Grimdark Stories

Title 2: I Wanted the Wolf King, but I Got the Warmaster Before the Fall. Transmigrating into the most despair-inducing Underhive wastes of the 41st Millennium, Kaelen, a mere mortal, thought his days were numbered. When his cheat system finally activated, he prayed for one thing: Just give me Leman Russ. I need the Wolf King to survive! [Ding! System error. Target locked: Davin. Salvaging soul...] Instead of the loyalist Wolf, a dying giant crashed before him, his soul teetering on the edge of Chaos corruption. It was the Warmaster himself. Horus Lupercal. Staring at the tragic, uncorrupted demigod covered in scars, Kaelen went completely silent. "Horus," Kaelen sighed, pushing up his goggles. "Your father is a corpse on a golden toilet, your brothers have all gone insane, and the Imperium is a rotten hell-hole." Horus: "...?" No divine bloodlines. No genetic enhancements. Just a mortal commander armed with future knowledge, a glitchy system, and the most powerful Primarch in history serving as his loyal sword. If the galaxy is broken, they will carve a bloody path from the Underhive to Holy Terra to fix it. 🩸 [The Ultimate Fix-It]: Erasing the tragedy of the Heresy. Horus never falls, and the traitors will bleed. 🧠 [Mortal Domination]: Watch arrogant Space Marines and Chaos Daemons experience absolute cognitive shock when outsmarted by Kaelen's ruthless modern strategies. ⚔️ [Purging the Dogma]: Slashing heretics, kicking the Golden Throne, and reviving the Emperor's true dream. 👑 [Building a New Order]: From a desperate survivor to the shadow ruler of the Indomitus Crusade.

Life has been a never ending series of disappointments for Arkady: a failed marriage, an earth-shattering apocalyptic event, the creation of bipedal animals who don't take kindly to humans, and the failures of the people in power to do anything about any of it. So, overall, not much different from the other people in the Latvian Exclusion Zone. He earned the respect of his fellow stalkers and the disrespect of the people who label those in his position as criminals. He spent a third of his life after finding his place in the Zone trying to search for his ex-wife. Though those attempts proved fruitless. ' Until one day, a bounty hunting job leads him to discover something he was never meant to see. Documents proving that she, his ex-wife, the woman he still loves now, might still be alive. His obsession is reignited, and finally his life has a purpose beyond taking jobs to stay alive. But his discovery is not only his own. The people in power, the ones that had failed him so many times before, have decided that his discovery is theirs. Will his unofficial VDV training from Alexei, his lessons from the Zone, and experience in civilian division of the Latvian military be able to keep him alive long enough to discover where she's gone after all these years? Please note: Some characters and events in this story are inspired by or parody existing works and their characters. Any resemblance is intentional and meant purely for creative or critical purposes I will also be posting this story to Royal Road.

After being suddenly thrust into the brutal, unforgiving universe of Warhammer 40,000, the main character discovers he is far from ordinary. He can summon crackling lightning and roaring fire from thin air. His mind teems with impossible knowledge, blueprints of arcane technology and futuristic wonders no mortal should grasp. He can even twist reality itself, warping the very laws of physics to his will. At first, he believes these gifts must be the work of Tzeentch, a twisted blessing from the Changer of Ways... or something way scarier If you'd like to support me and read a bit ahead, feel free to check out my Patreon. (patreon.com/Hemont).

When Commander Jane Shepard activates the Crucible to destroy the Reapers, the cosmic void does not claim her soul-it rebirths her. Waking as a newborn in the arms of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen during the tumultuous era leading up to the Dance of the Dragons, Jane brings the lethal discipline, tactical brilliance, and devastating biotic powers of an N7 operative into a world of medieval blood and fire. Armed with memories of distant stars and bound to Eclipse, a terrifyingly powerful dragon, Jane must navigate the treacherous political labyrinth of Westeros. Alongside Rhaenyra, she rewrites the rules of the civil war, forging a fierce, unbreakable mother-daughter bond and transforming a fractured dynasty into an unyielding empire. From high-altitude aerial battles and brutal political chess matches to whispers of ancient horrors waking beyond the Wall, this is an epic tale of family, sacrifice, and breaking the cycles of war.

A samurai promising his sister he'll return. A hundred elite soldiers marching north with him. A fenwulf knight without family or past. Only the republic that made her, and her will to die for it. The empire's perfect blade, and it's emptiest man. A warlord's daughter marching beneath a banner she doesn't trust. The most promising mind in the Magisterium, carrying a message that could end the world. An epic told through five eyes as a continent goes to war, and a centuries-old truth begins to surface beneath it all. This multi-POV fantasy story is written in style of Game of Thrones, featuring imperial legions, samurai, and knights, alongside elves, dwarves, beastfolk, and many other mythical creatures that inhabit the world. Content warning: Violence, War Themes, Grief, Trauma

They called him a hero. Then they beheaded him. After thirty years of fighting for the kingdom, he was sold for peace. His wife. His children. His army. All died in vain. But death was not the end. He returned. And this time-he would not save the kingdom. He would build something more terrible than war itself. A chimera. And the world would learn... that betrayal has a price. (under revisied 20 chapter 5/28/2026) will revisied more by the time passes -author mamang bowie :)

As the Great Race War raged on, Zarveth, still a mere child, chose to remain on the battlefield rather than flee. From that moment on, he came to understand one absolute truth: true peace has never existed in this cruel world. ​Years later, when all factions grew exhausted by the endless warfare, the three greatest powers on the continent finally reached an agreement. The elf nation of Neiflim, the humans of Arsteim, and the dwarves of Mouncastell formed a peace pact to end the bloodshed that had lasted far too long. ​Yet, the peace that was born was not tranquility, but rather a fragile balance maintained by sacrificing anyone deemed a threat to it. ​Small kingdoms vanished from the map. Borders shifted without warning. Fear forced many nations to join the pact simply to survive. And when the great war finally drew to a close, the world did not truly heal. ​Betrayal still lurked behind the treaty. Every faction knew that the pact was nothing more than a scrap of paper, waiting to be torn apart at any moment. ​While the kingdoms busied themselves maintaining this delicate balance, the monster races multiplied unchecked. In the shadows, mercenary factions plotted revolution. Diplomatic tensions between nations continued to escalate, pushing the continent one step closer to the next great war. ​In the midst of a world slowly spinning toward ruin, Zarveth lives by his own rules and choices, facing moral conflicts, clashing ambitions, and principles constantly tested by reality. Not as a hero. Nor as a savior. ​Every decision he makes carries consequences, and without realizing it, every step he takes slowly drags him into the epicenter of a conflict that could determine the fate of the entire continent. ​As the world marches once again toward war, one ultimate question arises: It is not whether the world can be saved. But can Zarveth survive until the very end?

Welcome to the second part of Echoes of Divinity! Haven't read the first book yet? Then off you go, shoo! For everyone else, welcome back.

A companion archive from The Solah Saga. The Faceless One is a disputed folklore collection preserved within the Solan Royal Archive, where many of the surviving tales, records, myths, and restricted histories of Solah are kept. Long before Wander's Lost, before Solah's laws hardened into doctrine, people across the realm told stories of something that came near death. Not a monster. Not a killer. Not a god that begged for worship. Just a tall, silent figure in a dark ceremonial cloak, without a face, appearing when the ending was already too close to stop. The Crown calls it folklore. A rural death myth. A pattern born from grief, plague, war, Flux exposure, and frightened villages trying to give shape to something no one can escape. But the records do not stay clean. Burial customs repeat in villages that never traded with each other. Bells turn west. Black leaves appear in sealed rooms. Dying people describe the same forest without ever leaving home. And again and again, the Faceless One does not threaten, punish, or chase. It just... arrives. The research was collected by a mysterious figure whose name has been removed from the archive. No scraping, solvent, or ordinary censorship explains the absence. The record simply refuses to give the name back. Could this be the same unknown researcher whose name was struck from Orm Ormsby's work on the Flux? Or is the Crown hiding something older than Orm, older than Solah's laws, and far closer to death than anyone in the archive wants to admit? The Faceless One is an in-world Royal Archive collection of disputed records, rural testimonies, funeral customs, and forbidden accounts concerning Solah's oldest death myth. This is not required reading for Wander's Lost, but it reveals a darker, older part of Solah's history and the kind of truth the Crown prefers to preserve only as myth.

In the year 2069, there is only war-brutal, industrial slaughter sanctioned by Heaven itself against the Old World, whose greed and hubris have rotted humanity beyond saving. Only through a Cleansing Crusade shall there be a future for the human race. Behold angels bearing apocalypse in their hands, and warriors cast in paracausal technology, descending to execute our God's will. Do not question your faith; obey, and you shall know salvation!

It is 1346 in the Holy Roman Empire. A common-born baron takes justice into his own hands and hangs four men. When confronted by the Duke, a death causes a chain of events that leads to a young noble (Lord Alaric) cursed as a frog. Told that only a true love's kiss can undo the curse. He seeks out the Princess Serafina across the river in the neighboring land of Ehrenfeld. In this retelling of The Frog Prince, the Great Morality takes no sides.

The balance of realms was never meant to break. But when betrayal, forgotten bloodlines, and hidden truths collide, the very foundation of power begins to crumble." In a world where gods, demons, and mortals coexist under an unspoken balance, Siyun-son of a devil-finds himself cast into the deadly No-Life Realm. Stripped of his power and left to die, he encounters Winter D. Bardot, a legendary warrior with only one arm but limitless cunning. With Winter's help, Siyun begins building an army from the damned, seeking survival and a path back to the world that betrayed him. Meanwhile, Maya, an ordinary human with an extraordinary secret, starts uncovering the truth behind her existence. A single dream shatters her reality-a vision of Siyun drenched in blood, his wings no longer black, but red. But was it just a dream... or a prophecy? As Alex, the strongest human, warns her to stay away from the devil's bloodline, Liora-the goddess' daughter-offers friendship but hides dangerous secrets. What if the true villain isn't Siyun? What if the greatest darkness comes from the gods themselves? With realms on the brink of war, the first part of this epic saga unfolds, where deception reigns and nothing is as it seems. Welcome to the Fallen Realms.

He possessed everything, yet owned nothing of substance. In a world where the universe seemed to answer his every call, he moved through life with the blind ease of the fortunate, squandering blessings he did not understand because he had never known the sting of loss. Then, the void opened. The death of his mother shattered the illusion of his security, and in the wreckage, he finally saw the truth: everything he held was not merely given, but priceless-and finite. Set in an unforgiving age before the dawn of iron-bound laws, where survival demanded absolute iron will and the calculated reach of a strategist, this is the story of a man's evolution. Driven by the memory of his mother and the duty he owes to his wife and his people, he begins a brutal campaign of transformation. He sets out to remake a nation, stripping away the chaos of the old world to prove a hard-won truth: true power is not found in the sword, but in the relentless, unyielding weight of one's own resolve.

Inside the belly of the colossal outer space vessel Bastion-07 'Tartarus,' human life is controlled by a brutally cruel caste system. For Atu, a waste cleaner on the lowest deck shattered by depression and past trauma, his days are merely a long wait for death. However, everything changes instantly when he discovers a high-tech smuggled capsule among piles of toxic waste containing two innocent babies. In a world where the birth of the lower class is an absolute crime punishable by execution, Atu must make a crazy choice: let them perish, or risk his own life. Atu steps into the shadows of a fleet conspiracy far greater than anything he has ever imagined.

In a world where the line between honor and survival is written in blood, Axiron must carve his own path. Melodies are not just beautiful tunes; they are the rhythmic patterns of deadly steel and ancient powers. As a dark high fantasy story, follow the journey of a grey protagonist who refuses to be bound by the conventional laws of heroism. In a grimdark realm filled with intricate magic systems, ruthless factions, and the cold clash of swords, only those with the sharpest minds and the sharpest blades will survive. Will the melody of his sword sing of salvation, or absolute ruin? In Royal read too ! In webnovel too !

He spent his life failing to become anyone. Then he died - and woke up as the man he'd invented instead. Eighteen years before the War of Dragonstone, a nameless, unremarkable young man dies with nothing to show for himself. He wakes up seven days old, in the body of Sky Dragonheart - the protagonist of the novel he never got to finish, never got to publish, never got to prove himself with. His mind is fully adult. His body is an infant's. And the family watching him is one he already knows the shape of, because he wrote them. He has three arcs of foreknowledge and nothing past that. He knows an emperor is running a decades-long test on his own sons. He knows an uncle wants him dead and doesn't know it yet. He knows the throne is a machine that uses people, and that the story he wrote was never kind to the boy wearing his face. This is not a power fantasy about becoming great. It's about a man who never had anyone believe in him, given a body built to be everything he wasn't - and having to find out, one political maneuver and one failure at a time, whether that's healing or just a different kind of trap.

Driven by a cold desire for revenge after the slaughter of his family, Drey enters Malbour, a cosmopolitan titan of a city where Humans, agile Sprigans, and colossal Asthartés collide under the shadow of the strict Agen Treaties. To obtain the power and information he needs, Drey infiltrates Eresboros, the deadliest criminal organization of the underworld. But survival comes at a terrible price. From the horrific tests in the slums to the suspended castle in the Third Space, Drey and his ally Lucas are trapped by a Blood Contract that executes anyone who dares to falter. In a world where magic and technology rely on a hidden, pure mystical energy called Fantasia, Drey's morals will be tested to their absolute limits. He isn't a hero. He is a survivor. And he will burn the world if it means reaching his prey. 💥 If you like dark universes, intricate power systems (reminiscent of Hunter x Hunter & Lord of the Mysteries), and ruthless anti-heroes, welcome to the Circle.

A story of a betrayed memory and a dying kingdom. A girl with no past struggles to survive in a world where the land is rotting away due to the magic of a cursed crown, and her greatest enemy-or her only chance of salvation-is a cold and calculating guard.

Witches don't survive long. Zayna knows that better than anyone. Magic is a curse that turns people against you and trusting the wrong person can be your death sentence. When Ruja witch Zayna steals a forbidden amulet and flees the southern kingdoms, she unknowingly sets a deadly chain of events into motion. Hunted by criminals, nobles, and assassins alike, her only chance of survival is Sahale - a lethal assassin bound to her by magic, carrying secrets as dangerous as her own. But the farther north they travel, the more the lines between enemy and ally begins to blur. Some monsters aren't born. Some are forged.

[isekai] In a cosmic act of ultimate cruelty, an entire student body is violently abducted across the veil, cast into a realm governed by sadistic deities. They are the unwilling stars of a transcendental slaughter, forced to navigate a world of nightmares for the fickle whims of gods who find humor in the agony of the weak. "Welcome to the ultimate celestial meat-grinder. One moment, they were students; the next, they were divided into four warring lineages. From the hosts of the parasitic Dragon Souls to those who lost their humanity to become Spirits and Monsters, and the chosen wielders of Mystic Beasts-every soul is now a weapon in a game where the only prize is surviving another day." "Their old lives are a memory; their new lives are a death sentence. Some students have become tyrants, intoxicated by the power with in their veins. Others are merely prey, fighting a losing war against the monsters they've become. As few begin 'Earth-Bound' hunt for a way home, a few have made a deadly vow: to protect this twisted paradise at any cost-even if they have to kill their classmates to do it."