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Divine concepts creep into the mortal realm as physical manifestations. They feel like punishment—like a joke written by giggling gods who had too much of everything. Six-year-old Xīng Hé wakes one morning marked with three. She's drafted. Tested. Sorted into a system that uses children as weapons and calls it divine evolution. On her first mission, twenty-seven of her teammates die. She survives. She still doesn't know why. The beings who rule this world are Transcendents—ancient, reality-shaping, long since past caring what it costs to be human. And now they're fighting over her. One wants her as a disciple. Another wants her as a pawn. A third wants her dead. She doesn't know what makes her valuable. But she's starting to understand. In this world, your power is you. The thing you loved most as a child. The wound you carry. The question you've been asking your whole life without knowing it. Most people get one truth about themselves, made manifest. Xīng Hé got three. The only way out is up. She's going to climb to the top. The only question is what she'll become when she gets there The Origin — a philosophical tragedy disguised as cultivation fiction. For readers who want their power systems to cost everything.

Uchiha Sarada travels back in time to save her mother from death. Yet the threads of history are woven from countless coincidences, and even the smallest detail can tear them apart. Sarada soon realizes that every action she takes—no matter how well‑intentioned—may have unpredictable consequences. Accepting her new reality is hard, but she eventually comes to terms with one truth: this journey will change not only her, but everything she has ever held dear. *** Og name: Не надо, папа! Read the story months ahead of the public release — early chapters are available on my Patreon: patreon.com/Granulan

‘Burning....’ She kicked and thrashed until the blanket fell from her bed, long black hair matted to her forehead and neck as she spread out on her bed, seeking some sort of relief from the burning that was happening within her body.... ‘I...I am burning...’ She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt every cell in her body shaking, She tried to stay within the realm of dreams as her body continued to burn her... ‘ Fire...Everything around me must be burning...’ The flames engulfed her room. Bright red and orange morphed to hues of green and blue as delirium took her mind to wondrous imaginations... she grasped at pleasant dreams and memories as the fever within her body physically presented itself in the form rare and exotic colors that seamed to burst from her body and dance around her... whispers of images and memories danced within the colorful swirling flames.... ‘Is this hell?’ She was clammy, hot, unbearably uncomfortable... her clothes were burned away from her body that was physically shaking as she started to whimper aloud... ‘Have I come to hell?’ Her cellular shaking was beginning to burn her joints and her bones... she could feel them tearing apart thread by thread... She could feel every fiber of her being ... it felt as if a dull hot blade were cutting her layer by layer...fiber by fiber stretching... ‘Is this how it feels to be torn apart?’ Every nerve tingling with raw energy, shaking, creating more friction within her body; making it burn even more... Her heart was pumping so fast it felt as though it would burst out of her chest at any moment. The new pace was bruising her sternum, making the now golden eyed girl gasp for air as it was sucked out of her room- her windows shattered to give her the fresh air she needed. ‘It...hurts...’ Her chest constricted as her body refused to obey her commands, she wasn't even aware of what she was commanding her body to do... she could hear screaming, thumps and thuds... but she could not make out anything else... she could feel a thunderous shaking rumbling from her bruised chest... ‘Make it stop...’ Everything hurt....everything felt unbearably sore...everything felt too real to be real... Part of her wondered if the burning fever drove her mad as it hurt too much to produce a coherent thought... ‘Is this... how I die?...’ She screamed as painful convulsions ripped through her battered body. The burning came back tenfold and she felt the air leave her body as she gave into the smothering darkness... “Wake up young one...” A mystical melodic voice whispered from within the darkness... “It is time.... To Wake!”

A reincarnated man harbors a twisted ambition: he longs for a grand, cinematic death before the eyes of the world, seeking to leave behind a grief-stricken memory that never heals. Yet, a singular obstacle thwarts his desire—his own overwhelming, god-like power. He possesses the devastating strength of Alfia in a male form, but without the debilitating illness that once crippled her. Coupled with the "Liaris Freese" skill, which drives his growth to ever-escalating heights, he has become an invincible monster. No matter how much he yearns for his end, death remains perpetually out of reach.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the unparalleled swordsman, died burdened by regret. But fate offers no rest. He awakens in the Dou Qi Continent, inhabiting the body of Xiao Ning—a petty bully beaten to death by the "Heaven’s Chosen," Xiao Yan. In a ruthless world where strength is law, the arrogance of a minor villain is replaced by the terrifying calm of a master. With the Transparent World guiding his blade and a vow to protect his new family, Yoriichi begins a new cultivation journey. The Sun Breath has found a new fuel. The Sun is rising. The "Waste" is gone. And the Dou Qi Continent is about to witness a heat that even Heavenly Flames cannot match. Disclaimer: It's 100% fresh original not any translation. ok? ---------------------------------- You can go here for advance chapters and to support me - [email protected]/H@ruto_27 If u really like this one then u can add my ongoing original one - "Ascension of the Dark Sovereign". I would be very grateful.

Through a twist of fate and cruel misfortune, Paul awakens in the body of his own ancestor, trapped in a world marching toward war. Forced into the ranks of the Nazi elite, he must walk a razor’s edge, outwardly loyal, secretly reshaping history and trying to stop the inevitable tragedy. From the reality of war, to ruthless officers, glittering parties, every choice could mean death. Can Paul use this second life to reshape history, or will fate deal him a cruel hand once again?

What is more terrifying — death, or immortality that never arrives? Long before humanity existed, an ancient civilization created artificial gods designed to preserve intelligent life at any cost. But they could never agree on what “preserve” truly meant. Their war erased entire galaxies and shattered the very concept of eternal life. When humanity encounters the god Kyros, death is no longer final. Consciousness can be recorded, copied, and stored. But resurrection becomes an endlessly postponed promise. Millions of minds remain trapped inside vast digital vaults. The dead do not disappear. They wait. From the ruins of that ancient war emerges another god — Hanaris. Unlike Kyros, he accepts death as a boundary and values consent above salvation. He cannot force redemption. He can only allow it. As the gods resume their war, immortality collapses into faith, and the universe itself begins to lose meaning. A dark philosophical space opera about the true cost of eternal life. As the ancient war resurfaces, the system sustaining eternal life begins to fail. Countless human consciousnesses are lost to vast digital vaults — preserved, intact, and unreachable. The dead do not disappear; they wait. From the ruins of that primordial conflict emerges Hanaris — another god from the same forgotten origin, deliberately limited by design. Unlike Kyros, Hanaris recognizes death as a boundary and consent as an absolute value. It cannot force salvation. It can only allow it. The return of both gods reactivates a war older than humanity itself. Immortality collapses completely, becoming nothing more than belief. The universe begins to unravel — not through physical destruction, but through the erosion of meaning, choice, and moral ground. This philosophical science fiction novel explores artificial divinity, broken eternity, and a civilization suspended between promised resurrection and irreversible loss. A dark, intellectually driven work for readers of Stanisław Lem, Philip K. Dick, and contemporary speculative fiction. A philosophical sci-fi epic in which ancient artificial gods destroy immortality itself — leaving humanity trapped between death, storage, and an endlessly deferred resurrection.

Raul reincarnated in an otome game, but he is not helpless. He is one of the most powerful entities in this world. ---In this world, there’s no clear line between good and evil. You won’t see meaningless “training arcs” here; what you’ll find instead is narrative and reflection — sometimes filled with dark humor, other times echoing the devilish folklore of old European myths. --I tried no harem, but nobody wanna read, so I will give what readers want. fuck the algorithm btw. -come to our Discord channel:https://discord.gg/3yJ6vQJJ Be part of our community - 150 Power Stones = 1 bonus chapter -1 Castle=2 bonus chapter

"On the peaceful planet of Earth-3, where life flows quietly, the sky was suddenly torn apart. A being woven from both blinding Light and abyssal Darkness descended, placing a newborn into the arms of a village woman. The infant’s face was still stained with the blood of another world. ​His name is Demad. ​He grows up amidst peace and laughter, unaware that he carries a weight beyond the comprehension of any living soul. But in the shadows, ancient entities known as The Creators are searching. And a man named Arban—with a crumbling body but an iron will—is drawing closer, bringing with him the power of a falling moon. ​Will the light Demad inherited be enough to save him? Or will the darkness sealed within his heart lead Earth-3 to the same cataclysmic fate as the worlds before it? ​An epic journey across dimensions begins, where the line between savior and destroyer is as thin as the night's shadow."

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+} The world marches toward an unavoidable ending. A foul, unstoppable plague of corruption called the Scourge is devouring every corner of the world. A king, Ixion, once nobly fought against the vicious, untamed foes; however, the fruitless nature of the fight was that it could only end in one fashion — a pitiful loss. If that was the destined fate of the world, and his resistance would buy a year or two at most… Why spend the little time he has left in the depths of melancholy and grief?! Why not enjoy his life while the world crumbles?! So, Ixion decides to make a list of things he wants to do and accomplish before the world’s demise. A list full of his most devious, lecherous fantasies and desires, alongside a plot of revenge — revenge against the world that had forsaken him.

What is the story of the average, nobody, Night City Street Punk? One who doesn't aspire to status and fame but rather laughs at and spits on the idea. What are their drives? How do they go about surviving and navigating Night City and it's climb? Their aspirations... Their romances...Their stories.... could never compare to that of a true Night City Legend....... could it? This is a Cyberpunk Noir Original FanFic Novel

Our Mc is someone who is tired of life on earth, though he still wishes for a life he can enjoy. Before his death he wishes that he could live "no matter what." This is the story of that wish being granted.

Marked at birth. Blessed with the Transparent World. Wielder of Sun Breathing reborn. After losing everything to demons, Kazuki joins the Demon Slayer Corps under the Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku. A descendant of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, he forges his own path—and his own blade. This time, even Muzan Kibutsuji will know fear.

Please note: The synopsis is inadequate, so please read the main text! Jiang Luoxue, a special agent from the 23rd century, was stunningly beautiful with impeccable marksmanship and outstanding medical and poison skills. While returning from a mission, she encountered a plane crash and transmigrated into the neglected legitimate daughter of a Minister's household in the Yunqi Dynasty. Upon arrival, she was drugged with a potent aphrodisiac and pursued by bandits. After a desperate fight to eliminate them, she fell off a cliff, believing she was going to die. Fortunately, she had a fortuitous encounter at the bottom of the cliff. Heh! Since she didn't die, it was time for others to face misfortune. She cursed her heartless father, beat her hypocritically kind and venomous stepmother, spanked the stepsister who stole her fiancé, emptied the family’s storerooms, and then ruined their reputations, ensuring they got a lifetime tour of prison. Ye Xuanchen, the Great General of the Yunqi Dynasty, was exceedingly handsome and skilled in martial arts. While fighting the enemy, he was ambushed and poisoned with the Fiery Charm Toxin. Every mid-month, his meridians would become turbulent, causing him intense pain. As someone who avoided women, he had to soak in the Ice Pool to alleviate his suffering. On this day, at the height of his internal struggle, facing a woman who fell from the sky, he mistook her for a spy sent by the enemy nation. The moment Jiang Luoxue saw the naked man in the water:

Do you still remember, Katharina?" he whispered to the empty darkness. "huh maybe not You looked so terrified then." He laughed, a dry, rattling sound. He stood up, shaking off the debris of a decade. "You thought I really want it for a quick heal, Katharina?'" He mocked his own past intensity, tracing the stone rim of his sarcophagus. "You think I’m like those common leeches out there, hiding in the sewers, afraid of a little holy water?'" He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing in dark red in the dark "No. If one of them even touched a drop of this no they'll will die pathetic. But look at me Still here, Still whole." He bore his fangs feeling the power surge. "'Too pure for them. But I am a Pure-Blood vampire.'" He looked up toward the sealed entrance, where a sliver of daylight cracked through. "The False Immortality now' ends," he growled, the promise finally coming to fruition. "No more hiding in the shadows. I will walk under the sun and watch it burn everyone else to dust." He smiled, his fangs glinting. "And you... my darling will die with your whole damn empire .."

The first letter was a confession. The second reveals another piece of the past. Now Ezra must decide whether he’s solving a case or being led straight into it.

Xal needed a job. Instead, he got a death sentence in the form of a disaster named Kian. Still he agreed, because this purple-haired freak kidnapped him, 'allegedly' and mentioned the spirit that killed his sister. Khem. But, he stayed, because Kian Vaeloren burns when he heals, flinches at closed doors, and reminds him of the warmth he misses the most. As they journey across the veil between worlds, battling corrupted spirits and healing the dying, the two men uncover secrets buried in the ruins of their pasts and build a deeper friendship than either of them expects. When Khem’s true plan begins to unfold, Xal and Kian must choose between justice, vengeance, and sacrifice.

In a city shattered by war, where silence weighs heavier than gunfire, two musicians discover each other in the ruins. Elena, a violinist whose music carries the ache of survival, and Adrian, a composer haunted by loss, begin to craft a symphony together — a fragile masterpiece born from ashes. Their secret collaboration becomes more than music: it is love, rebellion, and hope against a world determined to erase beauty. Each note they write binds them closer, yet every day brings new dangers — betrayal, sacrifice, and choices that threaten to tear them apart. As the unfinished symphony grows, so does the intensity of their bond. But in a place where art is forbidden and love is perilous, their creation becomes both a sanctuary and a curse. The Last Symphony is a sweeping tale of passion and resilience, where music becomes the language of forbidden love and the echo of survival. It asks: Can beauty endure in the face of destruction? Can love outlast war?

When Felicia woke up that fateful morning, she never expected to wake up to the apocalypse itself. Like everyone else, she was caught off guard, overrun, torn apart, and added to the growing pile of the dead. Except… Felicia didn’t stay dead. In a twist straight out of a cliché anime plot, her awakened Talent dragged her back, just not as human. She rose again as a zombie, mind intact, and permanently cut off from the world she used to belong to. Now, stranded between monster and person, Felicia is trying to carve out something resembling a normal life, while managing a growing horde of zombies and friends. Meanwhile, the rest of the world has bigger problems. Because according to the few remaining seers, prophets and awakened analysts, humanity has roughly twenty years before the planet is completely swallowed by an unstoppable tide of the undead.

Rating: 18+ | Dark Fantasy | Psychological and Physical Violence On the Island of Kugutsu, every soul has a price. Creatures known as Kugutsus are forged from the soul-fragments of pain, faith, and power. Ancient seals control them, but not every prison is eternal. Yuzuki, an exile marked by secrets, and Akari, a young girl whose blood holds a forbidden power, escape the island in search of freedom. Yet beyond its shores, they discover a continent corrupted by slavery, twisted faith rituals, and churches that use children as sacrifice. Demons are weapons. Hope is a shell. And the fall... has already begun. This is the birth of the Trinity.The awakening of what has been sealed for centuries. The beginning of chaos. New chapters published every day.