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mark by the grim reaper’s blade

life hasn’t always been easy on me, my name well been long since I hear someone call me by it , shi-yoon is my name and yes I’ve been born to Korea been living with my mother and sisters , I don’t have a dad he mysteriously disappeared a certain night leaving me and mother alone at that time I was just seven years old and well my little sister was just one month old and I thought that everything will go well but my life got hell when I got on grade 8 , I got bullied and stepped by , but I didn’t want to cause mother more pain so I keep quiet about my wounds and pain that wasn’t going so bad ,not until I wake up in the middle of the night feeling a dry throat I decided to go drink water I saw mother had fall asleep to the living room couch…again, I simply cover her and my sister, when I look up I saw a news report about dimensions portal find behind a mountain waterfall but I shut the tv and goes drink water. but ever since no one life was the same every day was torture, neither I could understand it, the neighbor would wake up crying that they lose their most younger child or their mother, I got scare but I didn’t want to think about this, after all everyone have different lives, but I regret not caring about that , during a boring afternoon I come back home through the way people push over running around and screaming i stay still , that was my house direction “ no!” I start running looking the sky was more portals “ no…no!” I run as fast as I can when I arrive at the house the scent and scene was mortifying and terrifying I feel stuck couldn’t move closer but there she was mother and sister being drag into the portal , my mother was wound and my sister crying and struggling “ but I couldn’t move!” I struggled and force my foot “ move! MOVE! SHI-YOON MOVE!” I scream internally then I start running towards them trying to grab my mother and sister’s arms “ SHI-yoon!” my mother calls out trying to grab my arms too but too late they had disappeared into the portal the only thing they had stay was my sister black bracelet and a paper from my mother’s clothes i kneel down crying my heart out until I couldn’t anymore, the only person who was there for me, the only family I had , had just disappeared in front of my eyes, I feel internally sick and broken, I couldn’t scream anymore couldn’t even think anymore, I get up and walk towards the now empty house the monster had ravaged it leaving nothing behind only a broken house I walk towards my mother’s room seeing our old family picture make me cry out again “ MOTHER! sister!” because of me…, if only I had move faster if only I had run faster I could have help them but I had just stand there. days turn into weeks and my life got out of control I had to run away each time they were a other attack I grow thin and was now the one the bullies followed and hit, I was their punching bag and nothing, then one night I had enough of everything enough of life then I went towards a deep lake I saw my mother smile on the water I hear my sister voice calling me and I tear up I just couldn’t get any more and so I walk back and then run back and jump into the water I curl in a feotus position and let the cold carry me I wanted nothing more then to sleep , then I saw it a dark eye looking me I got scare and start swimming back up but I felt tired and passed out once I wake up someone had carry me back up on earth I breath hardly trying to feel if I was alive the I saw him standing in front of me a tall dark cloud on a human form with a scythe, I close my eye “ is it my time?” I ask , he then answers no and presses a finger on my forehead it hurts , when I open my eye he wasn’t there anymore , then I get up and walk back towards my old shattered house and walk towards mothers room I found a small box and the fold paper I had left there I decided to open it and saw what was inside and it was hard to tell , a old language and letters.
Prefina_Pedro · 7.4k Views

Douluo: The Supreme Ruler of Time

Reincarnated into the Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect era, Yin Chen initially thought that wielding a system would allow him to soar to new heights. However, the embarrassing system was quickly defeated, dying instantly. Just when he thought his life's script was completely ruined, he discovered—the system's sacrifice had granted it boundless power. Reluctantly, Yin Chen tearfully looted the system's legacy, inheriting its legacy and obtaining a time-based martial soul—Time Ruler, Istaru. From then on, the Douluo Continent's style began to collapse: while others' soul skills relied on burst damage and numerical values, his soul skills were irrational, only playing by mechanics— 【Effect Before Cause】Anchoring the future, locking the result, rewriting the past. 【Time Deletion】Deleting the process, directly reaching the result. 【Time Reset】One second critically injured and near death, the next second full of life. 【Time Phase】Your soul skills are devastating, sorry, my true form exists in the past and future; if you're so capable, come and fight me along the timeline. There were no ferocious soul power values, no cool ring-exploding effects, but when Yin Chen smiled and raised his hand, even the God King couldn't help but tremble: "This person's soul skills—how come they are all underworld mechanisms!" Yin Chen, who was known as the story king and the true lord who lived off his wife, silently looked up at the starry sky and chuckled softly: "Without a system, I am still invincible in the world."
OPPLUS · 10.2k Views

Beneath His Skin

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Stephie_writes · 1.2k Views

the cynic and the crimson king

our dear , King Ignis, the Dragon King, has grown weary of the political drama in the supernatural realm. On a whim, he decides to "slum it" among the humans, where society has recently been shaken by the emergence of Shifters—humans born with animal traits like cat ears, fox tails, or wolf fangs, and the ability to partially or fully transform. Ignis finds himself drawn to a small, unremarkable university student named Kaelan. Kaelan is painfully quiet, utterly unflappable, and possesses a fascinating, almost aggressive cynicism. Despite the undeniable evidence of Shifters walking the campus, Kaelan refuses to believe in anything magical, supernatural, or even slightly extraordinary. He views the Shifter phenomenon as an elaborate, frankly gross, mass delusion, responding to any mention of it with a derisive snort and an epic eye-roll. However, this calm exterior hides an easy irritation, a surprisingly short temper, and a fierce, almost foolhardy fearlessness. Ignis, amused by Kaelan’s aggressive unbelief and finding his flustered moments utterly captivating, decides he must have the human. But how does the King of Dragons prove the existence of magic to a human who thinks animal ears are just bad fashion choices, all while keeping his own colossal secret? Kaelan's refusal to believe in anything supernatural, including the six-foot-seven, unnervingly handsome, and impeccably dressed man now suddenly following him around, is proving to be Ignis's most entertaining challenge yet.
Prefina_Pedro · 15.7k Views

The Dark Heaven - Her Soul Was The Price

*This novel contains dark fantasy themes, mature romance, violence, psychological trauma, seduction, and morally complex situations. Reader discretion is advised.* My childhood was stolen by shadows, but I thought I’d finally found peace with my stepfamily—until the night monsters tore my world apart. As I lay dying on the cold asphalt, an Angel appeared with a cruel bargain: my soul for their lives. I didn't hesitate, signing the contract in my own blood. In that moment, the girl I was died, and the Secret Admiral was born—a superheroine gifted with terrifying supernatural power to hunt the darkness. But my power is a gilded cage. To keep my family safe and my abilities alive, I must remain a virgin. The contract is absolute: if I ever seek intimacy with a man, demon, or angel, my strength vanishes and my family dies. I am a masiha to the world but a ghost in my own life, forever forbidden from falling in love or building a future. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, yet I must remain eternally alone. The stakes have now turned deadly as I am hunted by Kill Wish, a fallen angel seeking the twenty-one fragments of the Body Shield to overthrow God. I realized too late that I am the ultimate prize; one of those divine shards is embedded deep within my own ribs. My soul is sold, my heart is a ticking time bomb, and I must now decide if I can master my own human hunger to defeat an army of darkness, or if the price of being the Secret Admiral will finally consume me.
Aish_Writer · 9.3k 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. ......... 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 · 12.9k Views