and a mortal swordsman.

Paul Gapor, a 47-year-old NEET adrift in a modern world where magic and fantasy races coexist, dies unexpectedly in a tragic plane hijacking. Reborn as Kyro Samsworth, the youngest son of a humble family living in a farm, Paul awakens in a world where magic is common. With white hair, yellow eyes, and the mind of a modern man, Kyro struggles to adapt to a life he never asked for. Farmboy Mage is an isekai fantasy about rebirth, magic, and the life of starting over. It has Lore, World-building, and Unique Twists. Heavily Inspired to Mushoku Tensei, but MC is less perverted. (WARNING: THIS BOOK INCLUDES STUFF NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN! And some chapters are very lengthy, that's just the way I write.) If you like the story, and want to support my work, here's my Patreon: https://patreon.com/Raikiri_Sorcery?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

This story does not promise a perfect ending; it is about a life that is visible at every step of a world that does not give anyone the respect to live their life according to their own wishes. This story belongs to a time when people showed off royal lives, when people’s lives were in the hands of others, when people used to be puppets...this is a tale from that era… The story will be much more enjoyable to read; if the plot is written beforehand, the fun will be spoiled. So read it first, then believe.

Suo Ran’s life changes the day he’s assigned to protect a mysterious scroll one tied to his father’s death and a conspiracy powerful enough to erase lives. Cai Lang, cold and unreadable, should have been just another rival. Instead, he becomes the one person Suo Ran can’t stay away from… until betrayal shatters everything between them. Lian Ziho stands at his side through it all loyal, gentle, and hiding feelings he knows may never be returned. As secrets surface, memories are lost, and enemies close in, Suo Ran is forced to choose between love, truth, and survival. Because the scroll is more than an artifact. It is a curse tied to nine lives and Suo Ran may already be living his last.

{MATURE. DARK ROMANCE, MAFIA, YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT IN MAFIA! BLOOD, GORE, ASSUALT. THE ROMANCE ISN'T DARK BUT THE THEME IS DARK. BE WARNED!} His hand pressed flat against the door before I could pull it open, and the warmth of him at my back made every nerve in my body go completely still. "You are the mother of my child and you belong to me," he murmured against my ear, his voice so quiet that made me shiver, "and every breath you take on this island exists because I allow it." His hand moved from the door to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his with a gentleness that made me gulp. "So tell me, my beautiful wife — where exactly do you think you're going?" I had no answer and a knowing smile pulled on his lips. *** Elsie Miller’s simple life unravels the moment she discovers she is pregnant with no memory of how it happened. In a small town where reputation is worth more than truth, her parents choose to erase the scandal the only way they know how—by selling her to a man old enough to be her grandfather to settle a crushing debt she never knew they had. She had accepted her fate and was ready to endure the wedding, but before the vows could be spoken, the church doors burst open and Salvatore Vitale—the most feared Mafia Lord in the underworld, known only as The Saint—strode in, put a bullet in her groom’s head without breaking his stride, and told the priest to continue the ceremony. Then his dark eyes found hers across the blood-soaked aisle, and he spoke the words that rewrote her entire future. "I’ve been searching for you. Mother of my child." Taken to Salvatore’s private island, Elsie is thrust into a brutal empire built on blood oaths and ruthless power. To his enemies, The Saint is a whispered legend. To his empire, he is untouchable. But to Elsie, he is the stranger tied to a night she cannot remember, the father of her unborn child, and the dangerously possessive man who has claimed her as his own. Surrounded by those who see her as unworthy and a discarded fiancée who will stop at nothing to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, Elsie quickly learns that mercy does not exist in Salvatore’s world. Power is law, loyalty is enforced, and weakness is hunted without hesitation. force marriage Possessive mmc Captivity Pregnancy

The first book of "The Crimson Chronicles" trilogy. — In the heart of the vast Great Forest of Althea, the young fire mage Clei has spent a decade honing his powers. But as his magical strength reaches a critical bottleneck, he is driven to abandon the solitude of his woodland home—not only to uncover the truth behind his adoptive father's sudden disappearance, but to finally explore the vast, untamed world beyond the trees and step into the sprawling cities of the Kingdom of Pyraeth. What he finds is a world teetering on the brink of chaos. Two decades after the catastrophic Umbral Blight, the Human Realm is once again shadowed by doom. The Prophecy of the Black Moon has resurfaced, and a sinister cult is orchestrating a new plague. This malevolent force—the parasitic Umbral Phantoms responsible for turning millions into mindless Hollowed twenty years ago—has returned with a vengeance, threatening to plunge the world into eternal darkness. Facing terrifying monsters and the hatred of people who once rejected him, Clei must fight his way through a world falling into darkness. To survive, he needs to uncover the truth about his father's past, before the very curse that made him an outcast consumes him from the inside out. *** 2-3 chapters/day Author's Note: This is the very first book I wrote when I was younger, and to fully incorporate the lore of all my stories, I decided to pick this up along with two other books in the trilogy: The Empyrean Ascent Echoes in the Abyss

Numen’s death is only the beginning. Plucked from oblivion by Evelyn, a former human who ascended to impossible power through countless lives, stolen gifts, and accumulated divinity, Numen is hurled into the brutal Warhammer 40,000 universe as her newest source of entertainment. Most souls would shatter under the weight of such a fate. Numen bends instead. His memories are gone, but his instincts, adaptability, stubbornness, and sarcasm remain. He awakens in the underhive of an Imperial Hive World with no weapons, no allies, and no understanding of why a twisted System has marked him with the title “Monarch.” Weak and alone, Numen is forced to survive a labyrinth of gangs, Enforcers, ancient vaults, buried horrors, and powers far beyond anything he understands. His progression is driven by Exploits, dangerous or absurd feats that reward him with strange abilities, unwanted attention, and increasingly unsettling hints that his title is more than a joke. Darkly humorous and often cruelly observant, the System comments on Numen’s choices while reflecting Evelyn’s interference, amusement, and growing investment. What begins as cosmic entertainment slowly becomes something more complicated as Numen adapts to violence, makes allies, claims territory, and learns that survival in the underhive is never clean. Evelyn serves as patron, audience, tormentor, and possible future ally. Her fascination with Numen’s growth may be boredom, affection, manipulation, or something even she does not fully understand. Their relationship forms one of the central pillars of the story, balancing Numen’s sarcastic pragmatism and psychological resilience against his loneliness, moral uncertainty, and quiet horror at being watched by something powerful enough to call his suffering entertainment. As Numen rises from scavenger to leader, the “Monarch” designation begins to unfold. Ancient assets stir. Forgotten enemies take notice. Buried systems recognize him. The underhive becomes more than a prison; it becomes the first board in a game stretching far beyond one world. This story blends grimdark horror, underhive survival, absurd System progression, dark comedy, faction-building, and cosmic mystery. Numen’s journey is one of persistence, adaptation, identity, and power, as he struggles to decide whether he is a pawn in Evelyn’s endless diversion or the beginning of something the galaxy may one day fear. Disclaimer This is a non-commercial fan work created for entertainment purposes. I do not own Warhammer 40,000 or any related settings, factions, organizations, terminology, characters, locations, or concepts. Warhammer 40,000 and its associated intellectual property belong to Games Workshop Limited and their respective rights holders. This story is unofficial and is not endorsed by, sponsored by, approved by, or affiliated with Games Workshop Limited or any other rights holder. No challenge to ownership is intended. All original characters, original plot elements, and original narrative content not derived from existing intellectual property are my own creative work. This story is shared freely and is not intended for commercial use. AI Disclosure This fanfic is AI-assisted. I use AI tools heavily for brainstorming, drafting, rewriting, expanding scenes, polishing prose, and refining dialogue. However, the premise, story direction, character choices, chapter outlines, edits, continuity decisions, and final approval are guided by me. I started this story because I wanted to read the kind of fanfic I kept waiting for other people to update. Over time, AI tools became part of the writing process, helping me turn my ideas, prompts, outlines, and revisions into finished chapters. I still direct where the story goes, what stays, what changes, and what gets posted. In short: this is a non-commercial, AI-assisted fan project made for fun and shared with readers who enjoy the same kind of chaos.

A shadow slave x reader fic about a gn reader insert with a ice based divine aspect. Starting with their first nightmare going through the story of shadow slave. A first person story with a very flawed narrator. a repost from ao3 and wattpad because I was asked to

MAGICLAND is a fantasy world where diverse races, magic, technology, and fantastical creatures coexist. Its five continents are embroiled in conflict due to demonic influence, and after a century of peace, an ancient evil once again threatens the balance. The story unfolds primarily at the Arcanum Bellator Academy, a prestigious military and magical institution founded to train warriors capable of facing future demonic invasions. The protagonist is Phantsin Dawnfire, a 13-year-old orphan whose parents, renowned mage-knights, were killed by demons. Raised alongside his sister Flor by the noble Master Seamo, Phantsin lives with a dangerous secret: he possesses purple fire, a forbidden magic linked to the Void, the existence of which would mean his execution if discovered. At the academy, he is considered a prodigy and, at the same time, an outcast because of his age, his immense talent, and the fear his power inspires. While navigating rivalries, friendships, romances, betrayals, and investigations, her true challenge will be deciding whether to use her power to consume herself with vengeance or to protect those she loves and honor her parents' legacy. The story explores personal growth, the control of power, and the courage to choose the right path in the face of darkness.

In a world running rampant with evil spirits and demonic entities, the imperial court established the “Xuanqing Guards” to oversee the realm, eradicate treachery, and slay evil to uphold the righteous path. Shen Hao transmigrated into this world. It took him four years to climb from an ordinary foot soldier in the Xuanqing Guards to the rank of Small Banner Commander. However, given his complete lack of background and connections, taking another step up the ranks was virtually impossible. One day, he suddenly discovered a dragon residing within his body—the Ancestor of All Dragons, an entity that fed on the souls of the living and the spirits of immortals! Whenever he slew an enemy, this dragon would emerge, tempting him to devour the opponent’s soul, demonic core, or evil nucleus. Consequently, his cultivation base began to skyrocket at an insane pace. …… Shen Hao: “I was just solving cases… how did I become invincible?”

Every person is born different; all of creation has a hundred faces. Some are born foolish, some are born wise. Some are extraordinarily gifted, while others are hopelessly mediocre. Yi Beidou was born a demon. But he was lucky. He met his master, Hong Datong, who taught him the "Free Heart Technique." With 7 needles in his body for 20 years, he has finally been able to control himself. "For twenty years, I kept my head bowed and my nature restrained. Today, I can finally raise my eyes to see the world and truly be myself."

This novel contains a number of drawn stories and tales, hence the title, The Horror World. aapko kae sacche aur jhute khaniya milegi.

In the midst of the apocalypse, Chen Feng's ability is to communicate with the Abyss, and by means of power or some special sacrifices, he can summon demons from the Abyss to serve him. By chance, he travels back to the day when the apocalypse began...