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Yui, a NEET girl living in Seoul, gave up trying to save the world. She spends her inifinite amount of time binge watching anime and manga, showering her favorite authors with gachapons, and writing webnovels for which she will never get paid. Only way she might start to care is if she found someone worth her effort to save. But even if she did find someone, will she be able to stop the apocalypse? Yui's Song (Theme music for the book) https://youtu.be/PnbMWZ3hNq8 Discord Server https://discord.gg/ZrQnj3B4sm

I don’t own anything. Elena Gilbert’s life was crap, the betrayal and abuse had hit it’s toll until she awakened her power that made her biological mother find her to explain what she is. She is OP and Bisexual but prefers girls.

Y/N never believed in fate/curse — until the Tenchu mark awakened on her skin and nearly tore her body apart. 天誅 = Tenchū, "heaven's punishment" Tenchu on her neck that reacts to cursed energy and emotions? That’s not a birthmark. That’s a sentence. Either she’s marked for punishment, or she is the punishment. Saved by Satoru Gojo himself, she learns she isn’t an ordinary student, but a vessel of ancient power legacy. To him, she is a miracle. To the world, she is a threat. To herself… she is a ticking time bomb. Now exhausted, hurting, and terrified of what she’s becoming, she must train under the strongest sorcerer alive — the one who refuses to let her fall, even when her own body threatens to break. A hidden bloodline. A dangerous awakening. And a bond that grows somewhere between fear, trust, and something neither of them expected. Her power could save the sorcerer world — or destroy it. And Gojo will make sure she survives long enough to choose. Notes: Emotional intensity, mild injury/exhaustion, supernatural danger.

Chapter 28: The paths of Ámenor and Chapter 29: The iron tide on Sunday 03/05 A new chapter every Sunday. The story begins in the harsh Badlands, where a severe famine forces the tribal Elders to draft every capable male,including fourteen-year-old Ámmon and his closest friends Ámenor and Kaséti into a desperate raid against the fertile and hostile territory of the Grasslanders. The war party embarks on a grueling march across the deadly Burning Flats, a dried-up lake where the heat is as lethal as any weapon, threatening to break the soldiers before they even reach the battlefield. Thrust into a conflict far older and deeper than he realizes, Ámmon and his friends must face not only the overwhelming military might of the enemy but also the indifferent cruelty of a dying natural world, discovering mystical connections to the land and a dangerous truth regarding his own unknown lineage, revelations that will challenge everything he thought he knew about his enemies, his people, and himself.

Ruby's knuckles were perpetually white, her jaw clenched as she fought the constant, internal war. The demon's voice was an insidious whisper, a cold stream of promises and cruel insults that tried to shatter her resolve. It promised power, the end of her pain, but she saw it for what it was: a cage. She could feel its influence in the tremor of her hands, the flashes of cold contempt that tried to overtake her every thought. It was an exhausting, unending battle waged in the quiet confines of her mind. But Ruby was not fighting alone. When the darkness threatened to consume her, she had her anchors. The steady, unwavering gaze of her friend, a hand on her shoulder that was warm and real, a lifeline against the demon's chilling touch. She would listen to their laughter, their mundane stories, and feel the cold tendrils of the demon's grip loosen, if only for a moment. They saw through the unnatural stillness in her eyes and loved the person she was beneath the demon's influence. Their belief in her was the fuel for her resolve. It was not just a battle for her own soul, but a fight to stay connected to them, to the world she loved. The demon would hiss about her weakness, but she would counter it with the memory of a kind word, a shared joke, the quiet comfort of their presence. She would refuse to let the power and the darkness within her take over, not because she was strong enough on her own, but because she had something-and someone-worth fighting for.

Suddenly the world as we know it is ending, everything is changing, evolving into more sinister and deadly versions of themselves. If humans don’t adapt and quickly they’ll become hunted prey. Amidst all this Mia is only trying to survive, to get back home to her family who she’s hoping has survived, that hope is her driving force, her fire, to beat the odds stacked against her. Will she survive or will she transcend? She must pave a road of blood through a new unforgiving world even if she has to rule over it!

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Ethan possessed everything one could desire, wealth, happiness, luxury cars, and a loving girlfriend. He had never fought a day in his life, but then suddenly, he woke up in a different world. A world where destruction and bloodshed was the norm. A world where the weak had no place to survive. Ethan now possessing the body of a boy who had failed his awakening twice and was on his last try, now stood in this world. Can Ethan who never fought a day in his life survive in a world where battles and death occurs every second, minute, hour and day. Would he rise through the ashes of the world, or would he burn with it. ____________ Kofi bonus chapter link: https://ko-fi.com/lordtee Discord Link: https://discord.gg/ZNUNmJEEVC

Mon\Thu - 2 new chapters. Reality is not as stable as it seems. There are moments—brief, almost impossible to notice—when something shifts. A hallway feels longer than before. A sound arrives too late. A memory no longer fits where it should. Most people ignore these fractures in reality. Juson cannot. After a series of disturbing incidents begin to follow him, buried memories slowly resurface—fragments of a past he cannot fully remember, tied to a hidden existence surrounding entities known as Omizans. As strange blue particles begin appearing around him and reality itself starts to distort, Juson is drawn toward a truth connected not only to his forgotten past… but to his own son, Herik. The deeper he searches, the more unstable the world around him becomes. And as the boundary between dimensions begins to tear apart, one question continues to haunt him— Were these memories taken from him… or did he choose to bury them himself?

An Academy Dark Fantasy of Romance, Horror & Forbidden Magic At Aetherion Academy, love is a trigger, magic is a weapon, and the school keeps score in blood. When a sabotage hits and Lina is framed as the traitor, the academy turns on her… until Kai Rhen—her perfect, infuriating rival—steps between her and the blade. Now runes bleed, forbidden wings unlock, students vanish like erased names, and every time Lina’s flame ignites, the darkness beneath the halls stirs awake. Because at Aetherion, power has a cost… and love is the most dangerous spell of all.

***Hello, potential readers. As you may be able to ascertain from my profile, my name is Argon_Mayar. This is a story I have had in the works for many years, but I have never felt it was ready or needed to be made known. However, I know that if I do not post it, what good is it as a story stuck in the back of my mind?*** So, here is my synopsis for you: What is life? What is death? Strip everything away, and they are two sides of the same storm. Life is chaos, death is clinical calm. We call ourselves masters of the universe, but we are puppets. Puppets to life. Puppets to death. The only thing we can ever hope to command is everything in between. Kira Voss built an empire from nothing, a mafia boss who ruled through precision, not mercy. Then her underboss, the man she trusted to guard her back, put a bullet in it instead. She dies mid-sentence, mid-command, mid-life, and wakes somewhere that isn't death and isn't life. A grey, formless limbo, ruled by something that calls itself neither god nor devil, only the Architect. The Architect offers her a way out. She will be reborn, again and again, into the bodies of characters pulled from stories not her own: a soldier in a war she doesn't recognize, a queen in a court she's never studied, a nobody in a life with rules she has to learn as she bleeds by them. Each time, she's dropped in with no memory of the character she's replaced, no script, no map, only the demand that she change the story's fate before it ends, or be pulled back to try again. She fails. Again. And again. Each failure doesn't erase her, it traps her, layer by layer, inside the very characters she couldn't save, until she's not sure how much of Kira is left underneath all the borrowed lives she's been forced to wear. She becomes a patchwork of other people's endings. But a woman who once ran an empire doesn't stay lost for long. Between the setbacks, Kira starts doing what she always did best: reading the room, finding the leverage, rewriting the rules of a game she didn't choose. Story by story, world by world, she stops trying to merely survive the fates she's dropped into and starts bending them, growing stronger with every fractured self she carries forward. By the time she understands what the Architect actually is, and what it's been harvesting from her all along, she isn't the woman who died on her own floor anymore. She's something built from a hundred stolen lives, strong enough, finally, to walk back into the limbo that made her and end the thing that started it all.

I never wanted the role of Golden Steam, but I suppose fate dealt its hand. I often wonder how we are defined as a person. Is it because of our past? How do we act in the present? Or how we plan for the future. Our actions. Our relationships. Our histories. Our guilt. Even if I think I could run away from it all, I can’t. I have to honor her will. In this city of never-ending steam, that is all that I can do to atone for my sins. Or so I believed until her daughter walked into my life. But I could never tell her the truth. Not about how her mother died, nor about the monster that lurks within the darkness. I have to destroy it. I have to save the city, the last bastion of humanity. Before, there was nothing left to save from the Void Spawn. But…how could I?

Ravensong lived with more regrets then most. Fate require it for her to break many promises... But this one... She wouldn't break. Little did she knew that saving her friend's son would change the course of Fate. That her new son would become the Heir of Death itself... That Changing Star would question her revenge... That Song of the Fallen would carry a burden never ment to be hers...

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."

After dying in a tragic construction accident, a man awakens in what he believes is a hosptal- only to discover he has been reborn as a newborn baby. Confused and trapped inside an infant's body, he overhears two workers discussing him as a "failed product" while transpoting him through a misterious facility. Unable to communicate, he watches in horror as he is carried toward a cremator and condemned to death moments after his second life begins. As the flames close in, he is left questioning why fate, God, or some cruel force would grant him reincarnation only to take it away again. THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION. NOTICE:YOU'RE FREE TO DROP IT. THANK YOU FOR READING [DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction. All characters(99%), settings, and intellectual property belong to their original creators. I Didn't Create The ORIGINAL WORK But Just Added Some Elements For The Story. The Main Character and some other characters belong to JECU]

[No character death, No bitter content, No NTR, Plot guaranteed, Fluff, Honkai: Star Rail, Ruan Mei, Herta, Fu Xuan & Qingque, Yukong & Feixiao & Tingyun, Firefly & Stelle & March 7th, Love Rivalry] "The all-knowing Madam Herta, I have a question for you." Herta: Speak. But I'm not that Machine Head (Nous). "What is 'like'?" Herta: This... ahem. Why are you asking this? "Then let me change the question. Herta, what is a 'date'?" Herta: For the purpose of raising affinity, correct? Yu Qingtu, whose whereabouts were currently unknown: It should have been me!! I was first!! Tingyun: Benefactor, the stars stretch vast, the Silver River spans endless. When the mortal world lights its fires of worldly life, would you be willing to draw closer to us? Cyrene: Hi. Miss me? ... Fu Xuan stared at Qingque. "You've been deceiving me all this time?" "Lady Grand Diviner, I really wasn't." --- Raw: 星鐵：重生阮梅，黑塔女士請自重 Author: 朝不知暮

"I am a member of the Disciplinary Committee! I came here after receiving a report. Please do not resist in vain... Dear ladies, how many times have I told you, please do not interfere with our work as Disciplinary Committee members?" The girl named Shirai Kuroko opened her mouth and sighed helplessly. In front of her, countless delinquents lay twisted on the ground. Among them, a girl emitting Bilibili electricity and a girl floating in the air looked at Shirai Kuroko with an awkward smile. "Next time for sure, next time for sure!"

Superheroes may be fictional, but the powers I’ve gained are all too real! Fang Yuan now controls the mighty Vought Company, and the more famous the heroes he signs, the more abilities he unlocks. At Level Three, he gains every skill a hero possesses. At Level Four, he awakens a unique aura that reshapes the battlefield itself. Thus begins the rise of the most shameless—and most brilliant—master of superhero packaging the world has ever seen. Fang Yuan pushes the “Vought spirit” to new heights: hype, spectacle, and ruthless manipulation behind the scenes. Who says the Joker and Homelander can’t be superheroes? Who cares about truth, when every lie earns Fang Yuan, the great Father of Vought, more power? Titles fall into his lap one after another: Mutant Leader. Father of the Avengers. Strongest Superhero. World Manipulator. (And, of course, the… Collector of Heroines—but let’s cross that one out.) And when someone dares to stop him? When they say he can’t open his company? Fang Yuan just smiles and gestures toward his “employees”: Phoenix, Superman, Lucifer… each armed not only with unimaginable powers, but also a touch of martial arts. It all began the night Professor X and Magneto cornered him at the door of Mystique’s room… and from there, destiny took a very different turn. You will get 90 chapter ahead for this fanfiction. patreon.com /AZofficial

[Welcome to your first Nightmare] 'What the hell', This is Shadow Slave? Austin gets reincarnated into the world of shadow slave with a limited use High sequence seer authority from LOTM and zero plot amour *if he even needs it* he wishes to change the current plot but let's say his flaw thinks otherwise