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—WSA 2025 Entry— Discord: https://discord.gg/7N5QvP6naW Melissa, a common salary woman, now Lillian Ker Arius, an extra she had never heard of, has to survive in a world based on a Otome RPG game she played before meeting her untimely end. Finally, being able to meet a character she admired for so long due to their uptight, strict, but gentle personality, how will she fair when she finds out that this character she admires so much is secretly a yandere underneath all her coldness?

Tuesday had always felt ordinary for Elara. Until one night, at exactly 23:59, she watched herself die. And when her eyes opened again she was back in the same Tuesday morning. The day repeated. And repeated. And repeated. In every version of that Tuesday, Elara found a different death: drowning, burning, crashing, losing breath in the dark. She tried hundreds of ways to survive. But 23:59 always came, and she always died. Everyone acted as if it were a normal day. No one was aware. Except one person. Aiden Vale. The quiet man who worked on the eighth floor, who suddenly looked at Elara as if he already knew what would happen. Sometimes he remembered Elara. Sometimes he forgot. Sometimes he knew he was in a loop. Sometimes he returned to being a stranger. And the deeper Elara went into the hundreds of versions of Tuesday, she realized one thing: This loop was not happening naturally. Someone created it. And that person was Aiden. But Aiden himself was trapped by something that shattered his memories every time Tuesday restarted. To escape the loop, Elara had to uncover the truth: about the contract she once signed, about the death that never ended, and about the man who kept losing himself every time Tuesday ended. But when love began to grow between them. Elara had to choose: Free Aiden, and destroy the world she knows… or remain trapped in a Tuesday that never dies.

The Night Oracle never lies— so when she declared that the Shadowborn Princes were destined for me, the entire kingdom fell silent. Because destiny was never supposed to choose me. Not when my sister Seraphine exists. Seraphine, the golden daughter of the realm. Seraphine, the blessed one everyone adored. Seraphine, who hid a wicked tongue behind her perfect smile. And me? Lyria, the overlooked sister. The mistake. The girl born with a cracked spirit mark and eyes that frightened even the priests. The three Shadowborn Princes— Raven, Draven and Malek— despise my very existence. I feel it every time their shadows brush against my skin, every time the bond pulls tight and forces us into the same space. They hate me. They want me. And they can’t decide which urge is stronger. I should run. I tried to run. But the bond is a chain made of fate and fire, dragging me back into their dangerous world of shadow-magic, forbidden heat and suffocating desire. And when the truth about Seraphine comes out— the lies, the manipulation, the spell she placed on them— everything changes. The princes who once hated me now crave me desperately, violently, obsessively. But they’re too late. Because I’m no longer the soft girl they ignored. I’ve been shattered and rebuilt by the same hands that pushed me into the darkness. Now that I’ve risen, I won’t be their puppet. I won’t be anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We chose you, Lyria… we always did.” Malek’s voice trembled, his hand ghosting up my thigh as if he feared I’d vanish. “We were blind. We let her twist us. We let her twist you. Let us make it right.” Raven’s lips touched the shell of my ear, slow and sinful. Draven’s fingers slipped under my shirt, grazing my skin like he owned it. My breath hitched— but my heart stayed frozen. My eyes dropped to Raven’s mouth. Full. Tempting. But they had kissed Seraphine. All three of them had. I don’t touch what’s already been used. “No.” My voice cut through the heat choking the air. “I’m done. Go back to Seraphine. She deserves you more than I ever did.” Raven’s growl rumbled through my spine as he pressed himself against me, dark and furious. “I’ll raze kingdoms, Lyria. I’ll tear down the Oracle’s temple stone by stone if that’s what it takes to bring you back to us.” “Do that, then,” I whispered, pushing their hands away. “Come find me after the world is ash.” I stepped off the table, leaving them stunned, breathless, burning. Their eyes followed me like shadows desperate for their master. But I didn’t look back. They created this version of me. The creature who no longer kneels. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains dark themes, explicit scenes, manipulation, violence, intense obsession and mature content. Reader discretion advised.

She is wheelchair-bound, blind, and in the terminal stages of Oripathy. Yet the world calls her many names: Kasimir’s wanted criminal, Kjerag’s saint, Victoria’s shield, Rhine’s acting governor, Agor’s honored guest, Iberia’s future saint. Across Terra, she is known as the White Moonlight. Her name is Noah Guillerette!. And her story is only beginning.

On the night Cidolfus Lynvern was born, the Red Moon turned the sky into blood and monsters crawled out of the earth. He entered the world with no magic, no aura—a living curse feared even by the gods. Twelve years later, a Northern army wipes out his home. Cid escapes into the deadly White Desert with his little sister, Emily, surviving a year and a half of monsters, starvation, and death. He kills beasts far above his level, slays a black wyvern as a child, and bonds with Clain, a mysterious soul weapon whose spirit speaks to him in dreams. The Shadow of Creation final But to save Emily’s future, Cid makes the strongest choice of his life— he sends her away, breaking his own heart so she can live. Now alone, he becomes a hunter feared by monsters and kingdoms alike. He rises from A-Rank to S-Rank and finally becomes the first NT-Rank in Alfrey’s history. Even kings begin searching for him. His fate changes again when he meets Fenrona, a wolf-eared princess cursed by Fenrir, and later Sith, a 10-year-old girl from the dawn of time—daughter of Zeus, hunted by Time itself. Alongside Arthur of Camelot and Merly, they become a group the world will one day fear and worship: The Cursed Children. Monsters, kingdoms, gods, and fate itself hunt them… But Cid was born under a bleeding moon for a reason..

He won her in a bidding war. She expected chains. Instead, he offered chaos, and something dangerously close to freedom. Anastasia was raised in the temple, carved from childhood with sacred runes. Each one a blood-soaked tribute to the gods she never chose. A weapon. A symbol. A prize passed from hand to hand. A body to be used and sold. When the temples auction her off, she’s prepared to survive whatever comes next. She’s not prepared for him. Malvor, the God of Chaos, is all smirks and swagger, crowned in mischief and dressed like temptation itself. But beneath the theatrics is a man hiding his own scars. Some emotional, some eternal. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants fire. Challenge. Her. And Anastasia? She’s done playing the part of the willing doll. She’s dangerous, defiant, and not afraid to bite the hand that tries to claim her. Now, caught in a realm where illusions have teeth and gods play games with mortal lives, the only thing more reckless than trusting Malvor… is falling for him. This isn’t a love story. It’s healing wrapped in heat. It’s trauma, chaos, and slow, aching desire. It starts with a woman who was never meant to survive. But did. And came back sharper.

In the remote village of Filora, where time peels away like cracked paint and souls linger as if they never truly died, lives Ronwa—a seven-year-old girl bearing features that don’t belong to the living world. With eyes shimmering with sorrow and endless questions, her journey begins when the ghost of her deceased twin visits her to reveal a truth long ignored by the heavens: she is the Princess of the Seven Keys… and a mirror for the spirits. But the keys are more than symbols. They are fractured souls, torn between who they were and who they wished to be. Each spirit forces Ronwa to confront a different facet of existence: a man longing for oblivion more than life, a musician crushed under cruelty, a child frozen in the moment of death, and a genius who sees humans as broken toys. With every encounter, Ronwa’s innocence shatters bit by bit, and she learns that death is not an end, but an unanswered question. Philosophy seeps into her childish mind: What meaning remains if everything must perish? And are wishes worth the souls lost to attain them? With every key, she inches closer to a wish she does not yet understand, while the boundaries between good and evil, truth and illusion, life and death blur. Ronwa is not a heroine—she is a mirror. And what others see in her… is themselves.

When an unusually analytical and unnervingly cheerful Ghost named Guilty Spark awakens for the first time, its search for a worthy Guardian leads to the resurrection of Weiss, a young Human with no memory and a talent for trouble. But Weiss’ return immediately draws hostile attention, forcing the newly bonded pair to navigate ancient ruins, rising threats, and the mysteries of her forgotten past. Tale of a Guardian follows a resurrected warrior and the strangest Ghost in the system as they learn to survive each other—and the dangers of a changed universe. Original Story by myself

The Dance of the Dragons. An age scarred by blood, ambition, and political strife. As Westeros tended toward chaos, the Targaryens’ once-unshakeable legacy reached its breaking point. Born to King Viserys I and Queen Alicent, Baelon Targaryen found himself in a life that he could not control. Night after night, he is haunted by recurring Dragon Dreams. Visions of what was, might have been, and may yet come. Burdened by his fear of the future, he, along with his twin sister Helaena, try to find their way out of the chaos. But where can a Targaryen truly escape? Essos? Asshai? The wilderness of Sothoryos? And even if they flee, can they truly ever outrun what had been foreseen in their dreams? This is an AU of the Dance, with several major changes: • The addition of Baelon Targaryen, twin to Helaena. • Dragon Dreams may be shared between two dreamers deeply bonded by blood and spirit. • Visions may include alternate timelines/parallel worlds Baelon is not reincarnated; all knowledge he possesses is gained through experience or through his dreams. The story is loosely inspired by HoTD: Reincarnated as Daemon Targaryen’s Son, though it follows its own path. Also, I need to emphasise, my MC will not become king. This is simply the story of a young boy trying to escape what would have been a life marred by death, betrayal and conflict. All he wants is to become stronger, so he can protect himself and his sister. Follow on Patreon for advanced chapters.

"Ah, why..are you here?" The thug exclaimed with a pale face. At a distance, there was a young man with high level gear, or was it? 'I can't go everywhere with these rags still on....' "Hey you got—" "Curses! Gaia the Cold Metal is here!!!" "...?" Ah he knows me? But why tell everyone? Now everyone would want an autograph... "Sh-Shit!!!" "Oooh" Clapping my hands, I spoke to the man who screamed like a little girl. "Nice pitch there, maybe you should get in an opera? I can recommend yo—" "Hieeee!!!!!" 'Ah, he left. guess they don't want an autograph....' Gaia the Cold Metal. The youngest Archamage and possibly one of the strongest. But reality knew other...facts. 'Damn it! his mana is so high, it's practically bottomless!' No, while he does have a lot of mana. Gaia the Cold Metal could not use any spells. 'I'm barely able to handle the pressure...and I am a 6th circle mage!!!' Again, no. Gaia the Cold Metal simply stumbled upon a legendary artifact that gave this affect around him. "Run! Before Gaia the Cold Metal kills us!!!" And once again. His name isn't 'Gaia' It is— "Naphel Kruz. That is my name, not Gaia or whatever" Looking up. I saw that there was no one there. "Guess deeper it is. Since I am not finding that gang or organisation yet" I walked deeper into the alleyway, yawning ever so slightly.

She was born of moonlight. He was forged to protect her... In the Lycan city of Vargorath, Lara’s life changes forever when Thornak, the Lycan King, discovers her fighting off rogues in his forest. She is his fated mate, but she doesn’t feel the bond, for she has no wolf… As ancient forces awaken and a dark sorcerer rises, whispers of a forgotten bloodline begin to stir. Lara is the lost heir of the Moonguard, bearer of the moonfire, and bound by blood to the Starborn king. The fate of the realms rests in her hands. She is more than she knows. And the world is not ready for what she will become.

Global changes have occurred, the world has turned into a game, and strange monsters are raging all over the world. To become stronger and to resist disasters. Everyone is changing classes and moving up their ranks like crazy. Some people become wizards in their first transformation, while others become professional thunder warriors in their second transformation. But Ling Zhan did the opposite. First, he chose a non-professional class and added the blue bar to all attribute points. “It's crazy. I don't have a class. All I have are low-level skills before I change classes. How can I fight in the later stages? What's the use of the blue bars? It can't increase combat effectiveness. It's really funny...” However, when the battle occurs, Level 3 Thunder Warrior: “I'm shocked, non-professionals are so strong?” A certain third-level Elf Queen: “Infinite blue bars, invincible in one-on-one combat, No. 1 in team battles, how can we fight like this?”

A man who once lost his family in a tragic accident spent the rest of his life consumed by overwork, desperate to prove his worth to a world that never cared. His struggle ended in exhaustion and an early grave. But death was not the end. Given a second chance in a parallel world, he devoted decades to research, seeking the key to crossing into other realms. Yet even with knowledge, power, and fame, his life ended as before—isolated, unsatisfied, and weary of endless labor. Now, fate offers him one final path. In a world ruled by magic and gods, and armed with a power unlike any other, will he at last reach the dreams he’s chased across lifetimes? Or will his differences cast him out once again? ----- The first chap will be more about exposing the world of Bioshock and how Plasmids works and setting up the storyline for the future. I am not a writer, I do this for fun and you are reading this for free. The minimum you can do is to just leave a reasonable opinion, please don't hate mail me. This is the rewrite of what's essentially my first work. Once again, I do this for fun and love doing it. Thank you for understanding. ----- *Work in progress* Tags #Bioshock; #Danmachi; #Magic; #Adventure; #Gore (In some fighting scenes); #Action; #Intelligent Mc (I'll give it my all); #Reincarnation; #Transmigration; #Fastpaced(At the start); #Mediumpaced (Most of the story); #Slow romance; #Harem; #R18- In the medium to far future *And more to come if I feel like adding them* ----- I don't own the cover image, the world of Danmachi and Bioshock, or the characters apart from the Ocs I suppose. Thaat's all! Thank you for reading!

The twenty-four Ancient Runes— the magic that originates from the very stars themselves. And had she not inherited their power, Oleandra Greengrass would have been forced to live out the rest of her life as a Squib. She is the girl that should not have existed. Throughout her years at Hogwarts, she will discover the truth behind her existence, and learn the skills she needs to protect her loved ones. -Not an AU, except for MC's existence -No system

Reborn in a New World: A mere Soldier’s Second Chance Of Life At 21, a seasoned soldier finds himself caught in the chaos of a brutal war, where the battlefield is soaked in blood and countless lives are lost. Reluctant but bound by duty, he endures the horrors of combat, never truly loving the life he’s been forced into. The violence and loss weigh heavily on his soul. Suddenly, everything changes. He awakens to find himself a teenager in a mysterious, fantastical world—a realm filled with dungeons, magic, and endless adventure. Reincarnated with memories of his past life, he faces this new life with a mix of uncertainty and hope. Join him on an epic journey of action, discovery, and self-discovery in a world where every day brings new challenges and possibilities. Tags: Reincarnation, Action, Slice of Life, Dungeons Hope you enjoy this incredible adventure! Join the discussion on Discord: https://discord.gg/WYGchrzsjV

A powerful sword has been stolen from the Yuuki's. It ends up in the hands of a seemingly normal teenager named Koru.

Forgotten gods once bound a monster so terrifying that even speaking its name warped reality. A timeless prison buried in eternal ice… A world five times larger than Earth… And the one sealed within it has finally awakened. Azhurael — a genderless, shape-shifting entity wearing beauty like a weapon — rises from the ruins of a divine seal breaking after eons of neglect. With golden eyes and a smile sharp enough to cut divinity, they step into a world that has forgotten them… and they intend to reclaim it. They build a lair in a land where titans roam. They steal, twist, reshape, and corrupt life into armies. They wield mind-shattering powers capable of rewriting the laws of existence. But as Azhurael’s strength returns, ancient truths claw back to the surface: They were not sealed by the gods. They sealed themselves. And the world itself is only the first cage. Unknown to the mortals below, the sky is cracking. Something older watches. Something Azhurael once created… and once feared. The path to reclaiming the Abyss Crown begins with blood, lies, seduction, and empire-building — and ends with the birth of the Original One. If the world has forgotten its true god, then Azhurael will make it remember.

Mavis never imagined she’d be blessed by Hel—the Goddess of the Underworld. Just months before, she washed ashore thousands of miles from her home, a nameless girl torn from a kingdom swallowed by eternal fog. Now she hides in a foreign land under a borrowed identity, unaware that fate has already marked her. But Mavis is no ordinary survivor. She is the lost Queen of a forgotten kingdom—the one even the gods tried to erase. To save her people, she must walk a path tangled with magic, politics, and divine betrayal. Armed with Hel’s dark blessing, Odin’s all-seeing eye, and a serpent born from legend, Mavis begins a journey that will shake continents. A journey to break her kingdom’s curse. —————————————————— “You know of the kingdoms, don’t you?” “I know there are seven,” the child said proudly. “Dolus, Invidia, Castimonia, Fides, Laetitia, Lues, and Ipse.” “That’s right,” the mother murmured. “Seven kingdoms we trade with, argue with, laugh with, and fear in equal measure. Seven that send their ships across the sea, their diplomats to the cities, their warriors to the fields. Seven kingdoms you read about in your books.” She paused, letting the room settle into stillness. Even the fire seemed to quiet, popping softly like an old man clearing his throat. “But,” she continued, “there is an eighth kingdom.” The child frowned. “A… a secret one?” “A hidden one,” the mother corrected, her voice barely above a whisper. “A kingdom older than the others. A kingdom the maps refuse to show. A kingdom that does not speak to the rest of us—nor do they wish to.” A chill—not from cold, but from something far older—slipped across the child’s skin. “Is it real?” they whispered. “Or just a story?” The mother leaned closer, casting her shadow long across the blankets. “Some say,” she murmured, “that it is nothing more than rumor and superstition. That the Hidden Kingdom—Absonditus—is nothing more than an old tale told to children who ask too many questions.” The room suddenly felt smaller, walls drawing nearer. “Others,” she went on, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “swear it is real. They say the land exists far beyond the edges of our charts, swallowed by fog and darkness. Secluded. Silent. Watching.” The child swallowed. “Watching us?” “Always.” Her smile was gentle, but her eyes carried something deeper—an understanding shaped by years of hearing this story herself. “The seven kingdoms interact with one another. They trade, scheme, fight, and form uneasy alliances. But the eighth… The eighth watches from afar. Hidden, unseen. It keeps to itself, as though waiting for the right moment to return to the world.” The fire cracked loudly, sending a plume of sparks up the chimney. The child flinched. “Is it… dangerous?” they asked in a whisper. “Not dangerous,” the mother said slowly. “But powerful. And very misunderstood. The people of Absonditus do not come to our lands. They do not ask for help or friendship. And so over many generations, most have come to believe they do not exist at all.” She tilted her head. “But those who live on the border of the Dolus kingdom’s coast say that when the full moon shines down at night…” Her voice grew softer, hushed with a kind of reverence. “…and the fog of the Arianiac Sea disappears…” Firelight shimmered in her eyes. “…you can see the kingdom of Absonditus.” The child’s heartbeat thudded loudly in her ears. “See… the kingdom?” she breathed. “Like a mirage?” “Like a truth the world wants you to forget,” the mother murmured.

I wished for the world to end. Call it bitterness, call it insanity, call it what you like. I call it survival—but this world never gave me a damn thing. So I dreamed of gates, mana, systems… anything that would let me break free. I wished on anything I could—shooting stars, birthday candles since I was 8, a penny in any passing fountain, every breath of dandelion puffs, every time I saw the clock at 11:11 — that the world would burn down and give me something new. A reset. A chance to climb. To breathe. Then one day, the sky shattered. Mana surged. People turned into monsters — 'Zombies' and they aren't the only threat... And inside me, something old and hungry awakened. I’m not a hero. I’m not here to save anyone. But in this new world? For the first time, my life, I'm going to do whatever I want. This book will contain #SMUT There will be R-18 chapters within the first 100 Chapters