supernatural

If you are too far above the average, the world will try to correct you. [ The rule of averages ] It was something he lived by all his life. Don't try to look unordinary; keep your head down, and when a cowl comes to your city, don't try to be a hero and save everyone; just remain part of the crowd as one of the unfortunate bystanders who are affected by a crazed person's ambition. He called it The Rule of Averages, a quiet law of the world that pulled down anything that decided to rise a little too high. So for that reason, he never arose or attempted to rise beyond what he was physically, financially, and magically gifted with from birth. And perhaps that was a good thing for everybody around him, but now the world seems to be persistent in pulling him into events that he never asked for, and unexplained murders and missing persons' reports have begun to pile up. And at the center of the conspiracy is himself. The bystander effect is beginning to wear off, and the world has started to notice. _______ warning: This is a very graphic novel, and it is a bit of a slow burn. However, the graphic elements are mainly toned down a bit, but it still carries a lot of dark elements and even triggering ones that most audiences might like or may probably have a negative response to, so beware.

One ancient one-sided feud. One unshakeable bond. Artemis Silverfang is a strong and independent tiger shifter. A solitary survivor who answers to no one. She has spent years navigating the harshest wilderness, relying on nothing but her strength and razor-sharp wits to keep herself alive. She never expected that her life was about to change when she unknowingly walked into a wolf pack's territory. She doesn't need a pack, and she certainly doesn't need an Alpha, even if that Alpha is her fated mate. Kayden Silvermoon is a powerful and compassionate Alpha of the ancient Shadow Moon pack. Kayden has sworn to protect everyone in his pack, no matter what the threat might be. Even if that threat is a tiger shifter, their mortal enemy. When a trespasser enters his territory, he is ready for a fight. He isn't ready for the soul-shattering realization that the intruder is his mate. Artemis refuses to submit, challenging his authority at every turn, even as the bond between them burns hot enough to consume them both. As Artemis's dark past begins to catch up with her and ancient Greek lore holds a deadly twist that could very well threaten their very lives. Can a tiger and a wolf rewrite their uncertain destinies?

I was there when the realm of earth and sky was formed from the remaining fragments of true darkness... I was also there to witness the eventual fall of the earth and sky. Miraculously, worlds were born from nothingness and dimensions started to cross paths... eventually, it became the very traces leading to the unknown. Only Zeus can stop it.

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

Lo Quen was in his dorm room playing League of Legends, jungling with Shyvana, when he was suddenly transported into the world of Game of Thrones. There, he became Gerion Lannister’s ceremonial slave and was taken into the ruins of Valyria. In that moment of despair, he obtained the True Dragon System, which granted him the power to transform into a dragon. With it, he made a narrow escape from the Valyrian ruins and stepped onto the grand stage of A Song of Ice and Fire. Years later, the world stood united. No longer a humble slave, he was crowned with the blood of the True Dragon and honored with the titles: Conqueror of the World, Dragonlord, Emperor of the Great Empire of the Dawn, God-Emperor of Yiti, and the sole rightful ruler and guardian of Essos, Westeros, and Sothoryos. From the ashes of Valyria to the heights of supremacy, this is the epic of a mortal who became a dragon and conquered the world.

A thousands-strong army of Christians is sent to a faraway land known as Eostia. Their leader, Haru, the Duke of Whirlingpool, witnesses the evil and scum that is the Black Dogs and vows to slaughter every single one in the name of god. (A non smut Kuroinu fic. Plus minor crossover with other series.)

In a world where gods once waged war across the constellations, the balance of life hangs by a thread. Humanity lives in the shadow of forgotten powers, and monsters born of corruption prey upon the weak. Aaron Yaghan, once an ordinary F-rank—until the day he inherited the essence of a fallen hero, the first man Adaman. With this gift came a terrible burden: the power to grow beyond limits, to absorb strength, and to wield abilities no mortal should command. But power alone cannot protect the heart. Pulled into mysterious rifts, hunted by unseen enemies, and bound to a world of gods, Aaron must navigate a treacherous path where every choice carries weight. Each battle brings him closer to mastery, yet every victory exacts a cost, testing his morality, his sanity, and the very meaning of humanity. Amid the chaos, there are fleeting moments of light—friendship, trust, and the fragile warmth of love. But even those are threatened by forces that would see the world consumed: Hagon, the Primordial God of Corruption, whose reach defies death, time, and reason. Aaron’s journey is one of blood, tears, and endless struggle—a fight not only for survival but for the legacy of those who came before him. Will he rise as the savior of mankind, or will the shadows of the past claim him as their heir? In a world where the gods have left their mark, the descendant of the first man carries the weight of destiny… and the heartbreak of a world that may never be free.

He had thought he had finally reached peace. But when faced with a disaster he could not comprehend, Oren realized it was not peace waiting for him, but death. In desperation, he pulled on his anchor, escaping certain death. The anchor did not return him "home," nor did it grant him safety. Instead, it dragged him downward and cast him into a cursed world. He fell from the clouds and crashed into a lone house on the distant outskirts of a great city. He survived but at a cost. Cursed by the very world he had trespassed upon, Oren awakened there as something he had never been before. Stripped of what he once was, he was forced to walk the world and flourish as something painfully fragile, slowly reclaiming what had been taken from him.

Kyle. A boy worn thin by expectations that were never truly his own. Misunderstood, overestimated, and exhausted from a lifetime spent pleasing everyone but himself. After graduation, he leaves behind his quiet countryside home, hoping a distant university might finally offer him peace. Instead, the city offers him something far stranger than loneliness. Waiting inside the house meant to be his new start is a girl he has never met-serene, unfamiliar, and fundamentally wrong in ways he can't quite name. She doesn't feel human. And she isn't very good at pretending to be. She asks if she can live with him. Reluctant, and too kind to refuse, Kyle agrees-unaware that he has just welcomed into his life something far older and far greater than he could possibly understand. She is not merely otherworldly. She is an existence that should not care about human hearts at all. An Outer God wearing a fragile disguise, observing a species she was never meant to touch. Yet he fascinates her. Beneath his calm exterior is a boy shaped by a past that taught him to distrust affection, to measure love as obligation, and to fear what it might demand of him in return. His brokenness is not something Anathasia was prepared for, nor something her kind was ever meant to encounter. As she watches him, studies him, and begins to feel, the boundary between observer and participant begins to erode. What begins as quiet cohabitation becomes something far more dangerous. Will their impossible bond heal the wounds Kyle tried so desperately to bury, or will it awaken emotions in both of them that neither of their worlds will allow to exist? [DISCLAIMER] This is a work of fiction set in a version of modern-day Earth. While real-world locations, historical events, cultures, and mythologies may be referenced, they are depicted in a fictionalized manner for storytelling purposes. All characters, interpretations, and narratives are products of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, beyond historical figures, is purely coincidental.

A soul from Earth transmigrates into the Southern Border’s Black Blood Stockade. No system, no cheats, only the memories of the survival laws from the world of Reverend Insanity. Lin Mu, with only B-grade aptitude, knows he is but a moth to the flame in this cruel world. To reach the peak, he must become more ruthless than the demonic path and more hypocritical than the righteous path. He starts by intercepting the legendary Liquor Worm, the very treasure that began Fang Yuan's legend. In this world, there is no right or wrong, only benefits. Follow Lin Mu as he uses his knowledge of the future to refine the world itself into his own blood-colored path. What to Expect: 1.ruthless MC: No harem, no romance, only benefits. 2.Deep Schemes: High-IQ battles and cold-blooded survival. 3.Daily Updates: At least 1 chapter every day! Author’s Note (Originality & Translation): This is a work of fanfiction inspired by Reverend Insanity. The plot and original characters are created by me. I utilize AI tools for translation and localizing the prose to ensure the best "RI style" reading experience. Read up to 5 Chapters Ahead on Patreon: https://patreon.com/yokocat0618

Zekai is twenty-two and has already decided that life is meaningless. He has no job, no ambition, and no interest in the future. While others chase purpose, he watches from the sidelines, convinced that the world runs on illusions people are too afraid to question. Then his grandfather dies during a circus performance. The death is ruled an accident. The silence afterward is not. Something is left behind—something old, something deliberate. From that moment, Zekai begins to notice what others cannot: patterns beneath coincidence, intent behind tragedy, and a presence that seems amused by his existence. The city changes around him. Crimes grow stranger. People disappear without explanation. Whispers spread of a figure who appears in moments of fear—part savior, part nightmare. Zekai does not seek to become anything. He only reacts. Yet the more he intervenes, the more the world pushes back. Every choice carries consequences he cannot escape. Every step forward reveals another layer of truth he was never meant to see. Some paths offer power. Some demand sacrifice. Some do not allow turning back. As Zekai is pulled deeper into a hidden side of the city—where justice, guilt, desire, and fate collide—he is forced to confront a question no one can answer for him: Is freedom something you choose… or something taken from you the moment you play along? Because this story is not about destiny fulfilled. It is about what remains when the final number is reached— 22.

He joined a mysterious organisation in order to find answers about his transmigration but it was wiped out by another unknown organisation and he died. But he wake up to find a mysterious power within him.

Born in the shadow of a dying throne, Aram never sought power… but power found him. The ancient kingdom of Saba is collapsing under hidden betrayals, corrupted alliances, and a ruler who wears the crown of a king while serving darker masters. When Aram is dragged into a failed uprising, he becomes the final living thread connecting Saba to an ancient covenant between humans and jinn — a covenant meant to keep the world in balance. Hunted by kings, watched by demons, and betrayed by those he once trusted, Aram must cross forbidden deserts, living mountains, and forgotten cities where entire civilizations were erased rather than defeated. He is not a chosen hero. He is not immune to fear. He is not destined for victory. But he is the one who still stands. As bloodlines awaken and ancient seals begin to break, Aram discovers that the true war is not for the throne… It is for the right to decide who controls fate itself. Aram – Heir of Saba is an epic fantasy saga of political intrigue, ancient magic, brutal choices, and a man who must decide whether saving the world is worth losing everything he loves.

Marcus Goldman, an Inventor and Engineer wakes up in a body of the Black Prince, Lelouch vi Britannia. Forget about Zero Requiem, we are conquering the Stars themselves! Well, Sh1t gets real. Why you need Geass when you can make Weapons of Mass Destruction in form of Mobile Suits?

Some masks are chosen. Others are inherited. And some were never meant to fit at all.

Rowan Blackwood just wants to survive the night shift at The Hollow Crown diner. She's got £34k in student debt, a lease she can barely afford, and a strict policy of not asking questions about the regulars. Then Caelan Vane sits down at table four and orders nothing. He's been coming for three weeks. He never eats. And somehow, Ro can't look away. When she discovers the diner sits on a ley line crossing — and that she's just inherited the role of Keeper binding the fae courts to an ancient truce — her carefully boring life is over. The fae are real. The threat is escalating. And the infuriating, cryptic man who won't use contractions might be the only one who can help her survive it. If she can stop wanting to throw him out first.

Not everyone is interested in saving the world, and not everyone is expected to fall in love. ☆ When Xueyao, the weakest blue dragon you can think of — is burdened with saving the Immortal Realm after crash-landing into an ancient god, a Black Dragon with the most arrogant and dismissive attitude more suited for a demon, and is proclaimed his tribulation guardian, she must either become a hero… or die trying. He avoided his responsibilities for one hundred thousand years, ushering in an apocalypse that he and his chosen must now wrestle through five deadly tribulations to stop. But maybe not every immortal is content living in a world without fire and brimstone. Slaying dimensional beasts and uncovering ancient secrets alongside forgotten memories, love or romance should have no place in the quest to save a doomed world. Or so they thought. Watch as a weak immortal dragon fights to save the world, and an irresponsible god, believed to be beyond saving, struggles to protect the one thing he cares for the most. ☆ ‎ ‎A tragic Xianxia romance of dragons, gods, and mortals, where love itself becomes the ultimate tribulation. ☆☆☆☆ | daily updates is promised!| | and lots of exciting divine drama and romance awaits you, come have a look! |

Behind the Wall, humanity lives on borrowed years. The calendar counts down. When it hits 0, the human world gets erased—no last stand, no second chance. The only way to buy time is to send crews through the Gates into the Beyond, a boundless outside world where air can turn to poison, distance can lie, and Conjuring Icons wear roles like masks—The Maid, The Painter, The Joker—each with rules that kill you faster than claws ever could. Hidden across that endless territory are Points, ancient structures that hold “years” inside their cores. Bring one back and the countdown jumps upward. Fail, and the world bleeds closer to doom. Desto Sinfall and Tristo Virtuoso are sixteen—two kids from the same block stepping into merc school because surviving inside isn’t enough anymore. Draco Black Iris joins them, a smiling coward with something wrong behind his eyes. Far from their lives, an 18-year-old hitman called Diablo walks alone, carrying a demon-interest he never asked for. And on their street, a loud, shameless priest named Link runs a small church and a stolen street sign—just a neighborhood clown… unless the laughter stops. Outside, power is real and unowned. You can earn it. You can steal it. You can become something that no longer fits inside the word “human.” Because in a world built on time debt, ownership ends here.