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Evermore series - Book 1 The gods erased Angela Vaelis from existence. Now they're hunting her again. Angela has spent her life ignoring the cracks- the nightmares that feel too real, the missing time she can't explain, the memories that don't belong to her. Until him. Kael Enyalios doesn't meet her by chance. He appears when things go wrong-like he's been waiting for the exact moment she breaks. Watching. Protecting. Always too close. He knows when she's about to get hurt. Moves before it happens. Touches her like it's not the first time. And he refuses to tell her why. Until the truth rips through everything she thought she was. Angela isn't human. She's a goddess-one whose memories, power, and very existence were sealed away by Olympus. And her power is waking up. The gods who erased her are starting to notice. And Kael... He isn't just protecting her. He's part of what she was taken from. Bound to her by something older than memory. More dangerous than fate. When a vision drags Angela into a realm she was never meant to touch, she learns exactly how far Olympus will go to keep her contained. Because if she remembers who she really is- the gods don't just lose. They fall.

Pan's Laboratory is a collection of original myths, dark, atmospheric, and rooted in ancient wild magic. Updated weekly.

Pak Sang Eun, a 27-year-old Korean amateur journalist sent by the Emperor Heonan of the Silla kingdom, in the pursuit of exploring new worlds. After his successful journey in the Rus land of the Rus Vikings for 5 years, he was returning to his homeland of Korea.

A SHORT STORY COLLECTION A woman wakes up alone in a strange forest, but it may be more familiar than she thinks... In a post apocalyptic world, not even gods are safe from dying. Fairytale-like lives aren't always what they seem to be, and a woman discovers there are worse things than dying.

A man wakes up from a coma only to find out his world has been cursed, they call it the bloodless night, it makes people crazy, or would simply make them monsters, the man's job is to end the bloodless night and save the world.

There exists things, ancient things, that long had survived humanity's own existence. Then there some things that dates back even beyond our own universe. This is exactly the sort of curiosities that drives archeologist Elias Stone. Discovering, understanding, and unbinding the very enigma of existence is what brought Elais to the Arketan ruins. There he will unravel a dangerous secret beyond anything he could ever have imagined, something people would gladly kill to gain.

The Foundation has contained gods before. This one was never meant to be understood. When the SCP Foundation exhausts every scientific model, every memetic safeguard, and every containment protocol, they turn to something older. They turn to Lord Blackwood. Summoned as an external consultant, Blackwood is asked to accompany a classified research team investigating SCP-001-an entity buried beneath conflicting records, fractured myths, and deliberate misinformation. Known in suppressed texts as the Scarlet King, SCP-001 is not contained by walls or weapons, but by denial, ritual, and the careful destruction of truth. As the team pushes closer to clarity, Blackwood recognizes the pattern too late. Containment has become repetition. Research has become ritual. And the Foundation may have built the very kingdom this god requires. This is not a story about stopping the Scarlet King. It is about realizing what it costs to keep him quiet. Containment Status: Ongoing Reader discretion advised. This work is inspired by the SCP Wiki and is written under the Creative Commons license. It is a work of fiction and interpretation.

Victoria Seraphina "transmigrated" into a novel... A novel which is the bane of her existence. A novel that would be considered close to "Blasphemy". A novel sent as a blessing from the church of THE FOOL. Wait... what do you mean there's no such thing as orthodox churches or power giving potions and what's mana or these so-called benevolent gods? Victoria with no way back to the world of mysteries lived her life in the novel set centuries in advance as a bridge for her 'benevolent' god who along with the other orthodox gods who were watching the scenery in the form of a 'SYSTEM'. A fanfic of LOTM where a beyonder meets your typical fantasy novel of transmigrators filled with romance and neglectful families along with black/red flag men we shouldn't cheer on (why are they the male lead?). this is a fanfic so it might not match the power system of LOTM so please tell me if I made any mistakes as I am new to the fandom and also no harsh comments. There will be promising comedy and questionable things that you will type about me saying I should be going to therapy.

A collection of Horror Stories

1/ Parallel Worlds - Detective 2/ Show business other story 3\The paradox of time (Idle, Twice. Gfriend, Sejeong (IOI)

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." - H.P. Lovecraft There are truths which man was never meant to unearth-truths that predate our species, our world, even the stars that burn above us. This book is not a tale in the traditional sense. It is a collection of recollections, fragments, and fevered ravings-stitched together from the journals, letters, and dying confessions of those who have glimpsed the abyss and returned to speak of it, however briefly. These are not tales of ghosts or petty phantoms, but of something far more dreadful: the realization that our reality is but a fragile illusion, a thin veil drawn over a vast, ancient madness that hungers just beyond our comprehension. I do not offer explanations, only warnings. The stories herein may seem disconnected, even contradictory-but taken together, they suggest a pattern far more terrifying than any single account could convey. They speak of cities that predate known history, of languages that warp the mind, of entities whose names twist the tongue and whose forms the eye cannot bear. Should you proceed, do so with the gravest caution. These pages are a door-once opened, they cannot be closed. What you read may haunt your dreams, gnaw at your sanity, and, if you are truly unfortunate, call to you. There are places where the fabric of the world grows thin. This book is a map to those places. May you never find them.

One soul. Eighteen lives. And in each one, someone is destined to love him-or destroy him. Reborn again and again across centuries of war, a cursed spirit awakens each time with no memory-only fire burning beneath his skin. This isn't reincarnation. It's a sentence. And his name in this life... is Izel. Born under an eclipse in a city of blood and sacrifice, Izel carries a glyph that marks him for greatness-or apocalypse. The gods whisper of war, of prophecy, of a blade that must be drawn. But they didn't expect her. Citlalli has seen his future. In it, he burns the world. She was trained to stop him. To kill him before the glyph consumes his soul. But there's one problem-she's already in love with him. And if she hesitates, the gods will fall. If she obeys, she'll lose the only soul she's ever known-again and again. A dark romance of forbidden love, divine betrayal, and a fire that refuses to die.

Long ago in ancient Egypt lived four princes, whose misfortunes began when whisperings of curses filled their great halls. After the unexpected death of the mighty pharaoh, dangerous forces claim the Egyptian throne while leaving the royal bloodline no choice, but to flee their homeland. Living with little resources and fewer allies, luck has ran dry as one of the remaining princes has died by the hands of assassins. Now a girl living in the 1930's is ripped away from her time and home to save the mysterious prince from death and help him reclaim his destiny. Will he choose the girl who overcame all odds to rescue him or his loyalty to the throne?

Long ago, a prophet predicted that a girl would be born who would change the world forever. When Rayne, a hunter, discovers Deidamia, a child who fought death and won against all probability, she believes she may have found the subject of the prophecy. But tampering with destiny can be deadly and changing fate can be fatal. Is it worth sacrificing the innocent for an alleged promise of utopia and facing the possibility of drastic consequences?

A mining disaster reveals a forbidden cavern system filled with breathing stone, echoing chants, and impossible architecture. The first "Waking" begins.

A dark fantasy prologue where ancient gods still rule - and mercy is just another form of control. This piece stands alone as a myth from a larger, unwritten world. © Stanley J. Nesbitt. All rights reserved.

(Paused to finish Prime Suspect: Vampire) She notices what she shouldn't. He notices her anyways. In a quiet coastal village left off most maps, Kage has learned how to live between glances. She bakes bread before dawn, helps run a market stall by midday, and leaves offerings to the Old Gods out of habit rather than belief. She knows the world is larger than mortals are meant to understand, but like everyone else, she has learned that keeping your head down is safer than asking questions. Then the dreams begin. Strange, vivid dreams that leave her restless. Flickers of light she cannot explain. Moments that make her wonder if she is imagining things, or finally noticing what has always been there. When Kage is summoned to a neutral institute watched by powerful forces, she finds herself surrounded by heirs, warriors, and figures who seem certain of what they are meant to become. She is not. Among them is Kaleen, an heir of the sea who keeps his distance and watches her with open distrust. He is disciplined, guarded, and clearly aware of rules she does not yet understand. Where others dismiss her, he notices. Where she questions, he withdraws. Their interactions are restrained, uneasy, shaped by tension rather than trust. But proximity has a way of eroding certainty. As old powers stir and the balance of the world begins to strain, Kage must decide who she is willing to become, and whether the shadows she carries exist to hide her... or to protect something far more dangerous than she ever imagined. © Anne Starks. All rights reserved. Work in progress.

All ancient gods were immortal, so what happened to them? Nothing. They're still here. Neglected. Forgotten. Those who know the truth of their existence have been forced into hiding, in fear of their lives. They're being hunted - mortals and immortals alike. The fate of the ancient gods has been placed into the hands of a group of demigods.