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Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 227.6k Views

Umbural

Umburals Dark Fantasy • Sci-Fi Horror • Psychological Thriller In the year 2097, Earth was no longer stable. Its orbit had begun to decay slowly, silently, dragged by the weakening gravitational tether to a massive, hidden planet that had circled the solar system for millennia. Scientists called it a phantom world, only visible during rare solar eclipses when its silhouette shimmered against the sun. Slightly bigger than Jupiter, its atmosphere resembled Earth’s, but its gravity was stronger, its terrain fractured into three colossal regions of jagged mountains, deep valleys, and broken lands. When a meteoroid threatened to shatter Earth’s crust, humanity launched its final exodus. Hyper-jump technology was still experimental, but there was no time left. Out of the estimated 9.2 billion survivors, only 5.4 billion made it through the jump. The rest were lost burned in the atmosphere, scattered across space, or left behind. They were ripped and pulled on to the phantom planet. The locals were already watching. Umburals humanoid beings with elfin features, black eyes with white pupils, and bodies capable of reshaping flesh, bone, and blood they had evolved far beyond human understanding. Their cities shimmered with advanced magical technology: floating spires, crystalline data cores, and energy-forged weapons. Their society was ancient, structured, and deeply spiritual. They did not hunt the humans. They welcomed them. At first. The Umbural governors offered shelter, medicine, and integration. They taught humans how to survive the gravity, how to adapt their tech, how to breathe in a world that pulsed with arcane energy. But not all Umburals were the same. Beyond the central cities, other clans existed wilder, stranger, shaped by different philosophies and powers. Some were territorial. Others were curious. A few were quietly hostile. And then came the conflict. Humanity, fractured and desperate, began to push back. They didn’t like the Umbural hierarchy. They didn’t trust the magic. They wanted control. Mankind’s old hunger to dominate, to lead, to reshape the world in its image resurfaced. Tensions rose. Trade broke. Skirmishes flared. Umbural governors demanded for peace, but the damage was done. Some humans began weaponizing Umbural tech. Others tried to claim land from the outer clans. The planet, already unstable from Earth’s gravitational collapse, began to react. Now, the world teeters on the edge of a new war. Umburals walk among humans. Humans build weapons to match Umbural biomass. The three fractured regions of the planet each ruled by different forces are stirring. And deep beneath the surface, something ancient begins to awaken. This is not a story of invasion. It’s a story of survival, betrayal, and the cost of coexistence. Welcome to Diamond.
KurayamiIzanami · 8k Views

Gates Guilt: Resurrection

The era of the sun is a dead memory. Humanity's sprawling kingdoms have fallen, and the last remnants of civilization are buried alive. Trapped within a decaying, subterranean iron bunker known as the Sanctuary, the few survivors of an apocalyptic extinction cling to a grim existence. Outside the walls lies an unforgiving abyss of monsters and black miasma; inside, the reality is just as terrifying. Under the iron-fisted rule of Chief Murad Xie, the Sanctuary survives through a horrifying arithmetic. Compassion is a forgotten language, and the weak are literally consumed to keep the strong alive. Eleven-year-old Akira and his mother, Syuri, are the last sparks of hope in this sterile tomb. While the rest of humanity has surrendered to the ruthless, blood-soaked laws of their cage, Syuri preaches of a forgotten world above—a place of blue skies and green earth. Her dreams earn her the title of a madwoman from the starving crowds, but Akira fiercely protects his innocence, clinging to her teachings in a society that demands cruelty. But innocence is a death sentence at the end of the world. As resources run dry and the shadow of starvation threatens to snap the Sanctuary's fragile peace, an elite soldier named Klein takes Akira under his wing. Knowing the brutal truth of their decaying sanctuary, Klein drags the boy into the pitch-black outskirts of the gates. Through agonizing, bone-breaking training, he seeks to strip away the boy's naive hopes and forge him into a weapon capable of surviving the nightmare to come. As the last embers of human civilization threaten to burn out forever, Akira stands at a crossroads. He must decide whether to surrender to the savage reality of humanity's final cage, or bleed to prove that his mother’s beautiful world still exists in the dark.
Gatesguilt · 17.8k Views

The Dao of Thread and Root

#Read the Prologue!!! [CONTENT WARNING: This work is intended for an adult audience (18+). Contains explicit sexual content, visceral violence, amorality, and dark psychological dynamics.] MAIN TAGS: #DualCultivation #Smut #DarkFantasy #Yandere #Harem #OverpoweredProtagonist #Violence #ObsessiveRomance #WorldBuilding SYNOPSIS: In a forgotten mortal village, an orphan carries in his eyes a wisdom that does not belong to this world. Beside him, his childhood wife guards a love so deep and twisted it borders on obsession. When the rhythm of the universe reveals itself to Zhì Yuǎn, the couple discovers that transcendence is not achieved by meditating atop a solitary mountain. Their path is paved with Dual Cultivation. As his overwhelming Yang and her pure Yin intertwine, they forge a method of their own and break the chains of the mortal world. What begins as a quiet, claustrophobic refuge in a bamboo grove soon transforms into an unrelenting climb toward divinity. When Zhì Yuǎn awakens a Singularity—an infinite inner universe, eternally hungry for energy and the Laws of reality—his wife Yù Qíng’s body reaches its limit. Driven by a sickening devotion, she decides that if she cannot sate her “god’s” hunger alone, she herself will corrupt the world—starting with her own sister—to forge the perfect vessels for him. To fill an empty universe, morality is the first sacrifice. --- WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THIS WORK (SPOILER): · Dual Cultivation as a Magic System: The explicit content (Smut) is not mere fan service. Sex, lust, pain, and physical exhaustion are the backbone of the magical progression. Visceral intimacy is the only way to withstand the overwhelming energy of the Universe’s Laws. · The Yandere’s Evolution: Yù Qíng is not a conventional heroine. Her absolute devotion to her husband creates a completely distorted moral compass. The introduction of the harem does not happen by chance or through betrayal; it is actively orchestrated and manipulated by the wife herself to “feed” her husband. · Unfathomable and OP Protagonist: Zhì Yuǎn possesses an absurd conceptual advantage. Though the story begins contained, the scale of his power soon reaches levels where he is treated as an untouchable deity by the mortals around him. · Dark Fantasy and Raw Violence: When the trinity (the god‑husband, the priestess‑wife, and the executioner‑sister‑in‑law) clashes with the outside world, expect brutal resolutions. Bones are shattered, the arrogant are publicly humiliated, and blood paints the path. · Increasing Pace (Slow Burn Initially): The first ~30 chapters build the world and the relationship in a closed, intimate fashion, like a cocoon, before the true hunger of the inner universe shatters the walls and thrusts the characters into the vastness of the mortal world—and, in the future, the Immortal World. ---
Liivee · 111.5k Views

Beauty and the Thief [BL]

Tao Hua's life is fucking miserable, and that misery somehow earns him the title of "Village Disgrace." In order to cope with the awful treatment, he often retreats into words untold, dictated by the flip of a page. These worlds leave him with the dream of escaping this piece of shit town. To his utter dismay, his wish comes true, but not in the way all those fairytales promised. His saviour is a man he becomes enthralled with and whom he names “Lord No-Name.” This male lead is a touchy man with many faces. And for lack of a better word, Tao Hua can’t decide if he’s either the story’s love interest or villain. But the two share a common sentiment. This prince, alike Tao Hua, is also fucking miserable. But arguably worse! And instead of coping like a normal fucking person, he does the opposite. He doesn't escape. He doesn't cope. He just tries to fight against the already fated truth of his demise. 0/10, worst prince ever written. Misery aside, this fateful encounter will force Tao Hua to make a choice, leaving him with only one question: "What was one mean-spirited beast to a town of people who despise a beauty's entire existence?" ──── ୨୧ ──── Beauty and the Thief is a slow-burn, stop to smell the roses, type of novel. That being said, the roses are beautiful, and upon closer observation they’re less floral than once thought. It follows the POV of Tao Hua, as he tries to navigate his new life in a place that actually values him, and the prince of this story’s mood swings. ──── ୨୧ ──── !!!!Disclaimer!!!! EXTREMELY SLOW PACED! Character driven, before plot! This story borrows the premise of Beauty and the Beast, by Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont, relying heavily on the trope while also twisting it to smithereens. The beast element is exchanged for a power dynamic, and the curse differs from the original story. The narration borders on sarcastic and self-aware, while also targeting deeper topics. It often breaks the fourth wall as a stylistic choice. A lot of the work will be edited over time, but the bones will remain the same. ──── ୨୧ ──── CREDIT!! Cover Art by @Sayoto (VGen) Illustrations by me (@meowssey) and zaza (@zazhah) (Both commissioned artists are amazing to work with and I highly recommend their work!)
Meowssey · 37.2k Views