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Knowledge is currency. Alchemy is knowledge. Most of the world doesn’t know alchemy exists. Those who do call it heresy. Those who practice it call it ascension. A man wakes in the lightless depths of Tauran City Prison with no records, no history—only a modern vocabulary that doesn’t belong to him. In a facility built to process human bodies, ignorance is a death sentence. To survive the lower floors, he bonds with a parasitic alchemical metal—an artifact that grows stronger through blood, memory, and use. It is a weapon, a tool, and a cost he does not yet understand. Guided by a man who knows too many and a girl who should not have lived this long, he descends through a system where alchemy is graded, identities fracture, and power is never free. You are not a prisoner. You are a specimen. And ascension has already begun.

humany after outperforming the evolution has now become the front and centre of galaxy forming a galaxy wide govt. body to fight against man eating monsters known as yokai's

It was never supposed to happen. On a cold night just after New Year’s, a group of friends killing time at a Nashville mall makes a stupid decision, one that feels harmless in the moment. A trail in the woods. Five minutes. Nothing more. Then they hear a scream. What they find beneath the cliff isn’t a person, and it isn’t an accident. It’s a cave that shouldn’t exist, glowing with a pale, unnatural light.. and something inside that is listening. After that night, nothing is the same. The voice follows them. Not always loud. Not always clear. Sometimes it sounds like someone they love. Sometimes it sounds like themselves. And when they listen for too long, something else comes with it—something that walks the woods after dark, unfinished and patient, never rushing, never seen by the wrong people. The Gang of friends weren’t chosen. They weren’t special. They didn’t unlock a prophecy or inherit a curse. They made a mistake. As fear fractures their friendships and silence becomes unbearable, the group is forced to confront an impossible truth: the thing beneath the trail is older than the city above it, and it doesn’t need to chase them to ruin their lives. It only needs to be heard. Set in modern-day Nashville, What Listens Beneath is a slow-burn supernatural horror about ordinary teenagers thrown into something ancient and unforgiving—where survival isn’t about strength or courage, but about knowing when not to listen. Because once something hears you… it never forgets.

They woke up finding themselves in an unknown facility. It was a puzzle, a brain tasking way to escape, a creation of an ESCAPE ROOM. The had to follow the instructions, they had to sacrifice one another, rely on one another, betray one another. It was a living horror to the students. ... "Argh", "Ouch, it hurts", "Geez, who is pressing on me?", "WHERE ARE WE?". The students muttered to themselves. *4 days ago* "Hello students, so you all will be coming up with different ideas for your upcoming articles. The class with the best article presentation will get an awards and stars on the big day". Their teacher walked in and announced to her students. "An article presentation?". A guy with blond messy hair slowly opened his eyes. "Everyone should put heads together while the class president takes down acceptable ideas. That's all for now. If there are other information, they will be passed out before the day ends". The teacher picked up her books and left. "What are you going to do Amy?". The guy sitting next to her leaned over and gently placed his head on her shoulder. "Probably draft out and collect everyone's ideas before submitting to the teacher". Amara aka Class president replied to her closest friend. "Urgh! Can you guys quit the lovely-dovey acts?". The blond messy guy, Axel spoke up annoyed. Amara's closest friend, Xavier turned around with an angry look. "Scram off, ugly face". Xavier spoke back. "Ahh. Stop it you two". Amara warned then she got up from her seat and walked up to the podium. The students gave out different options towards their projects. About thirty minutes later, they concluded on their article source *AN EXCURSION*. "An excursion it is then". Amara slipped the papers into a file bag then walked out of the class to the staff room.

Release schedule: At least 2 chapters per day - sometimes more, depending on the power stones received When Ian awakens on a floating island in the endless void of Minecraft’s Skyblock, he realizes he’s no longer in his original world. His only possession? A Transmutation Tablet—an artifact far beyond anything the game should contain. Moments later, a system message pops up: [You have joined the Interdimensional Transmigrator Group Chat.] Now connected to an infinite multiverse of travelers—from worlds like Naruto, One Piece, Warhammer 40K, and even Terraria—Ian gains access to shared resources, knowledge, and chaos from across fiction, film, and games alike. His Transmutation Tablet isn’t ordinary—it has no EMC limit, can absorb interdimensional energy, and unlock new mods by devouring matter from other worlds. With it, Ian can turn anything into anything—fuel, food, armor, or even life itself. Armed with infinite resources in one hand and absolute creative power in the other, Ian begins transforming his lonely Skyblock into an empire of monsters, villagers, witches, and heroes, recruiting allies from every corner of the multiverse. From the Frozen Apocalypse to Slasher World, from Train to Busan to the realms of anime and legends, Ian’s journey becomes one of endless expansion—crafting, trading, and fighting his way toward godhood.

A saint in his actions, a demon in his thoughts. Xiao Bing is a walking contradiction, battling a mind that is his greatest weapon and his worst. ​ visit the Official Blog[https://self-sacrificer-novel.blogspot.com/2026/01/the-return-of-perpetual-self-sacrificer.html]

Author’s Note This book did not begin with a grand plan for publication or a desire to reach a vast audience. Instead, it grew from a personal need to build a world where the air is thick with the scent of cold iron, where engines rumble in the depths of forgotten canyons, and where flawed individuals struggle to survive against impossible odds. I wrote this story, first and foremost, for myself. While the setting is one of rust and airships, the heartbeat of the narrative is deeply personal. I have drawn from the well of my own experiences to breathe life into these characters and the trials they face. Their struggles with shame, their desperate need for autonomy, and the rough-edged humor they use as a shield are all echoes of my own journey. Every scar described in these pages, whether physical or unseen, carries a piece of my own history. Writing this has been a way for me to explore the resilience of the human spirit—the way we find hope gleaming like an oil slick in the dark, and the way we learn to stand our ground even when the world feels like it's grinding us down. Now that I am opening the gates of this world to you, my only hope is that you find something in it that resonates. I hope you feel the vibration of the engines beneath your feet and find something familiar and human within these pages. Welcome to the wreckage. Mind the sharp edges.

Blood Shouldn’t Smell Like That In the fluorescent-lit hallways of a seemingly ordinary high school, blood isn't supposed to smell sweet. When a simple scrape in the chaos of a fire drill sends a thin red smear across the tile, Elena notices something wrong. The air thickens. Whispers replace shouts. And every student in the building seems to react nostrils flaring, eyes darkening, bodies tensing like predators scenting prey. Especially him. The quiet boy who never speaks, never smiles, but whose golden eyes lock onto her with raw, barely-leashed hunger. He warns her to stay away, to stay with the crowd, to follow the rules no one else questions. But the closer Elena gets, the more she feels it: a strange heat blooming under her skin, a pulse that answers his, a power she doesn't understand but can't ignore. As the full moon rises, the school locks down under "safety protocols" that feel more like containment. Scratching echoes at doors. Screams cut short. And the boy she can't stop watching fights a transformation that could tear everything apart including her. Because in this school, some students aren't human. Some rules aren't about safety. And one girl's blood calls to them all. The sweetest scent is the most dangerous. And Elena just became impossible to resist. Perfect for fans of forbidden supernatural romance, hidden monsters in plain sight, and the terrifying thrill of discovering you're not as ordinary as you thought.

A Demon King rules this Kingdom. At night, monstrous creatures roam, hunting every soul. There’s nowhere to hide. No one can escape. Only the Cursed walks the dark, enchanted roads—the last hope for survival.

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk. Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. Never try to find out more than you should. NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists). The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. (MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) Slow Burn, BL, first-person view; MC is shorter than ML BUT we have a SWITCH-COUPLE! Love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers) Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ* WARNING: sexual content, excessive violence, graphic violence, torture, disturbing scenes https://discord.gg/FvX9PeWraY

Well, I really am in deep now. I was a hospital orderly once—now I’m some kind of undead creature, and they’ve even put a bounty on my head, no less! As if I didn’t have enough problems already, the mere thought of losing control over my own body is bad enough. So. The goal: understand what I’ve become. The task: survive. --- This is a translation! Raw: “Вампир. Эксперимент”

In a world that has forgotten its own creation, the cycle begins again. Long before memory, the universe was shaped by fragments of unimaginable power—stones that carried will, purpose, and consequence. In the modern city of Sagar, three ordinary students begin to feel the echo of those fragments awakening within them. Vaibhav, burdened by a crystal that remembers countless deaths. Shlokh, whose voice resonates with balance and authority. Shourya, who glimpses futures he pretends not to notice. As exams end and winter approaches, reality begins to fracture—memories blur, dreams bleed into waking life, and an unfamiliar presence steps closer from the shadows. This is not a story of heroes chosen by fate. It is the story of a cycle that never stopped… And of what happens when creation begins to remember itself.

Dana Snide lives between two worlds: the ordinary life she was born into, and the Labyrinth that calls to her every night — a place where her power feels alive. When a coven gathering spirals into chaos and old enemies resurface, Dana becomes the centre of a conflict she barely understands. The world she once felt safe in has become her prison, and her fate demands blood, obedience, and sacrifice. Caught between loyalty, danger, and a power she cannot yet control, she is forced to seek answers and the closer she gets to the truth, the more she loses. Hunted, uncertain who to trust, and afraid of what she might become, Dana must uncover the truth about herself… before the truth finds her first. Will she fulfill her destiny… or has it been rigged to fail? P.S. If you’d like to see more character art, cover designs, or behind-the-scenes content from The Labyrinth, follow me on Instagram: @preciousokereke_

They harvested his father. They threw him into hell, but they never guessed what they were forging. In a world where elites steal supernatural powers from the weak, Leon Storm’s father was scrubbed from existence after a suspicious crash. All that remained was his paintbrush—and a volatile golden power now erupting in Leon, a storm of golden light, forged in grief and rage. Thrown into a lethal academy and a cruel world where failure means death, Leon faces elites who feed on the powerless and monsters that haunt ruined cities. Every closed door, every doubting voice, only sharpens his edge. As the storm within him grows, one question remains: Control the storm, or become the disaster the world deserves. The choice is his.

They promised a cure. They delivered a plague. In Metro City, the rain doesn’t wash away the blood—it just spreads it. The Nexo Incident was supposed to be a pharmaceutical breakthrough. Instead, the VX-1.089 virus turned 99.7% of its test subjects into biological nightmares. Now, the survivors aren't human anymore, and the corporations are trying to bury the truth under a mountain of corpses. Agent Adrian Cole is a decorated NPU officer who thought he had seen it all. That was before he was assigned to protect Yuki Tanaka—a witness who knows too much. Now, Adrian has a target on his back, a city crumbling into madness, and a partner, Aveline, who is too perfect to be true. He thinks his job is to hunt the monsters on the street. He’s wrong. The worst predators aren’t the ones screaming in the dark. They are the ones signing his paycheck.

Welcome to the Death Game. [Enter Instance: Bloody Restaurant] [Your Job Title: Deliveryman] [Your Customers Include: a morbidly obese otaku reeking of corpses; a maid who explodes at the slightest provocation…] [Your Colleagues Include: a female boss whose beauty is unmistakably inhuman; a literal beast of burden; a man-eating tree that spews French obscenities…] Confronted with these hidden “talents,” Kanzaki Rei—who once wanted nothing more than to remain a decent human being—finds himself with no choice but to abandon his humanity.

When the world learns how to end itself, someone has to decide who owns the ending. In a modern world crawling with governments, mercenary corps, cults, and unseen systems, supernatural horrors do not arrive as monsters alone—they emerge from human behavior. From rituals disguised as institutions to violence born from belief, each horror feeds on ownership: who decides, who judges, who finishes. Two forces: • Tristo Virtuoso, a masked wanderer who delays endings, freezing catastrophe just long enough for choice to exist. • Diablo, a merciless hitman who ends what cannot be redeemed, cutting through myths and facilitators with inhuman precision. Across continents, horror evolves. Courts execute before verdicts. Cities vanish when unmapped. Cult rituals hollow out communities. Holidays become massacres. Old enemies return. New ones learn. And from the overlap of all unfinished endings, something worse is born.

They didn’t die. They didn’t teleport. They woke up in a world that hunts them. Leo has no memories—only blood on his hands and a strength that fractures concrete when he panics. When he meets others like him—teenagers with impossible abilities and the same blank past he realized this world doesn't just what the, gone

A dark fantasy story, following the protagonist Iri, a 14 year old girl, living in a medieval village and her struggles as she tries to survive in a world that is not quite as it seems

Veer is an ordinary young man whose life takes a dark turn when he stumbles upon an old haveli that doesn’t exist on any map. There, he meets Aarohi, a mysterious girl who seems to know him intimately. What starts as a chilling encounter soon turns into a web of hidden pasts, dangerous secrets, and forbidden romance. In this haunted urban setting, love and fear walk hand in hand, and the line between reality and supernatural blurs. Will Veer uncover the truth behind the haveli… or will the mansion claim him forever?