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A furious monster broke out of the canalization. Cars were flying. People were dying, and all Lily could do was hide and watch. She was only ten years old when a seven-foot devil slaughtered her family right in front of her. Years after the incident Lily joined the newly founded Monster Prevention Program. She trained hard to become a monster hunter, one of the best humanity has ever seen. Her talent borders on terrifying. Her discipline borders on self-destruction. Everything seems to line up, except for one thing Lily cannot explain. Something she refuses to name. As the line between monster and human begins to blur, Lily learns that the most dangerous question is not what the Monsters Rule is, but where it truly applies.

Reborn as a mortal, Lin Ye, a former Heaven General, abandons the path of glory to walk the forbidden Demon Path. With only his mind and centuries of knowledge, he manipulates the invisible ledger of the world, subtly bending fates without a single strike. Shadows stir, rivals watch, and the ledger itself quivers—one man’s quiet strategy may change the fate of all.

When a devoted fan of A Song of Ice and Fire opened his eyes, he found himself standing in Westeros. Not as a king. Not as a lord. He became Suleiman, a nameless minor knight under the impoverished Daddings family, living by the muddy lower reaches of the Green Fork in the Riverlands. No gold. No soldiers. No influence. The family ruled over barely fifty peasants and held a status so low they were nothing more than silent figures in the corners of noble banquets. Before him stood the crushing weight of eight thousand years of aristocratic hierarchy. Yet in a land torn by war and shifting tides, this outsider from another world began his climb. From the mockery of “Sir Stinky Castle” on the edge of a swamp… to the throne of the Trident itself. In Westeros, even the smallest pawn can become a king.

[MATURE CONTENT] Once, there was the Red Phoenix. It had suffered for an eternity, but the time had come to eradicate the pain. The Red Phoenix sought to destroy its agony with love, until that very love destroyed it in turn. Once, there was a little girl. She never knew what she was, but she was destined to find out. She shattered her ignorance with another world, until that world shattered her. A God loved a lost red-haired girl. A demon loved a Goddess who claimed she wasn’t lost, even as she wandered. But love was not the solution to everything. For He enjoyed testing great loves with chaos. There had to be war. Bodies were meant to be slick with blood and sweat. Hearts were destined to break. Because He knew that hands accustomed to holding roses would suffer gravely when forced to hold a sword. "The Red Phoenix has risen; the Black Phoenix shall fall. I offer you two loves: one to glorify, the other to humiliate. You will play your part, yet you will never know. You won’t know that the love you insulted fought for people like you. You won’t know the girl who fought and lost that love. None of you will ever know the girl stabbed by the very love she felt. But they will know. And they will regret releasing the beast."

The sun is gone. No blaze, no warmth, only a world stuck in a bruised, dying twilight. Humanity survives in fragments, hiding in the skeletons of old cities while the Mawed roam outside. They were once people, now hollowed out by the dark and reshaped into predators that shouldn’t exist. But even they aren’t the worst thing out there. Hanging over reality like a cracked mirror is the Twilight Veil, a tear that can swallow you without warning. Inside it, time bends, rules dissolve, and something ancient gnaws at your soul. Survive that place and you don’t come back normal. You return with Authority, a mark burned into your essence, a small, terrifying power that lets you impose a single idea onto the chaos. Most people don’t come back at all. Lucian Ravenshade never asked for any of this. He grew up in the gutters, learned to live by keeping his head down, learned to survive by being invisible. But the Veil didn’t care about his plans. It dragged him in, chewed through his sanity, and spat him back out changed. Something now lives inside him, a quiet, resonant power that feels like a rule written into his bones, waiting to be spoken. But the Veil isn’t finished with him. It keeps dragging him back. Every return throws him into new nightmares, shifting landscapes, impossible logic, things with too many eyes and voices full of hunger. And every time he survives, that strange authority inside him sharpens, strengthens, and grows harder to control. To outlast the Mawed in the streets, Lucian must master what the Veil carved into him. To survive the Veil, he’ll have to become something the streets would run from. Two collapsing fronts. One dying world. And the faint, dangerous pulse of a power inside him, the only thing sharp enough to cut a path through a reality designed to erase all paths.

After a devastating crash that should have ended his life, Pondaru Yamada wakes up in a body that isn’t fully his own—an unnervingly perfect shell branded with the mark of Project N4O-CHI, a blacksite program that erases humans and rebuilds them as living pleasure dolls. But Pondaru isn’t like the others. He bleeds. He hurts. He remembers things automaton like him shouldn't be capable of. Stripped of his old world, Pondaru finds himself in a decayed cyberpunk underworld where neon lights hide cruelty, androids are discarded like broken toys, and survival often means losing the last pieces of your humanity. Torn between the twisted kindness of a group of mercenary misfits and the looming shadow of the corporation that made him, Pondaru must navigate a world of lust, violence, and identity crisis—where every choice brings him closer to either reclaiming who he is, or becoming the product he was designed to be. In a city that devours the weak and worships desire, a place where compromise does not exist, one thought haunts him above all: If I bleed… then I must still be real…Right?

In a family where silence is tradition and endurance is praised as strength, one death exposes a truth no one wants to face: some people are born to carry what others refuse to name. When the narrator returns to her grandmother’s house for a funeral, she begins to notice what has always been there - patterns of quiet suffering, inherited fear, and a cycle that produces “strong” people who quietly disappear. As buried memories surface and unspoken rules tighten their grip, she realizes that this family does not heal. It absorbs. It survives by sacrificing its most honest members. As the weight of inherited pain presses closer to the next generation, she faces an impossible choice: protect the story that has held the family together, or break it and become the villain everyone will remember.

In the wake of the God Valley Incident, Kael is left damaged. Rescued by his brother in arms Ensign Drax. Later eating something he likely should not have. Kael is subsequently brought into the heart of a place he should not be, with a falsified identity which he should not have. To hide a terrifying truth.. That he is the wielder of a power which harnesses an uncontrolled Neurotoxin.. A substance similar to Mercury.

Born to a crown she never wanted. Bound to a legacy she refuses to obey. As the king's illegitimate daughter, her bloodline is his curse - one forged in secrets, violence, and hidden bones. Princess Valerie Aurum Kryon Bonesses has spent her life in the shadow of a heartbroken king who would rather see her perfect and buried than just and crowned. But when Valerie is thrust into a war for a throne built on cruelty, she discovers that some legacies are not inherited... they are conquered. As she uncovers the horrors her family hides behind gilded walls, she vows to expose every secret - even if it means tearing her kingdom apart. Her rebellion will shatter a dynasty. Her mercy will forge a new kingdom. In a realm where heirs are broken to prove their worth, Valerie must decide: become the monster her family made... or destroy the crown that created them. The bones of the royal family are cracking - and a new queen will rise from the ruins. @All Rights Reserved

The apocalypse didn’t destroy the world. It erased knowledge. Civilization collapsed, magic replaced science, and monsters inherited the land. Humanity survived—but only barely. I was reborn into that world. I learned quickly that power here is inefficient, fragmented, and fundamentally flawed. Mages store mana in fragile circles. Aura users flood their bodies without understanding control. I chose a different path. I connected mind, heart, and core into a single system—Arcane Soul—and built Chessmaster, an operating system designed to treat reality like a board and every conflict like a game of strategy. Gravity answers my calculations. Flesh obeys my intent. Magic bends when properly optimized. Then I made one mistake. A ritual went wrong. My memories shattered. I woke up surrounded by corpses, blood on my hands, and consequences I couldn’t remember creating. Now I move forward carefully. This world is full of gods, monsters, academies, and ancient entities pretending they can’t die. They believe power is about talent, lineage, or destiny. They are wrong. I don’t need destiny. I only need time.

For the last 10,000 years, endless blood has been shed throughout the world. Men slaughtered, people in the wastelands starved, and families homes burned to ashes. Those deemed expendable by the Empire can only expect death as their fate. Eirian swears that he will not suffer the same demise his father did. He earns a place at the Lune Academy, a prestigious school for high-end nobles where he begins his studies in hopes for a better life. His dream are crushed when the second awakening comes upon the world, abruptly sending it into a new age of war. He realizes that he will never know peace—unless he creates it himself.

In a world divided between the dregs and the privileged, the only thing that equalizes everyone is the violence of their end. Bone discovered this when a beam crushed him. Instead of death, he found a Sister—a weapon born from a sacrilege and a pact: to become a Hunter of Rosse-Sangue. In this mirrored dimension, ruled by bloodshed, nightmare creatures await. Progress is measured in kilos of flesh and recorded on papers vomited by a rat. The reward is living one more day. The penalty is a fate worse than death. To survive, Bone must embrace the skill he hates the most: violence. As he unravels the secrets of a sky pregnant with horrors, he will face the hardest

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● My tears fell in silence, without even daring to sob… until his tall shadow fell across the threshold. He stepped inside. Slowly. Heavily. His eyes… locked onto mine. The same eyes people said carried the scent of blood, burdened with a dark and haunted past. I was afraid of him… everyone was afraid of him. And yet, I was certain that behind that predatory gaze, another truth existed. His fingers, trembling with hesitation, reached for my face. His touch was so gentle that it was hard to believe those same hands had once clenched the cold hilt of a Jiàn (剑), [a double-edged Chinese sword]. He stared into my eyes… but he did not see me. I could sense it. His gaze passed straight through me. With longing, he pulled me against his chest, as though he wished to chain my soul to his own. That was when I heard it; the fierce, thunderous beat of his heart beside my ear. My fear dissolved. I was calm. I clutched at his clothes and found stillness in the chill of his embrace... in the arms of the devil! He carried secrets too heavy for the earth to bury, and perhaps some men are better left forgotten!

In the ancient world of Nophilis, where kingdoms rise on steel and fall in fire, strength is the only law that holds meaning. Clans rule the continents like living empires—each with their own martial traditions, sacred blades, and brutal codes of honor. Among them, none were feared or respected more than the Yagurah, the shadow-forged swordsmen whose discipline shaped centuries of warfare. But in one night of treachery and bloodshed, the Yagurah are wiped from existence. At just seven years old, Aldrich Yagurah watches the rival clans Varkonn and Saelari slaughter his entire family—his father, mother, and older sister—leaving him alive only to break him. Instead, their cruelty forges something far more dangerous. In the ashes of his home, clinging to the legendary sword his father created, Aldrich swears an oath of vengeance so fierce it shakes the night itself. Saved only by Eldran “Iron Spine” Yagurah, the clan’s last surviving elder—an aging warrior who lost his right arm protecting the gate—Aldrich is taken deep into Hollowdene Forest, a lawless, monstrous territory where dragons, ogres, griffins, crocotta packs, and other medieval beasts roam freely. There, in the heart of danger, a new legacy begins. Eldran builds a home in the center of the wilds and begins to forge Aldrich the same way Yagurah blades were forged for generations: through pressure, pain, and relentless discipline. With no magic and no divine gifts—only swordsmanship, martial arts, raw will, and human strength—Aldrich endures brutal training, hunts beasts that could crush kingdoms, and grows stronger with each scar. But vengeance is not simply killing his clan’s enemies. To uphold his oath, Aldrich must rise above them— outthink the Saelari, outlast the Varkonn, and surpass even the ancient warriors whose blood he carries. From the ashes of the fallen Yagurah, a new storm is coming. A storm that kneels before no king. A storm born from grief, raised by fire, and sharpened by monsters. His name is Aldrich Yagurah— and the world of Nophilis will soon know the fury he carries.

The iron in Syzespol is rotting, and the city has finally started to scream. ​Vargas is a man dragging a corpse of a life through the acidic filth of the Lower District. He’s held together by a 'Hip Clock'—a jagged piece of machinery jammed into his pelvis that grinds bone into powder every time he moves. He isn't just running for his life; he’s fighting for a son who is becoming a stranger. Brant’s skin is turning into clicking, oily plates, and his heartbeat has been replaced by the cold, rhythmic hum of an engine. The boy’s eyes don't see a father anymore; they only reflect the predatory hunger of the Grey Marshes. ​Old prisons are breathing again. Hunters are stalking the fog. As they descend toward the rusted spires where the air tastes like ammonia and burnt grease, Vargas faces a jagged, ugly truth: you can patch up the flesh, but you can’t save the soul. In a city built on the bones of the weak, the Industrial Furnace is always hungry. ​When they reach the bottom, the question isn’t who will survive—it’s whether anything human will be left to stand.

In Elyria, a planet where 1000 fragile moons orbit the sky like eggs of sleeping gods, a mistake could crack one of them and destroy entire continents. Abraham, an ordinary young orphan with a pathetic power level, lost everything in his childhood: his parents in a lunar crack, his grandmother and brother murdered by a Shadowhunter. Rescued by Mahina Yoshida, who became his adoptive mother, he vowed never to be weak again.

One hundred and twenty years ago, the world ended. Not with fire or war, but with the arrival of a unknown god. No one knows where it came from, nor why it descended upon Earth. Only that its presence twisted reality, birthing countless abominations that poured across the planet and wiped out nearly half of humanity in a matter of years. Entire continents fell silent. Cities became graveyards. Civilization stagnated as survival became the only law. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the god vanished. What it left behind was a broken world. Sixty percent of Earth is now a forbidden land– infested with monsters, warped ecosystems, and ruins filled with relics far more dangerous than any beast. Humanity has survived through bloodshed and evolution all while relying on a new hope: awakened individuals who manifest supernatural abilities and grow stronger by facing the horrors beyond the walls. Everyone has their own path to power. Some train. Some inherit bloodlines. Some Through Trial and error. Eli is no different. After a near-fatal encounter, the protagonist discovers his own Legacy– his very own Power. As he studies his own power throughout the story, he finds fragments scattered throughout the ruins. Objects that resonate with his very existence. By absorbing them, his Body, Mind and Soul mutates to something... forbidden. His strength grows unnaturally, defying established limits and knowledge. Yet with every fragment he claims, the world seems to react. Nightmares intensify. Monsters grow restless. Ancient ruins awaken. Unbeknownst to him, these fragments are not relics of the old world, nor remnants of lost technology. They're something far worse, holding the power to end what the Unknown God had started. And the more fragments he gathers, the closer he comes to completing something that should never exist again. In the end, Eli walks a dangerous path– one that blurs the line between savior and harbinger of ruin. For in a world built upon the wrath of a unknown god, the greatest threat may not be the monsters lurking in the dark… …but the heir unknowingly destined to bring godfall to its end.

Westeros is a graveyard for heroes. It’s time for a professional to take the throne. Reborn into the brutal world of the Seven Kingdoms, he wakes up with two things no one else has: a modern mind and knowledge of the bloody future. He knows the Starks are doomed by their honor. He knows the Lannisters are rotting from the inside. And he knows that while the great houses play their petty games for an uncomfortable iron chair, an army of the dead is marching to kill them all. He isn't here to play the Game of Thrones. He’s here to break it. Armed with foresight and ruthless determination, he will forge a new path through the chaos. He will unite the realm—whether by diplomacy, gold, or fire and blood. The winter is coming, but so is he. The Seven Kingdoms don't need another schemer. They need the True King.

In the year 1484 of the Sea Circle Calendar, Sidilir Oran, a pirate from Piltover, set sail into uncharted waters. That day became a turning point for the world—because with his arrival, the seas would never be the same. From the Project Universe codenamed Jin-Shiki, to the Tyrant Universe known as Warhammer-Oz… from Piltover’s Hextech armor to Zaun’s alchemical elixirs… even a clone of Charlotte Linlin has appeared on these seas. Here, dreams shatter the walls between worlds. Valoran technology collides with Devil Fruits, forging miracles that defy reason. And as for Star Guardian Urgot… well, some creations can only be called bizarre. (One piece • Sailing • Valoran • League of Legends) ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/DaoistRoeoNQ

Daemon Blackfyre, the legendary rebel who tried to seize the Iron Throne, dies in a hail of arrows—only to wake up 100 years in the past. It’s 97 AC. The Targaryen dynasty is at its absolute peak, and the devastating civil war known as the "Dance of the Dragons" hasn't happened yet. Daemon isn't a king or a conqueror here; he’s just a forgotten orphan in the royal family tree. He still has the heart of a rebel. Drawn to the most dangerous, untamable beast on Dragonstone, Daemon bonds with The Cannibal—a dragon notorious for eating its own kind. Now, armed with the wildest dragon in history and future knowledge, he stands face-to-face with his legendary ancestors: The Rogue Prince (Daemon Targaryen): Young, arrogant, and dangerous. The Old King (Jaehaerys): Crushed by the weight of the crown. Rhaenys: The Queen Who Never Was, watching with ambitious eyes. Daemon Blackfyre spent his first life trying to tear the kingdom apart. In this second life, he has to decide: Will he let the House of the Dragon burn itself to the ground as history intended, or will he use his fire to forge a new path and save his family from themselves?