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Anthroblade

On their eighteenth birthday, the System appears. A private question. A personalized Trial. Survival determines everything. Those who endure awaken as Anthroblades—living weapons who manifest aura into blades forged from emotion and intent. Aura can be projected outward to cut through flesh, steel, and structure. It can be drawn inward to reinforce the body against impact. The brighter it burns, the deeper it carves. The Trials unfold inside the Crucible, a sealed dimension where the System measures perception, suffering, and restraint. Some return refined. Others never return at all. Fifty years after the first awakening, the world has reorganized itself around Blades. Nations no longer wage open war. They cultivate Anthroblades as strategic deterrents. Governments fund them. Corporations sponsor them. Wealth follows them. Each Blade awakens with a fixed Edge. Some command a single element. Some cut space and traverse vast distances. Some project aura into impenetrable force fields. Some slow time within a limited radius. Powerful. Predictable. Stable. Peace exists because every nation knows exactly what the others possess. The balance holds because no Edge evolves. Until Henry. When he survives his Trial, the System records an anomaly. His Edge sharpens through suffering. His perception deepens under pressure. His aura adapts beyond its initial parameters. He is not fixed. He is scaling. For the first time in fifty years, the System has created something it cannot fully model. And in a world where stability depends on predictable weapons— An evolving one is not an asset. It is a threat.
Toupac_Tou · 3.2k Views

The Girls Who Walk After Midnight

In the dying industrial town of Black Hollow, everyone knows the rule: If you see the girls walking after midnight — don’t look at their faces. And whatever you do, don’t follow. For decades, people have vanished on the outskirts of town — always after midnight. Always near the old rail line. The disappearances are dismissed as runaways, drug deals gone wrong, accidents. But seventeen-year-old Mara Elion knows better. When her older sister disappears after texting: “I think I saw them.” Mara begins digging into the town’s history. What she finds isn’t a ghost story — it’s a cover-up. Thirty years ago, a group of girls went missing in the same summer. The police declared them runaways. The town moved on. No bodies. No suspects. No justice. Until now. Because every midnight, figures dressed in pale dresses walk the empty roads — silent, barefoot, soaked in black water that drips without ever drying. Their faces are blurred, like memory refusing to focus. And the men who once lived in Black Hollow? The ones who were teenagers thirty years ago? They are beginning to disappear. One by one. Mara uncovers the truth: The girls were never runaways. They were hunted. Betrayed. Left for dead in the flooded quarry outside town. And something down there answered them. Now the girls walk — not as victims, not as ghosts — but as witnesses who cannot be silenced. But the horror twists deeper when Mara realizes: The girls don’t just punish the guilty. They take anyone who knew. Anyone who stayed silent. Anyone who looked away. Including her own father. And the closer Mara gets to the truth, the more the girls begin appearing to her — not threatening. Inviting. Because there’s one final secret buried in Black Hollow: There was one girl who survived the quarry that night. And she had a child.
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Unknown Ascension

This novel draws heavy inspiration from several different novels, including Shadow Slave, Lord of the Mysteries, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (Tensura), and others. These stories have helped shape the tone, pacing, and complexity of the world I’ve created—one filled with mystery, and transformation. Our protagonist is Krova Astris, known more casually as Kastis. He was once an ordinary man living an ordinary life—until he wasn’t. Orphaned at a young age, he lived alone on the streets until he was ten, when he was adopted by a Japanese mother and a Pakistani father. For the first time, he felt what it meant to have a home. His life unfolded quietly and steadily from there. At thirty, he fell in love with Ariel, his childhood friend who had also been adopted and raised apart from him—but never truly separated. A year into their relationship, they married. A few months later, their daughter, Estelle, was born. Kastis had everything he ever wanted… and then it was taken from him. When Estelle was just three years old, Kastis was killed under mysterious circumstances—and transported to another world. That world is Mistale, a parallel realm that exists alongside Earth. In the ancient ruinic tongue of that world, Mistale means First or Ruins. It is a place marked by forgotten history, deep power, and a fractured reality—where souls can evolve, but only through unimaginable trials. Kastis does not have a fixed personality. His experiences—both in life and after death—shaped him into someone constantly shifting, growing, unraveling. The man he once was was deeply cautious, reserved, and quietly humorous. But the man he is becoming? That’s something even he doesn’t yet understand. On the surface, he carries a relaxed, almost indifferent mask. But beneath it lies unprocessed grief, dormant rage, and a pain so sharp it threatens to define him. Even his name reflects this duality. The name Krova is a subtle variation on the Russian word krov’, meaning “blood”—a nod to his hidden lineage and the legacy that binds him to the ancient powers of Mistale. Astris, meanwhile, is loosely inspired by French linguistic roots, lending a sense of elegance and celestial significance. Together, the name becomes a symbol: of blood and stars, destiny. This is Kastis’s story. A journey through pain, power, illusion, and identity. And it has only just begun.
Kast_Mystery · 22.7k Views