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Supernatural: The Monster King

Marcus Webb wakes up in a dusty Nevada motel with a cold realization: he’s no longer in his own world, and he’s no longer human. Bitten by a Skinwalker and left to rot, he survived only because an ancient metaphysical construct—the Monster King System—chose him as its host. In a world where Sam and Dean Winchester are currently hunting anything that bumps in the night, Marcus has a different goal. He knows the Apocalypse is coming in exactly one thousand days. To survive the literal end of the world, he must use his system to unite the warring monster species into a single coalition. He isn't just hunting to feed; he’s building a kingdom of monsters strong enough to stand against both Heaven and Hell. The System: Monster King Dominion & Unity Index: The core of the system. It tracks Marcus's authority over other supernatural beings. By defeating or saving monsters, he earns "Dominion," allowing him to issue absolute commands and track the "Unity Index"—a measure of how well his multi-species coalition is working together. Predator Essence (Evolution): Instead of standard XP, Marcus harvests "Predator Essence" from fallen foes. This resource is spent to evolve his physical form, allowing him to combine the traits of different monsters—like the speed of a Vampire with the shapeshifting of a Skinwalker. Hunter Threat Level (HTL): A specialized radar that monitors the proximity of threats. It specifically tracks the "Winchester Intervention" risk, turning Crimson if Sam or Dean get too close to uncovering his operation. The Corruption Index (CI): A dangerous drawback. The more Marcus uses his "monstrous" powers, the higher his CI rises. If it hits 100%, the System takes full control, erasing his human memories and turning him into a mindless, primordial beast.
Anti_Hero_0891 · 56.9k Views

Naruto: I led the uchiha clan to slaughter konoha!

During the Third Shinobi World War, Uchiha Shinobu, who was on the verge of death, suddenly awakened his Mangekyou Sharingan after regaining his memories of his past life and survived. After carefully recalling her memories of her past life, Xia Yin had only one thought. This is not the end... Ding! The system has detected that the host has awakened memories of his past life. The Uchiha Clan System has been activated! Xia Yin: But then again, haven't you heard? There's always a way out! As long as I want to leave! Ding! Detected host's first awakening of the Mangekyou Sharingan. Newbie gift pack has been changed! Congratulations, host, you have obtained 10 Uchiha Clan Elite Jonin with Three Tomoe Jewels. This system allows you to strengthen or summon members of the Uchiha clan using summoning points! Message: To restore the glory of the Uchiha clan! It is our inescapable duty! Xia Yin: I remember your dad saying many times that in Konoha, you bunch of trash are nothing more than a loli! Jiraiya: Natsume! I admit that the village has wronged you many times... One stab to the throat, then he was carried away. Xia Yin: I admit, you're something, but you're just something! Where were you when the Uchiha were humiliated? Where were you when your disciple died? Nara Shikaku: Natsume, you know, the village needs stability. Xia Yin: I know, you damn unstable element! How many times have I told you not to be a fence-sitter, Neil Dorron! Zhi Shui: Xia Yin, we need to understand the village. Xia Yin: It's alright, I understand you. I will hand you and your ancestor over to Orochimaru for research. Itachi: I.... One strike and you're done! Xia Yin: Talking to you is a waste of my breath. Obito: ... Xia Yin: Did he say he didn't mention you? Next one, move on! Obito: I didn't say anything!
Got1808 · 13.4k Views

HYBIRD BLACKEYED

DISCLAIMER:- ⌊ READ THIS STORY ONLY IF YOU R COMFORTABLE WITH A.I ASSITANTED CONTENT ⌋ ⟦ A.I ASSISTANTED CONTENT I.E USE OF A.I FOR GRAMMAR AND WORD ENHANCE FOR FOREIGN AUDIENCE, THE STORY, ITS PLOTS AND EVERYTHING IS MADE BY HUMAN/AUTHOR⟧ 〔 NEW CHAPTER EVERY OTHER DAY AND REGULAR ON WEEKENDS 〕 〔 MONDAY, WEDNESDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY AND SUNDAY 〕 ⌊ THANK YOU ⌋ Neo-Berlin is a city of stark contrasts—a place where the shiny future is built right on top of the crumbling past. Imagine towering skyscrapers of chrome and glass, powered by clean energy, promising a perfect, orderly world. But then you look down, and the streets are shadowed, heavy with history. The city's obsessively clean, almost like they're trying to scrub away the 20th century. Yet, everyone's forced to study those wars in agonizing detail. It's a bit twisted, right? This obsession with the past? That's Hawkstroke’s main problem. His family name, Stroke, isn't just a name—it's like a curse. For generations, the world's blamed the Strokes for starting both World War I and World War II. Seriously. This historical blame has turned into modern-day prejudice. Hawk's constantly getting suspicious looks, like he's got "bad news" written all over him. People genuinely believe the Strokes are genetically predisposed to cause global conflict. They treat Hawk like he's a ticking time bomb, just waiting to set off the next war. Now, this toxic vibe? It's thickest at Neo-Berlin High School. Picture this massive, imposing building—less like a school, more like a high-security government facility disguised as an academy. It's built on the exact spot where Hawk’s brother, Hank, died back in 2024. Neo-Berlin High is where the city’s elite send their kids—the descendants of the people who wrote the history books that trash the Strokes. The school itself is intimidating: dark granite, echoing hallways, designed to make you feel small and compliant. Every security camera, every locked door, every silent, judgmental stare from another student reminds Hawk that he's walking into a dangerous game. He knows the school holds the key to evidence Hank secretly gave him—evidence that proves Hank’s death wasn't the "accident" the city claims. For Hawk, Neo-Berlin High isn't just about getting an education. It's the battleground where he has to fight the history that condemns his family and the powerful people who killed his brother. 【EXTRA GENRES:- MYSTERY, MURDER, THRILLER, BRUTALITY, DEEP VIOLENCE, GENIUS VILLAIN, MAFIAS, GANG WARS, UNDERWORLD, POLITICS, POLITICAL REALITY AND VIOLENCE.】 BENEFITS IF YOU R A REGULAR READER :- Q&A (+) POLLS AND VOTES (+) THEORIES AND OPINION (+) SHOUTOUT TO FANS (+) REGULAR VIEWERS WILL GET THEIR NAMES LISTED IN THE TOP 3 LOYAL READERS AT THE END OF EVERY MONTH 【EVEN IF THIS STORY GETS REJECTED I WILL CONTINUE TO UPLOAD CHAPTERS BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE, IM 15 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS JUST MY IMAGINARY STORY】 INSPIRATION OF THIS STORY:- [1. LOOKISM 100%] [2. NARUTO 65%] [3. BLEACH 70%] [4. ONE PIECE 50%] [5.DRAGON BALL 80%] [6. SOLO LEVELING 75%] [7. ONE PUNCH-MAN 100%]
WeAebpym · 549 Views

Phantom Wayfarers

Sebastian’s life is turned upside down when he is unexpectedly thrust into the dangerous and unpredictable world of the Realm Walkers. As he navigates this new reality, he must face deadly challenges, forge uneasy alliances, and confront secrets that could change everything he knows about himself and the realms around him. With every choice carrying high stakes, Sebastian discovers that surviving this world means more than just strength—it requires courage, wit, and the resilience to overcome the darkest twists of fate. Note that the build up of the first few chapters may seem slow. Chapters per week 2-3 might increase to 5-7 Just lacking motivation ......... Sebastian pushed himself upright, though it felt as if the air itself had turned to tar around him. His thoughts drifted through a dense, suffocating fog that weighed more than his own limbs. Every breath was an effort. Every movement felt resisted by something unseen—something that clung to him without leaving a single bruise or mark to prove it existed. There was no chain. No wound. No logical reason for the heaviness sinking into his bones. And yet it was there. Relentless. He staggered toward the mirror standing quietly before him—too quietly, as if it had been waiting. A shard of memory flickered at the back of his mind, but every attempt to grasp it made the fog thicken, swallowing the thought before it could form. When he finally faced the glass, he froze. His reflection was… wrong. The face was his, yet the expression wasn’t. A smile threatened at the corners of his mouth—not his smile, but something using it. The eyes blinked half a second too late. And the longer he stared, the more the reflection seemed to grow aware of him, as though it had just woken up. A crawling cold travelled up his spine. “What… are you?” he whispered. His reflection tilted its head first. A smile still played across its lips—thin, deliberate, and wrong. There was no warmth in it. No flicker of anything human. It was a cold curve of the mouth, carved with the kind of precision that suggested practice rather than emotion. The eyes above it didn’t match the expression; they remained distant, unfocused, as though gazing at something beyond him trying but also failing to recall. Then its gaze focused on him It then spoke: “The scavenger of the Sovereign’s lost soul, A legacy bound to us… for the world to behold.”
ShamelessDreamer · 17.5k Views