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Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those sharp, unmerciful eyes said to carry the scent of blood. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of his embrace.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 1.8k Views

BLURRY DAMNATION

“Remind me again. Why does any of this make sense?” Andrew asked as he watched the event horizon of the black hole form in the distance. Talen, standing beside him, merely shrugged in response. _____ A single decision would reshape Andrew’s life, and the lives of countless others. They were ordinary people living ordinary lives, right up until they weren’t. Whether what followed was a blessing or a dark turn depended on who you asked. What began as a sudden awakening of abilities quickly unravelled into something far greater. A weave had been set in motion, threads tightening around the world. It was no longer about powers. Not really. Caught in an upheaval that promised nothing good, Andrew began uncovering secrets the shadows had kept hidden for eons. On his misadventures, he would encounter entities beyond comprehension: false gods and Seraphim, Whispers and Immortals, Apostles and things with no names at all. Through them, Andrew learned an unsettling truth: the world he had known was never the whole story, only a carefully maintained façade. The deeper he dug, the more secrets surfaced. And with every truth came a cost—cosmic corruption, creeping madness, and whispers that refused to fade. Once just an ordinary guy plagued by voices in his head, Andrew soon found himself entangled in the affairs of cosmic beings: feuds that had burned for eons, lovers long forgotten, and friendships forged in nightmares. Just a guy... destined to become the man who would one day do what needed to be done.
Saint_Novice · 385 Views

Awakened: SSS Rank Cult Management Skill

!~~~WSA 2026~~~! "A teachable moment. The fragility of life doesn’t care what you want, only what you can do. SkillSense simply shows you the truth of yourself, of what you are, and what you can become. And the truth, little one, is rarely kind." ——————————————————— This is the story of one man's Ascension to godhood and beyond. Magnus Barlowe: Cult Leader? He'd wish it wasn't so. But when he plays an obscure game and is the first ever person to complete it, he's rewarded, or punished, with the most unexpected skill. In this world, skills are managed and recorded through technology known as SkillSense, and the people of the world place a hierarchy on those with skills. Meaning: The higher your skills, the more people respect you. But the skill Magnus just earned, SSS-Rank Cult Management, is not only two levels above the max S-Rank, but is also a restricted and mostly unknown skill to the world. What has the world got in store for this reluctant man? Will he deny his destiny, or jump into the path of being a cult leader and not look back? Follow Magnus along his journey through the occult in this tale of mysteries! ——————————————————— Author's Notes: As you may know, I'm also the author of Reborn with a Necromancer System, which has been a blast to write, Fractured Horizon, a slightly futuristic fantasy/sci-fi novel about mutated human monsters and psychics that battle them (currently on hiatus to focus on my other novels and my life). I also wrote My Undeath, a reincarnation novel set in a fantasy world. It wasn't my best work, but I loved writing the story, and I may get back to it one day. ——————————————————— Disclaimers/FAQ: 1. This story is set in a modern alternate Earth, where there is a technology that reads your best skills and reveals them to you. This is not a system novel, instead, the "system" is just a mathematical analysis of your skills that everyone has access to. But the MC is guided (not very gently sometimes) by the social media system known as SkillSphere occasionally. He is not a slave to it, but reluctantly follows it's suggestions for one reason or another. 2. There are no plans for a harem, or for multiple lovers over the course of the novel. The MC is a loyal, stick-to-one-person-at-a-time kind of guy. But don't worry, we won't suddenly see Magnus shift his entire personality just because he likes someone. He is who he is, and of course may change over a couple thousand chapters, but not in an instant. 3. This is not a cultivation novel, even if it has cult in its name. 4. Yes, the images and cover art in this novel are currently generated with A.I. This in no way impacts my writing, and if enough money is made from this novel, I plan to commission professional art for the title, characters, and some world building images. ——————————————————— Inspiration: The Steam game Cultist Simulator, was actually something of an inspiration for this novel. I played several dozens of hours, but always felt it needed something. I started working on a 3D alternate version of the video game to make it better, but it suddenly hit me that I could write a novel about a cult leader instead. I've watched and read several pieces of fiction with cults in them (quite difficult to find, honestly), and they usually grab my attention pretty well, and so here I am. ——————————————————— Support me, the Author: Please use coins/stones/golden tickets, or review my novel! And if you're feeling extra benevolent and want to help me turn writing into my full-time job so you can all read more from me, please share my novel or send me gifts with coins. Everything helps, and I can spend more time writing more chapters for you all to binge! If I were to win WSA 2026, you'd have me writing full-time for an entire year. Wish me luck!
Jhaydun · 1k Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 71.8k Views

Vicious Allure

Cover is «BALALAIKA'S MOTHER». What started as an everyday morning, turned into the catalyst that sent Vurckair Vecturion to a different location. Forced to face an alternative version of Himself, losing his way back to his original world, and sent to a new one. «Loutharn», foreign to him in many levels, because is a place where Magic and Monsters from the Enclosed Amalgams reign supreme, dominating and decimatingin the local population with brutal savagery, mercilessly invading the World, and it's Counterpart along many others. «Clamour». Is one of the remaining bastions of the Zaggrioth Meritocracy. An old City that has been maintained afloat solely with the powerful and insightful management of the Aristocratic Houses. Along the Bourgeois and Royals of other Nations, Kingdoms and Empires. However, the Enclosed Amalgams can always mutate into something far worse, the «Deformed Amalgamations». Aberrations capable of Hybridizing the environments of different worlds, as well as transmuting horrendous hideous creatures into chimeric beasts that defy logic and reason, wrecking apart countless worlds, causing the remnants of these planets to reach other celestial bodies, perpetuating an unstoppable cycle of annihilation, restoration, uncertainty, chaos, and damnation… DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language, if i made a mistake, point it out for me to correct it as soon as possible. I'll appreciate the feedback. I don't have Discord. Read All Free Chapters. (+100,000 Before Premium) Check Character Section. Characters in the cover can change upon suggestion. Tags in some Chapter's Titles: (Spiked): Less than 15% is Smut. (Spicy): Around 30% of content is Smut. (Spicy Plus): 55% is Smut. (+18): 80% or more is straight Smut. (Part): Arch, or Character Emphasis. (Final): Arch ended, or a Character has experienced a meaningful change.
Marshack · 125.7k Views

Miraculous Ladybag Happy Life

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B Extra chapter 7 powerstone - 1 chapter 77 powerstone - 1 chapter 777 powerstone - 1 chapter Extra chapter per day follower on Youtube 7 follower - 1 chapter 77 follower - 1 chapter 777 follower - 1 chapter
Nihilistzone · 340k Views