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When the world fractured under the first aether eclipse, fragments of time began to bleed into one another. Now, in the skies above the fallen earth, the Astralis Academy trains a new generation of Chrono-Knights — warriors who bend the flow of time to defend what remains. Cael Drayen, a stoic prodigy haunted by his forgotten past, and Lyra Vance, a rebellious empath who can feel echoes of the future, find themselves drawn together by a fate neither can escape. As their memories intertwine and timelines begin to unravel, the line between dream and destiny blurs — and the truth behind the Eclipsed Horizon begins to surface. Romance, rivalry, and time-warping missions collide in this cinematic aetherpunk saga — a love letter to the golden age of fantasy RPGs, where emotion and spectacle share the same heartbeat. Inspired by the storytelling vision of the great Hironobu Sakaguchi. Discord channel here https://discord.gg/j7cyfskqQc Please copy and paste if its not clickable

2048—Neural implants are as ubiquitous as smartphones are today. Keshi Kagami (18) searches Tokyo for his closest childhood friend Runa, who disappeared without a trace four years earlier, believing she might still be out there on the Neural Net. This draws him into the crosshairs of Project Aeon, an unacknowledged counterterrorism / intelligence unit whose special agents—Aeons—can send their consciousness into the bodies of their targets. When a young Aeon named Emi is sent into Keshi by mistake, their souls merge—propelling them on a journey across space and time, reality and dreams. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Note from author: Think of my chapters as episodes, subchapters as scenes / sequences in an animated series. That's how I write them.

Twins tormented growing up in an orphanage find themselves in the same military school as Quinn Talen. Lana has protected her brother Dobin from bullies all her life with her Plant ability but must keep her true strength a secret while growing her team. With new friends and trying to decide if people really can be trusted, she fights to protect what's hers.

When the ruler of darkness is against entire world , how will he overcome the vastness of mighty heaven. Demon emperor Zhuo yifan will .........

CAUTION TABOO 18+ ..... Kenji Sato is the kind of man everyone looks down on. Ugly, weak, and bad at everything, he spends his days being the laughingstock of the office. Colleagues mock him, women ignore him, and life feels like a long, endless punishment. One day, something strange happens. By sheer accident, Kenji stumbles upon a mysterious power. He doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t control it, but it makes his heart race. For the first time in his life, he feels like fate might finally be giving him a chance. Not long after, he ends up trapped inside the office after hours. The doors lock, the lights flicker, and escape seems impossible. But he isn’t alone. With him is his boss—Ayaka Takahashi, a stunning older woman who always seemed far beyond his reach. A powerless loser yesterday. A mysterious gift today. And now, a long night alone with his beautiful boss.

Disclaimer All copyrighted content is the property of its respective owner(s). Welcome to previous readers who have read the Gamer Path series thus far. This would be No.5 of Gamer Path, starting with a new MC after the previous one. The story tells of this path that opens to the world of the Pokemon Adventures series. The danger is constant, always filled with those in power doing as they please. Unlike your usual Gamers, this one chose a hard challenge as he requested to have the bare minimum of a Gamer System like those in Pokemon Games 'MENU' and an Arc Phone. After all, for a game, it needs to be challenging. And what better challenge in becoming a Pokemon Trainer than to rely on their abilities... "I wanna be the very best like no one ever was... a Pokemon Master."

‎[Warning, this story contain's lots of sexual pleasure, between different couples, races and sex, caution is highly advised] The air was still, the sky a vast canvas of blue stretching endlessly above the quiet landscape. Whis, the angelic guide and mentor, hovered gracefully in mid-air, his usual playful demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic seriousness. His piercing eyes locked onto his student, Goku, who stood firmly on the ground below. ‎ ‎"Goku," Whis began, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made the Saiyan warrior pause. "Do you truly desire more power than what you already possess?" ‎ ‎Goku didn’t hesitate. His answer came almost instantly, fueled by the burning passion that had driven him his entire life. "Of course I want more power! I need to get even stronger!" His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his muscles tensing as if ready for battle. His face hardened with determination, his eyes meeting Whis’s gaze without flinching. ‎ ‎Whis chuckled softly, though there was no humor in it this time. "Oh my… Goku, this path will cost you greatly. Are you truly ready to ascend beyond Ultra Instinct?" ‎ ‎Goku’s resolve didn’t waver. "Yeah, I am. Come on, Whis— just tell me what I need to do to break through my limits!" He brought his hands together in a pleading gesture, his voice filled with urgency. ‎ ‎For a moment, silence hung between them. Then, Whis’s expression shifted. His usual playful tone vanished, replaced by something colder, darker. His staff—always at his side— disappeared in an instant. Before Goku could even react, Whis had moved, reappearing behind him in the blink of an eye. ‎ ‎"Listen carefully," Whis said, his voice now icy. "To grow stronger, you must let your desires consume you completely. You must… fuck as many people as you can. Their energy, combined with yours, will help you shatter your limits once again." ‎ ‎Goku’s eyes widened slightly. His face remained serious, but a flicker of hesitation crossed his mind. "What about Chi-Chi?" he asked, his fists still clenched. ‎ ‎Whis sighed. "Her energy is the reason you’ve come this far. But now… she can no longer produce the same power as before. She’s grown old, Goku. She’s given you two children. Her energy alone won’t be enough anymore." ‎ ‎Goku’s jaw tightened. He didn’t speak, but his mind raced with thoughts of his wife, his family. ‎ ‎Whis continued, his voice softening slightly, though the coldness remained. "New threats are coming to Earth, Goku. And I fear… Ultra Instinct won’t be enough to stop them. When that time comes, neither I nor Lord Beerus will be able to help you." ‎ ‎Goku took a deep breath. "I understand," he said finally. ‎ ‎Whis placed a gentle hand on Goku’s shoulder. "Don’t be angry. Don’t be sad. This is the only way. I’m sorry." ‎ ‎For a moment, Goku stood in silence. Then, suddenly, his expression changed. A wild grin spread across his face. "Are you kidding me? If Chi-Chi’s energy helped me get this far, then imagine the power I’ll have with a harem of my own!" ‎ ‎Without another word, Goku blasted off into the sky with explosive speed, the sheer force of his takeoff shaking the ground and sending tremors through the air. His house and the surrounding area trembled in his wake as he vanished into the distance, ready to embrace the dark and twisted path to ultimate power. ‎

I was sent to kill him. He was sent to kill me. Instead, we found each other at the same rooftop, blades drawn, and neither of us finished the job. Now the Family orders me to seduce the very same man: Lucius Ravelle—the untouchable king of the business underworld, and heir to the dynasty my bloodline betrayed. Decades ago, the Marchesis and Ravelles swore peace at a candlelit table. By dawn, a Ravelle heir was dead with a Marchesi blade in his throat. The truce shattered, the vendetta began, and the graves continued to fill. To the Family, I’m the perfect Marchesi heiress. Their obedient blade. A pawn dressed in velvet, meant to lure him in and bleed him dry. Yet, if I falter, I’m nothing. If I fail, I die. But Lucius isn’t a man who falls into traps… He builds them. The longer I play this game, the more I realize the truth: He isn’t my mark. He’s my obsession. And I… I am his. But between us lies a vendetta written in blood—and loving him may be the first and last mistake I ever make. --- EXPECT: • INFINITE RED FLAGS • Enemies-to-lovers slow burn • Very spicy smut • Mafia heiress × obsessive CEO/rival • Seduction-as-assassination schemes • Dark obsession and sharp banter

Riel, known as The Ghost, is a Remembrancer—a human cursed with the ability to steal and perceive the emotional residue of others. In the dystopian city of Kopel, where raw emotion is classified as dangerous waste, Riel's existence is solely dedicated to guarding the last piece of Pure Memory belonging to Elara, the woman he tragically destroyed years ago.

The world is fractured, shaped by shards of a shattered god—fragments of impossible power, glimpses of lost realities, and echoes of choice. Fifteen-year-old Law Kael bears the Echo Shard, a weapon that lets him strike as if he exists everywhere at once. Alone in a desert haunted by whispers that twist the living into mirror-eyed husks, Law must navigate a world where morality is fluid, consequences ripple across time, and survival is never guaranteed. Every decision could reshape reality itself—and some choices might cost more than life. Between Reflections is an epic saga of power, consequence, and the perilous path of a boy whose choices may shape all worlds.

The Onigashima War ends. Kaido falls. But the true legend is just waking up. Slumbering for more than thirty years beneath Onigashima, Caesar – elder brother to Kaido, the Users of Zoan type Fish fish Fruit Model : KunPeng, the figure who idolize by Big Mom and feared by young Whitebeard – explodes back into the world. He sees his brother defeat as weakness. The Sun God Nika? Just a passing dudes. Admiral Ryokugyu? An insect. A world-shaking roar erupts from the exploding center of Onigashima, a terrifying aura pierces the clouds, shockwaves tearing apart the sky! "KAIDO! My foolish little brother! You've finally been defeated!" "After sleeping for thirty years, I, Caesar! Will destroy this boring world, Borororo!" [AU: There's a slight difference from this fic and the original works, for example, Caesar and Linlin have four sons together: Perospero, Katakuri, Daifuku, and Oven. The others were adopted by Linlin and their age is 10 years younger]

He didn’t grow up with a real name. In the place he was raised, they didn’t bother with names at all. They just burned numbers onto kids, and his number was XI. That’s how people talked to him—like, “Number Eleven, do this,” “Number Eleven, stand there.” It wasn’t a life. It was just… existing. He spent most of his childhood underground. Cold stone floors, dim lamps, the same halls every day. He didn’t know anything about the outside world or why the people there were training him. He only knew that the shadows around him always felt strange, like they were watching him. One night, during some ritual he never understood, something unexpected happened. The shadows that were supposed to kill him didn’t. They moved toward him instead—like they recognized him. Like they’d been waiting for him. After that, he walked out of the fortress. No plan. No idea what to do. He picked the name Kael because he needed something normal to call himself. But the world outside isn’t simple. People stare at him. Some are scared of him. And the shadows that cling to him… he still doesn’t know how to control them, or if they’re even safe. Kael isn’t trying to be special or powerful. He just wants to understand who he is and where he belongs. Maybe he’s just a kid who was treated wrong his whole life. Or maybe he’s something else—something the people in that fortress were afraid to admit. Whatever the truth is, he knows one thing: He’s never going back to being a number again.

When a mysterious blackout sweeps through the city of Orvale, residents awaken to find fragments of their memories missing. Forensic psychologist Dr. Elara Voss is called to assist the police in decoding a string of bizarre murders — each victim found with a cryptic note written in their own handwriting: “Wake up.” But as Elara delves deeper, her own sense of time and self begins to distort. The city’s surveillance cameras flicker with impossible images — versions of her doing things she can’t remember. The case spirals into a mind-bending maze of consciousness, identity, and control. Everyone in Orvale has something to hide — but what if the biggest secret lies inside Elara’s own mind?

The Sorcerer Kingdom stands absolute, casting a shadow of eternal dominance over a terrified world, but behind the mask of the Supreme One, Satoru Suzuki is internally screaming. While the world trembles at his "ten-thousand-year plan," ancient Dragon Lords stir from slumber, rival Players from Yggdrasil emerge from the shadows with guild bases rivaling Nazarick’s own power, and Albedo’s secret kill-squad threatens to shatter the very loyalty that holds the guardians together. Forced to navigate a lethal game of 4D chess against cosmic threats and his own subordinates’ spiraling misunderstandings, Ainz must descend further into the role of a ruthless tyrant or risk exposing the terrified human soul beneath the bones. This is no longer a game of conquest; it is a war for survival where the only thing more dangerous than the enemies at the gates is the expectation of perfection from within the throne room. "Sasuga, Ainz-sama"—but can a salaryman truly become a God before the facade cracks?

One year after the flames of Arc 5 consumed the City of Water, Subaru Natsuki has found fragile peace. But peace, he's learned, is always temporary—a breath between storms, a moment stolen from fate's cruel design. When whispers reach Lugunica of a lawless region called Crimson Bay—a "blood city" where death has become entertainment and violence is currency—Subaru recognizes the signs: a new cult has risen from the ashes of the Witch Cult, more brutal and organized than anything he's faced before. The Cult of Crimson Bay is ruled by six mysterious Bishops, each embodying twisted emotions corrupted into weapons of control. They stage gladiatorial death matches, ritual executions, and games where survival is the only prize. Citizens live in terror. Hope has become another casualty in their arena of blood. But Crimson Bay holds a deeper secret: Makoto Sokuyami, a young teenager bearing scars of unimaginable torture and harboring a power that shouldn't exist—his own version of Return by Death. As Subaru and his friends descend into the nightmare of Crimson Bay, he must confront not just the cult's horrifying violence, but a mirror of himself: another person cursed with the burden of infinite death, shaped by suffering into something dark and unknowable. Two time-loopers. Two broken souls from the same distant world. Two opposing philosophies forged in blood and trauma. In a city where death is spectacle and resurrection is curse, Subaru will learn that some prices are paid not in single timelines, but across all of them—and that even Return by Death has limits that, once discovered, cannot be forgotten. In this alternate version of Subaru's world. Genre: Action, Horror, Psychological Thriller Rating: MA 15+ 16 Episodes of heartbreak, redemption, and the terrible weight of immortality. "How many times can you die before death becomes who you are?"

The Age of The second world war.. January 26th, Hiroshima 1945 Arthur Lynch is a man out of time, reporting on a war that feels increasingly hopeless from the streets of Hiroshima. His only escape is the bottom of a whiskey glass—until the night a chatty, overworked Grim Reaper crashes into his booth. The Reaper has a proposition: take over his cosmic, soul-ushering duties. In return, Arthur will be spared from the city's imminent and utter destruction, a cataclysm the Reaper has been anticipating for a century. The price? Arthur's own humanity. To earn his passage to an eternal paradise—a rebirth into a magical world—Arthur must first become the harvester of death for the very city he's been observing. As the clock ticks down to the blinding flash that will unmake thousands, Arthur is thrust into an impossible role: the witness, the survivor, and the reaper. This is the story of the cost of salvation, and the ghost he must become to live again. --- Author's Recommendation & Inspiration: This story blends the visceral, real-world tragedy of WWII with a unique supernatural system and the ultimate payoff of a fantasy rebirth. If you've ever wondered what kind of hell a character had to endure before becoming overpowered in a new world, this is the story for you. Author’s Note: This novel is a work of dark historical fantasy. The story is set in real-world 1945 Hiroshima and treats the atomic bombing as the apocalyptic, world-shattering tragedy it was in reality. Nothing in these pages celebrates or downplays that historical event or the suffering of real people..b

A place where everyday everyone got their lives in danger three heroes came to save them from the danger holding their own stories , one with sword , second with power and third with love. They all will bind every life that got in danger.

Don’t test urban legends to see if they’re true. Yes, they’re most likely just some stupid, fake tales, but why tempt fate? Seriously, don’t do it. Or you might never be able to go back. Xavier was just a normal guy. Until one day, he pressed the buttons in the hotel elevator following some urban legend in a drunken haze. And, what do you know, he actually ended up in a ghost realm. He was able to escape with his life… However, everything comes at a cost. He was CURSED, and now all sorts of supernatural creatures are trying to hunt him down. Could things get any better? Well, they COULD, as it turns out. Despite all their negative effects, curses can also be utilized by Xavier to defend himself against the creatures. It’s not perfect, of course, but… Perhaps it is time to collect some more curses. Unless he wants to surrender his life to supernatural beings, that is!

Sherlock had two things to do today. The first was to pay the water bill. The second was to kill someone. Given his tendency toward procrastination, always preferring to leave the difficult task until last. He decided to kill the person first. And so, in a narrow alley on a London street, Sherlock slowly stepped out of the shadows, carrying a head. Blood ran down the spine and dripped onto the ground, drip, drop. Good. The murderer has been dealt with. The next challenge: proving the murderer was the murderer.

From 2 A.M. hostage calls to awkward coffee breaks with vigilantes, every day brings a new kind of madness. But beneath the chaos, there’s a city worth protecting — and a man who still believes in doing the job right, even when the line between justice and survival gets thinner by the hour. A darkly funny, character-driven look at what it really means to serve and protect in Gotham — no capes required. If you like this work, you can check out my homepage!