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The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

A collection of jokes and riddles, with some short humourus scenes throw in for variety.

The 1st Episode of the Haunted Mystery Series. Can you solve the puzzle before the book does? A haunted clock. A stolen hour. A family secret that should have stayed buried. When Wednesday Santora and her sister Frigsday awaken an impossible antique clock, they discover spirits trapped between its ticks and a mystery stretching through generations of their own family. To free the dead, Wednesday must solve the one question nobody has dared ask: Who really cursed the Haunted Clock? But some doors were locked for a reason. And Wednesday has always had a weakness for opening them. 🕰️🕷️

Eighteen-year-old Feenix DeSuza has a secret. Inside his hidden terrarium, he's discovered something that could doom his entire colony: Earth's oxygen will run out by winter. But when Feenix tries to warn them, nobody listens. Instead, his colony turns against him, and he's exiled into a world where every breath could be his last. His only hope is the one person he should never trust-a sworn enemy feared as a cannibal fiend. Gidget. Forced to follow her deep into the dead air in pursuit of a mysterious signal, Feenix expects betrayal, bloodshed, and probably to end up as dinner. What he doesn't expect is to discover that there's far more to Gidget than the monster he's been taught to fear. Together they are humanity's last hope. And its final breath.

A noble's wife has many roles to play: a status symbol of her husband, a negotiating asset for the family, a decorative piece to complete the household. And yet, when Duke Martin the Second of Donau acquires Mary, a woman from a neighboring conquered nation... well, he gets far more than he bargained for. The story is already completed on AO3.

Elara Vale has spent her life knowing one truth: never trust a Drake. Lucian Drake has spent his life knowing the feeling is mutual. But when a dangerous encounter in the forest forces them together, their magic reacts in a way neither of them can explain-and suddenly, the hatred between their bloodlines begins to feel like the least dangerous thing standing between them. Secrets buried for generations start clawing their way to the surface. Memories don't add up. Old wounds refuse to stay buried. And the closer Elara gets to the truth, the more she begins to question everything she was taught about her family, her magic... and the man she is supposed to hate. Because some enemies are made. Some are chosen. And some were never sworn enemies at all.

Glimpses of dragons. Glimpses of liches. Glimpses of pudding swallowing the entire world. Welcome to, "Glimpses OF Worlds" From an Undead Hero to a rabbit's prison break. The portal swirled. Come. Peer into the curtains.

A perfectly normal days of perfectly normal game studio

Genre: Action, Adventure, Comedy, Fantasy, Isekai, Magic, Sci-Fi, Shounen, Supernatural Synopsis: An ordinary man in his 20s died trying to save someone, only to end up dead. When he woke up, he found that he had become a girl, a character from the Light Novel he was familiar with. Disclaimer: I do not own the game/story of Honkai: Star Rail and A Certain Magical Index. All credits to the original owners, HoyoVerse and Kamachi Kazuma I also do not own the pictures and illustrations that I will be using in the story. All credits go to the original Artist.

Pierce only wanted a roll of tape from the corner store, but a troublesome woman and a creature of the night follow him home through the snow. Short story, 4500 words.

Everyone has secrets. Kai Mercer has three rules for surviving high school: Don't get expelled. Don't get killed. And absolutely don't fall in love. The first two are already difficult. Then Mira Veyne walks into his classroom. She's quiet. Beautiful. Mysterious. And for reasons Kai can't understand, she seems strangely interested in him. What Kai doesn't know is that Mira didn't come to his school by coincidence. She was sent there. Her mission is simple: Get close to Kai Mercer. Find out what he knows. And when the time comes, hand him over. But plans have a funny way of collapsing when feelings get involved. As Kai and Mira grow closer, they become trapped between rival criminal organizations, violent conflicts, buried secrets, and people willing to destroy innocent lives to get what they want. Friendships will fracture. Promises will be broken. People will die. And some betrayals will never be forgiven. Because in this story, there is no reset button. No miracle that brings everyone back. No convenient apology that fixes everything. Every choice leaves a scar. And sometimes... love is the most dangerous choice of all.

I'm writing this diary so I don't go insane. Every thought. Every memory. Every realization. The military sealed off our city. Our phones were confiscated. The fog grew larger. Would you go to hell for the person you love the most? I did. I ran in to save my dog.

THE BROTHERS OF MAYHEM A Marvel Fanfiction Wade Wilson and Max Wilson were once just two brothers trying to live a peaceful life. But after a horrifying tragedy destroys their family, everything changes forever. Years later, Wade becomes the unpredictable and chaotic Deadpool, while Max transforms into the ruthless Punisher. Though separated by pain and anger, fate brings them back together when a dangerous conspiracy begins threatening the world itself. As mysterious experiments, deadly organizations, and powerful enemies rise from the shadows, the brothers are forced into a violent journey filled with betrayal, emotional scars, explosive battles, and dark secrets connected to their past. Along the way, they encounter powerful figures like Blade, Colossus, Human Torch, and even Ghost Rider. But the greatest danger may not be the monsters they fight... it may be the darkness growing inside themselves. Packed with brutal action, emotional moments, dark comedy, multiversal chaos, and classic Deadpool madness, The Brothers of Mayhem is a cinematic Marvel-style adventure about revenge, brotherhood, loss, and redemption. Two brothers. One war. Infinite chaos. "Less chit-chat... more boom."

Wednesday x Enid's Fraternal Twin Sister

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. If that psychopath decides you're on the menu, your fate was signed, sealed, and notarized before you even heard his footsteps. So don't embarrass yourself by begging. Seriously. It doesn't make him merciful... it just pisses him the fuck off. He doesn't give speeches. He gives brutal honesty. And every lesson comes delivered with all the warmth of a goddamn kunai straight to the face. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Your just fucked. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word...

⚠️graphic suicide details will be included in the beginning, proceed with caution and know that this story is meant to be there for you, hold your hands and raise awareness⚠️ Completed. *** 'ALL IT TAKES IS SLIT WRISTS, THEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT' *** Roseline hates what has become of herself. Dumped by her boyfriend. Divorcing parents. Bullied in her school. Overshadowed by her siblings. Terrible grades. All which translated to an uncertain, gloomy future. She wants out. And she thinks she gets it once she realizes that the blood running through her veins is all that links her to the cruel world. She slits her wrists and all that follows makes her realize that this wasn't the out she was looking for. She's petrified when she realizes that she isn't really dead (at least not spiritually, as she likes to think) and is watching the consequences of her action unfold in front of her. Awful secrets are revealed and masks fall as Roseline fights her way through, asking herself the same question 'every day'- Will I find a way out out of my way out? Or will I be trapped here? Forever? ***

After the nuclear end of World War III, humanity clawed its way out of ash, radiation, and collapse to forge six brutal new powers across the ruins of the Americas: the neutral but feared Twisted Hairs, the iron-fisted Enclave, the techno-militant Brotherhood of Steel, the humanitarian Followers of Doss, the hard-blooded Texan Republic, and the ocean-dominating United Pacific Commonwealth. Together, they survived war, rebuilt nations, tamed Deathclaws, purified poisoned waters, and carved order out of a dead world.

In a world of magic and dragons, humanity's greatest hope is the Summoned Heroes. The Church of the Goddess, the only institution capable of performing the summoning ritual, did what any reasonable institution would do. They made a catalogue. Why rely on fate when you can have a price list? Different tiers. Different classes. Different budgets. From premium, battle-tested champions, to "affordable" options for struggling kingdoms. Because even the poor deserve their own personal hero. Unfortunately, one such "budget-conscious" kingdom got... Theo. A professional séance scammer. A necromancer who couldn't control the dead. A defective product. So, they did the logical thing: They threw him away. What no one knows is, he can summon the dead, even though his system only allows him to summon souls from Earth. From Archimedes to Nikola Tesla, Julius Caesar to George S. Patton, Leonardo da Vinci to... Steve Jobs? Men who shaped civilizations, now answering to a scammer. A kingdom forged from Earth's greatest minds to devour other kingdoms in Civara... and perhaps even the Goddess herself. There is just one problem. Right next door lies the Demon Kingdom, And it has been waiting to devour Civara, long before Theo ever arrived. --- New Chapter: Tue, Thurs, Sat

13x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

25-year-old Grace Avery is a stunning woman working as a detective/investigator. Due to her looks, she often gets sexist remarks from her colleagues, seen only as an object of praise and beauty rather than a fellow detective. Annoyed and frustrated, she goes to an old friend for help and assistance, asking for a partner who doesn't care about her looks and has the brains to work with her, to which she learns that there is a person who could help her, the problem lays in the fact that, that person is the very same man who Grace knew and hated in high school, Basil M. House. Will Grace continue to hate his guts? Is Basil the same man whom Grace knew in High school? And will their relationship change? This is a reimagining of Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Besides being a reimagining, it's also a composite of different mystery stories and movies that I loved, so don't be surprised if some of the cases or puzzles look familiar. Apologies for the grammar mistakes:( Really enjoyed writing this:) This story is also on royal road