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Don't Tell My Mother

Daphne grew up on rules. Her life had been shaped by her mother’s careful guidance, a long list of don’ts meant to protect her from the world. Her mother had told her: don’t linger, don’t trust too easily, don’t invite trouble, don’t grow too close, and above all, don’t let boys into your life recklessly and carelessly. And for a long time, Daphne obeyed. Then four boys moved into the house next door. She met Kendrick first. He was loud, infuriating, and relentless in his need to get under her skin. He teased her, provoked her, watched her too closely. Daphne hated him for it… or at least she told herself she did. Then she got to meet the rest. Raymond’s attentiveness made her feel seen without pressure. Bernard’s warmth felt effortless, always comforting. David’s steady support gave her space to breathe. Together, they made their home feel like a place she was always welcome. And slowly, without realizing when it happened, the boys slipped into her life. With them, Daphne began to see beyond the walls her mother had built. They introduced her to laughter that wasn’t restrained, to freedom that didn’t feel reckless, to safety that didn’t come from isolation. Around them, she felt protected without being caged, understood without being judged. Even Kendrick, especially Kendrick, became something else entirely. Protective, watchful and unyielding when it came to her. Yet her mother’s voice never faded. Every step closer to the boys felt like a step further from the life she was taught to live. Every moment of comfort came with the question she refused to ask out loud. Was she making a mistake? As Daphne grows more entangled in their world, lines blur between safety and danger, affection and attachment, obedience and choice. The boys offer her a version of herself she’s never been allowed to become. But freedom always comes with consequences. Would Daphne regret going against her mother’s words? Or would she finally learn that some rules are meant to be broken, and some connections are worth the risk?
Ywyn · 2.3k Views

The Third Head Of The Dragon

The Third Head of the Dragon is a dark fantasy narrative centered on power, reputation, and the cost of becoming indispensable in a world ruled by fear. The story follows Darwin Vishwakarma, the youngest yet most feared of the three legendary Dragon Heads—figures whose existence alone dictates war, politics, and survival. Known as a murderer and warlord, Darwin returns from prolonged conflict carrying both physical scars and a reputation that has grown beyond myth. As kingdoms tremble at his presence, Darwin becomes the axis around which rumors, alliances, and destinies revolve. His interactions with his siblings reveal a fractured yet loyal family bound by trauma, responsibility, and unspoken love. The arrival of Aurora, a girl burdened with a dangerous bloodline and vampiric curse, introduces a quieter but equally volatile conflict—one of control versus compassion, protection versus weaponization. The narrative balances intimate character moments with looming large-scale threats: ancient bloodlines, political manipulation, experimental power, and inevitable war. Rather than portraying a traditional hero’s journey, the story explores the rise of an unavoidable force—someone who does not seek domination, yet reshapes the world simply by choosing who to protect and who to destroy. Ultimately, The Third Head of the Dragon examines whether humanity can survive within absolute power, or whether power itself must abandon mercy to preserve order.
Daiwik_Suresh · 1.6k Views

Magus Supremacy

“Hey! What's going on? Wh…why are you quivering? Why haven't you sealed his magic yet?” The mage didn't reply for a moment, the beads of sweat grew in numbers as his whole body was now totally drenched. “H…he… I can't! His aura, his mana, his magic is growing. He is growing rapidly, I can't tame him. I can't. He's too…” Meanwhile, in the shadow realm, Grey smirked as he lifted his hand and made a slashing motion in the air in front of him. “Dimensional Slash.” _ In a world teeming with mages. A world where more than half the human population had awesome affinities ranging from wind, earth to lightning and so on. Grey Dawn had none. He was weak, useless, magicless and most importantly… a cripple in terms of magic usage. Not until an accident where he almost brushed past death. Summoned by a celestial, the seal placed on his core was shattered and there he was appraised. Grey found out not only will he wield magic, he would come to become the strongest mage in existence with five affinities. Confident, he enrolled at Lunaria academy. One of the four great magical academies. Here, he meets awesome mages, forged bonds and most especially, rivalries. With his squad, Grey blitzed through enemies… portal breaks, dungeons, bandits, kingdom invasion, he was clearing them all. But it wasn't enough. The foe the world was up against were not weak by any means. The Otherworlders! Destroyers of planets, conquerors of worlds. Beings with destructive powers and backing. These were the kind of foes he was up against. Grey would learn that his magic isn't enough against them. And the Otherworlders won't be the only foes he would be up against. Demons, cocky celestials, powerful warriors— masters of Ki, Terrifyingly powerful clans and Ki warriors. He will realise that he would be needing something more. He would be needing to transcend his current self and status. He would need to evolve into something more so as to stand a fighting chance against the otherworlders and the much more terrible foes beneath the surface. He would need to become; The Supreme Magus! How will Grey Dawn achieve this title? How will he get worlds to hear of this name and tremble? How will he fare against interdimensional conquerors? How will he survive? How will his squad of humans and different races fare? And most importantly, what will be Grey's five affinities? Find out more in this awesome book and read how Grey's journey unfolds and blooms. __ “Wh-who are you? Wh-what even are you?” “...” “You really want to know who I am?” Grey demanded, lightning crackling around his hands. A sinister smile crept on his face hidden beneath his devilish mask as his glowing eyes narrowed at the man before him. “... They call me; The Supreme Magus.” “No-no way…” BANG—!
KBKayboy · 805.1k Views

The Perfect Path To Insanity

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’
CrimsonJell0 · 6.9k Views

Nulls

Theos did not consume out of malice, but out of perfect logic. They understood everything in the creation except the recursive hunger coded into their collective consciousness. Consuming creation was like a man with a phantom limb trying to scratch it with someone else's arm: a fleeting relief that only deepened the ache. It was a limb that had never existed in any possible geometry of reality, and the itch was the creation itself reminding them of the shape of the hole where it should have been. The Nexus Tree wasn't a thing to be seen. It was a mathematical and logistical impossibility. To observe it was to feel one's mind try to fold inside out. It offered the one thing Theos could not compute: the promise of an end to the hunger. It was the ultimate answer to a question they could not form. It broke their infinite wisdom not by being smarter, but by being absolutely irrational. Their civilization didn't shatter in war; it underwent a mass, logical suicide, converging into a single ravenous entity, the Amalgamation, to try and solve the unsolvable equation. Nulls was both their pinnacle anf heretic. He alone argued that the Hunger was not a problem to be solved, but a flaw in the premise of their being. His Engine was not a better tool for consumption. It was a scalpel designed to perform a cosmic lobotomy, to sever their entire race from the Hunger itself. He didn't want to win; he wanted to cure them. He failed. Facing an Amalgamation moments from grafting onto the Tree and becoming an unstoppable, creation-devouring abomination, Nulls had one final, heretical choice. He couldn't kill it. So he killed the battlefield. He triggered the Collapse. A hard reset of all existence. He awakens. Mortal. Shattered. On the soil of a young, loud, and painfully simple world. The air smells of rot and life. The sun is a dumb ball of fire. He is weak, fragile, and utterly alone. But he can still feel it. Echoes. The psychic scar tissue of the Collapse is infused into the fabric of this new creation. The Amalgamation is gone, but the potential for the Tree is not. It is a seed waiting in the void. And somewhere, a young species will one day look up at the stars and feel the first, familiar itch of an insatiable hunger. Nulls is no longer a god or a savior. He is the Gardener. And this time, he will not try to cure the disease. He will burn the entire garden to the ground before the first weed can sprout. He will become the monster he once destroyed, to ensure no one else ever gets the chance.
Nikolai_nikolaus · 12.6k Views