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"When the Shan Hai Jing stops being a bedtime story and starts being the truth, something ancient and hungry wakes up in the dark under our feet. It’s got teeth from a time before God had a name, and it’s coming for us. Humankind won't be a civilization anymore; we’ll just be meat on the table." 山海经 不再是传说... 古牙 从地脉苏醒，吞噬人间！ Gruesome slaughters broke out all at once across the globe, a supernatural bloodbath with no earthly explanation. A shadowy outfit that’s been operating since the Song Dynasty finally dug up the truth—and it was a nightmare. Those things aren't bedtime stories anymore; they’re the 'beasts' from the Shan Hai Jing. They’re real, they’re awake, and they’re coming for us. It isn’t just about the hunger for human meat, either. They’re looking to wipe us off the map entirely. Or maybe—just maybe—it’s our own fault. Maybe we’ve spent so many centuries stacking up our own filth that it became a long-distance call to the dark. An invitation they couldn't refuse.

In a world torn by ambition and blood, six kingdoms teeter on the brink of war. Among them, Kaeldor stands as a fragile stronghold, its people caught between survival and conquest. Cairos Valen, a brilliant and calculating commander, is thrust into the heart of the chaos, where every choice bears the weight of life and death. With no magic or superpowers to aid him, Cairos must rely on intelligence, strategy, and the loyalty of his soldiers to defend his kingdom. Rivers will run red, alliances will shift like sand, and spies lurk in every shadow. From flanking cavalry and relentless zealots to secretive envoys and manipulative mercantile powers, the battlefield extends far beyond the sword. As Kaeldor’s defenses are tested, Cairos discovers that the true cost of war is not only in the lives lost but in the moral compromises required to survive. With enemies pressing from all sides, and allies whose loyalty is as fragile as the morning mist, he must navigate a deadly game of politics, strategy, and survival. Every decision carries consequences, every battle shapes history, and the fate of kingdoms rests in the hands of one man. Will he endure, or will the war consume everything he holds dear?

Lucian’s inner voice shrieked. WHAT KIND OF QUEST IS THAT?! But his body, obedient to the system, shifted—chin tilting, eyes half-lidded, voice dropping to a silky drawl. “Future husband,” he said, “would you mind helping me?” Adrian’s eyes widened—then hardened. “You dare to act like that?” He crossed the room in two strides and tore the bandages away. Pain exploded across Lucian’s shoulder. He bit back a cry, leaning forward against Adrian’s chest just to stay upright. “Be… be gentle,” he hissed. “Gentle?” Adrian’s tone was cold amusement. “I’ll show you what gentle means.” You demon, Daniel screamed inwardly. You absolute beautiful demon. The system whispered smugly, For character development, Host. Adrian called for the maid. She entered, gasped at the scene—half-dressed Lucian, bloodied and pale, Adrian looming over him—and nearly tripped over her own feet.

Married to a feared Lord of Sin, a witch must survive his hunger and unravel the truth about his power and her own destiny. Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel

When gods and Asuras move their war to Earth, humanity awakens. Aarav Sharma, a college student from Haridwar, awakens S-Rank Lightning—but that is only what the world sees. Ancient families plot, Asuras corrupt reality, and fragments of a divine Trishul begin to resonate with his soul. As Earth becomes the battlefield of Dharma and Adharma, one boy’s awakening may decide the fate of time itself. Please reader share your thoughts and let me now if I'm wrong and make it more interesting. I'm open for comments.

In the kingdom of Velisandria, where the streets at night are roamed by creatures of bloodlust, Elise Whitefield knows nothing beyond obedience: protect the realm, slay the night, and guard the borders of Duskmoore where the dark forest hungers just beyond. Forged in the cold fire of duty, her heart has been a locked casket since girlhood, belonging only to duty and to her ruthless father who molded her into his flawless marionette. To the world, she is a sculpture of perfection, feeling nothing, wanting nothing—at least, on the surface. But when the reclusive Duke Evander Ravencourt enters her life, her heart begins to waver. Where she is ice, he is the flame of a candle in a sepulchre. Charismatic, devastatingly beautiful, and shrouded in mystery, the Duke's courtship is a slow-burning fire that threatens to melt her perpetual winter. Now, Elise must choose between the oppressive, yet comfortable order that shaped her identity and a love that promises a warmth both terrifyingly foreign… yet hauntingly familiar? And so begins another life. Another fleeting story. And the same vow across lifetimes. What to expect: - Gothic fantasy with feudalistic politics and violent action - Aristocratic family drama and healing from generational trauma - Slow-burn, sappy romance with dramatic, mutual yearning Cover art by: me

Olivia Henderson, a 55-year-old overweight otaku and retired military commander, only wanted to buy groceries. Instead, she died. But death was not the end. When Olivia awakens in a new timeline, reborn as a noble child in Renaissance-era Sardinia she quickly realizes her survival was never an accident. It was an invitation. A summons. Stripped of her body, her age, and her place in the world, olivia must survive in a brutal society ruled by corrupt nobles, predatory clergy, and unseen forces that shape history from the shadows. Armed only with her memories, military instincts, a terrifying bloodline and magic that bends space itself, she begins to uncover a truth far worse than death: The universe is watching her. And it expects her to become something. Something that was never human. ___________________________________ WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

[Warning: Mature Content] On the night of a blood moon, one would advise refraining from bleeding, for the blood that touches the light of the blood moon will evoke a celestial lunar being. Who is this celestial lunar being, you ask? Well, it is, of course, a goddess. The Moon Goddess. That night, the heavens and the earth are closest to each other; so close that a mere mortal could speak to a lord of the heavens and likewise. As such, if you bleed under the crimson moon, the moon goddess will descend to the earth, barefoot. Her steps are quiet, but her presence, just as overwhelming. The night dragonflies welcome her approach, singing songs and ballads of her greatness. When she finally stops before the bleeding mortal, she wonders, "Who dares to bleed on such an auspicious occasion?" Maybe she will pity you that you are dying. So, she will ask you for your one last wish. However, it is up to her if she should grant it or simply reject it, turning you into a vengeful ghost that knows no rest for eternity to come. That is the story Haneul has heard all his life. Yet, he lay there, his last breath almost giving up on him. The moon goddess was before him now. Then he wondered, wasn't this lunar being supposed to be a goddess? Why did she sound like a man? Ah, perhaps, it was a god, after all. So, he asked for his last wish. To undo the previous sins so he would suffer less when he was reborn, to prevent karma from repeating itself. Hold on...where is the part when a tree would branch out of his chest and let the color of the blossoms decide his fate? Haneul snapped open his eyes. What a strange dream it was... But, why did it feel so real? Who was that god? What is a crimson blossom? Why did he know this story that he had never heard before? Maybe.... he did. Maybe.... he's in his past life where he had sinned? Haneul wouldn't know because now, in this life... His name was Hwa Miye, the flower princess, hiding a dark secret under those luxurious garments.

Karl Wagner is a disgruntled middle-aged instructor at the Bundeswehr Command and Staff College. He finds himself concerned about the direction in which the German nation is headed just as he is killed in a terrorist attack. Only to awaken and find himself reborn as an infant, Bruno von Zehntner, the youngest son of a noble family renowned for its part in the German war industry a few years after the founding of the German Empire. Bruno, as he is now known, desires to rewrite history and ensure the German Empire emerges victorious in the coming century. And in doing so, finds himself entrenched in a world filled with Blood and Iron!

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

In the mist before GENESIS, Fate and Chance and Others cast tolls upon their names, while the chalice did burn and churn whose crown should be. And he that won strode through the mist unto YOD-VAV-HEH and cried: “Lo, wake upon the mist and create the heavens and the earth and make gods for me, for I have won over the crown and thy mist is mine to rule.” And so as the cry was heard Fate and Chance and Others bowed, But whether it was Fate or Chance or Another that won the cast of the tolls before GENESIS—none-knoweth. .............................................................. Welcome to Gods of Pangaeos. ​This work is a reimagining of the creation myth, written as a stylistic marriage between the liturgical structure of Genesis and the high-fantasy, rhythmic prose of Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. ​In this world, the Creator is a sleeper, and the world we know is merely a "Game" played by smaller, whimsical deities during His slumber. You will find echoes of our own earth’s deep past—Pangaea, Panthalassa, and Gondwana—woven into a tapestry of myth and "The Word." ​A Note on Style: The text uses archaic phrasing and repetitive structures to mimic ancient holy books. If the gods seem cruel or indifferent, remember: to them, we are but the pieces on a board. ​I hope you enjoy the "Game." ​Art Disclaimer ​Cover Illustration: "MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI" by Sidney Sime (1906). ​ ​Note on the Artwork: The illustration used for this cover is a masterpiece by Sidney Sime, originally created for Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. As this artwork was published over 100 years ago, it resides in the Public Domain. ​While the image originally depicted the deity Mana-Yood-Sushai, it has been chosen for this work to represent the Great Stillness of YOD-VAV-HEH. I use this art as a tribute to the golden age of mythic illustration that inspired the tone of Gods of Pangaeos.

(A novel based and set in the Deepwoken world) A calm world. A busy world. A tranquil world. A ruthless world. All of those adjectives can be used to describe the world of deepwoken. An everchanging setting, shifting and flowing with the tides, sinking ever so slightly deeper into the depths… All Quies wanted to do was go fishing, like every other day he’s spent living alone since he fled Etris. An unexpected encounter awakens something that had been planted within him for years. The Song, a vast and powerful force synonymous with fate, is the creator and facilitator of everything in the world. Quies had been gifted a forbidden power by the Song, and is struggling to come to terms with his newfound circumstances. He travels throughout the region with a mentor of sorts who helps guide him along the path to resonance, where one embraces the Song within themselves fully. However, unexpected events make him doubt whether this path was truly what he wanted.

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

Shen Yueyin has lived countless lives, each one ending in the same nightmare: Heaven demanding she kill him, Yin Beichen, the man who will become the Devil Lord, the harbinger of destruction. Every death, every life, has honed her skills, but never her heart. Each time she lifts her blade, she trembles, not from fear, but from the impossible pull she feels toward him. Heaven watches. It manipulates. It punishes. Immortals, mortals, and divine assassins stand in her path, yet none can stop the inevitable collision of fate and desire. Yin Beichen is dangerous, terrifying, and merciless, but beneath the darkness, he is achingly human, fragile, and magnetic, and every stolen moment between them twists Yueyin’s resolve until she cannot tell duty from longing. In a world poised on the edge of ruin, she must decide: obey Heaven and watch the man she cannot stop loving die, or defy prophecy, risk everything, and ignite a war between gods and mortals. Some love is rebellion. Some hearts refuse to burn, even if the world catches fire

In Kaliyug, Rudra dies defending innocents—alone, betrayed, but unbroken. In death, he stands before Shiva and Parvati… and learns the truth. He was never merely human. Chosen to descend into the Mahabharata era, Rudra is reborn as the Crown Prince of an ancient dynasty, carrying within him the Dharma-Karma Chronicle System—a divine mechanism that does not reward mercy alone, but balance, dominance, and consequence. This is not a story of hesitation. This is the chronicle of a man who will: • Rewrite dharma without apology • Break adharma before it matures • Turn Karna into a rival, Arjuna into a benchmark, and Krishna into a witness • Reshape the Mahabharata long before the dice are cast Overpowered. Strategic. Charismatic. Loved by allies, feared by enemies. This is not the Mahabharata you know. This is the one that happens when karma starts keeping accounts early.

Olivia Carter, a 16-year-old-girl who has been unlucky all her life, is forced to marry the fearsome Duke of Forest to save her family from ruin. A wedding without a groom, a marriage from which nothing is expected will end up surprising the ducal couple. A love filled with passion, lust, and full of amusing misunderstandings is about to begin.

In a quiet world bound by tradition and unspoken fears, Asoka lives an ordinary life shaped by caution, routine, and fragments of a past she does not fully remember. Yet beneath her calm exterior lies a mind that drifts—toward questions no one around her dares to ask, and toward a presence she does not yet understand. When subtle disturbances begin to surface—unfamiliar voices, forgotten places, memories that feel older than her own—Asoka finds herself drawn toward truths buried beneath ash and silence. Her path soon crosses with Vaelric, a man cloaked in restraint and secrets, whose gaze carries something inhuman, something ancient. And somehow, He knows her. As the line between memory and destiny begins to blur, Asoka is forced to confront a past that was not simply lost—but taken. Powers long dormant stir, emotions deepen beyond reason, and the world she trusts slowly reveals its cracks. What begins as curiosity turns into a dangerous unraveling, where love, fear, and control intertwine. In a realm where gods do not announce themselves, and memories burn before they are forgotten, Asoka must decide whether to remain untouched by the truth—or awaken to what she was always meant to be. _____________ "Because what burns is not always lost. Sometimes— remember" _____________

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

Dasha Bullock is an ordinary teenage girl that will do all she can to escape for being kidnapped by cannibal men ─yes! A person who eats human. Her boyfriend, Alex Dreyar promised to before she went on a trip to wait for her on the cliff where they usually meet every 4o'clock afternoon, he believed that she will return in that place alive. Despite that, she cannot run and saw daily grief and misery. One person urge herself to be alive and free. She cries and their plan, together with other survivor victims we're set well. None saw their sorrow nor triumph except the sunset. Cover: Pinterest Please do tell if there's grammar mistake.

Elara has it all: a doting husband, a beautiful daughter, and a life of luxury free from worries. From the outside, her existence is flawless—like a pristine string of pearls. A beautiful gilded cage. But the foundation of her perfect life shatters at a charity gala. There, she comes face to face with Kael, her passionate ex-lover from the past who left an unfinished story between them. Their reunion is fraught with awkwardness and unspoken tension. They are both married, building an invisible wall between them. Yet, the real shock comes when David, Elara's husband, arrives to pick her up. And the loyal man waiting for her at home is, in fact, Kael's best friend. Kael has known all along. He knew Elara was his best friend's wife. And Elara realizes she never truly forgot the man from her past. With fate orchestrating more chance encounters, their forbidden connection becomes inevitable. Every meeting is a whisper from the past, a temptation of a life she could have had. Standing at the crossroads of duty and desire, of a safe life and an intoxicating love, what choice will Elara make? Will she remain in her comfortable gilded cage, or will she find the courage to pick up the shattered pieces of her life and chase her true happiness? A steamy, emotional forbidden romance about second chances, secrets, and the courage to choose yourself.