Lovecraft Histoires

​After a mysterious incident, Sherlock found himself in the middle of nowhere. ​With no answers to guide him, he begins a new life in a world of mysteries.​After joining an adventurer's guild led by a scholar, he journeys across unknown lands to recollect the broken shards of his memory. ​What begins as a simple journey soon becomes something that transcends space and time.​As conflicts rise and strange truths begin to surface, the line between fate and something far older starts to blur. ​And when the stars themselves begin to falter-the grass withers and the flowers fall. ​A journey through the stars and the abyss. ​What will remain in a world that forgets everything? ##New chapter every Thursday and Monday##

Have you ever wondered what would happen if someone from a Lovecraftian world got isekai'd into another world built on Lovecraftian themes? Well, it's absolute chaos. Meet Alaric, a human(questionably) survivor of the madness and chaos caused by a certain crawling chaos, who, thanks to the kindness of a certain bubble daddy, got isekai'd into a "fake it till you make it" world. What will he do in this strange new world? Climb the ladder of power to become that impossible god unless you're just a pawn of a certain Russian priest or a certain goth mommy? Or become a Cheshire cat, leaping onto a 4D chessboard to disrupt the schemes and mind games of these bizarre folks? For Alaric, it's not a tough choice. But before he picks either path, he must, of course, uphold the time-honored tradition of isekai'd victims(questionably) that forms the foundation of this world. What's that tradition? Keeping a diary. --- [Alaric's Transmigration Diary] [Day 1: I encountered Amon. Used a special technique to summon a projection of the Ancient Sun God, who personally delivered a heavy slap to Amon. Hope Amon appreciates this weighty paternal affection.] [Day 2: I received an invitation from the Aurora Order. Told them I want it all... looks, brains, and combat prowess... and invited them to join my newly founded Joker Club.] [Day 3: I met Leonard and acknowledged Gramps Pallez. Declined Leonard's enthusiastic suggestion for the old man to move in with me, as I'd rather not have a old man critiquing my every move, even in private moments.] [Day 4: I told Klein I plan to pray to a deity named The Fool. Watched his eyes widen in shock and kindly offered him some eye drops.] [Day 5: I listened to Medici perform a two-hour comedy routine. Suggested he go professional and invited him to share a meal.] . . . [Day 666: I fully absorbed a certain crawling chaos fragment within me. From now on, I am the Fifth Pillar.]

The story continues with humanity as they face more challenges in the dangerous world of Magic and Gods. Unlike the native races, humanity cannot channel mana naturally and were viewed as inferiors because of it. But through sheer ingenuity, mankind have adapted it for technological use by crafting magi-tech devices that allow them to harness mana without ever casting a spell. This limitation paradoxically grants them a unique advantage to create weapons and technologies that rival and sometimes even surpass the might of demigods. However, there is still a very long road before true mastery can be claimed as mankind is far from reaching the pinnacle of magical understanding for higher levels of magic exist that render even their most advanced creations insignificant. In this world, there are beings whose power spans from continental devastation to planetary annihilation, capable of wiping out nations with a single strike. Beyond raw power, there are even Spiritual Lifeforms who can regenerate endlessly as long as their souls remain intact. Even more terrifying are the countless "hax" abilities that defy logic and science altogether spread throughout the higher civilizations of the New World. These include powers such as Soul Manipulation, Fate Manipulation, Reality Warping, Immortality, Time Manipulation, Intangibility, Death Manipulation, and even Existence Erasure itself. In comparison to these supernatural phenomena, humanity's magi-tech, though immensely superior to Modern Earth's technology, is still only scratching the surface of the vast and often incomprehensible potential of mana. From Demon Lords to Sea Monarchs, from True Dragons to the Old Gods, and even from Alien Invaders to Lovecraftian Horrors beyond the stars, humanity is tested endlessly both physically and mentally in this strange and unforgiving world. Can mankind as a whole overcome these dangers and guide a world filled with countless horrors toward peace?

Second volume of Adventure Guys.

!!! DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS A FIRST DRAFT !!! AIITBS is a story inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, starting in Boston Massachusetts in the year 1934. It starrs young scholar and occultist Nathaniel Butler, of the obscenely wealthy Butler family, who's dealings in magic and alchemy force him into misadventures of the certainly eldritch variety. This story is quite a ways from being finished but I already have an ending in mind, so I am confident that it will be in time. Please be patient and I hope you have fun while reading! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Yours truly, Creaturefromtheattic

Dungover is a small, quiet village in rural Ireland. A place where everyone knows everyone, where life moves slowly, and where little ever changes. Mary Jane Seymour lives there with her husband, in a careful, fragile routine. She longs for a child, for meaning, for something to finally take root in her life. But the village offers few answers, and fewer futures. When a new doctor settles into the long-abandoned house next door, the community welcomes him with relief and gratitude. At last, there is medical care again. At last, help. Slowly, things begin to change. Old wounds heal. Desires awaken. Bodies grow stronger, stranger, more fertile. What first feels like renewal soon reveals another side. Beneath the calm surface of Dungover, something ancient stirs. Something generous. Something hungry. As the village transforms, Mary Jane begins to suspect that the cure may be worse than the illness-and that some gifts come at a high cost. The Black Goat Tonic is a novel of quiet dread and creeping corruption, where faith, family, and the human body become gateways to something vast, inhuman, and impossibly patient.

Derek died, saving the world in the process. Or did he? But honestly there's very low stakes because I just want them to be happy and kiss each other, sue me

For Claire Redfield, life had been simple - she had her brother, her school, and the Killer Instinct television program. When an accident leaves him in a coma and a heap of hospital bills, Claire out of desperation enters the tournament in order to solve their financial troubles. However, what had once seemed a road of dreams turns to nightmare as she struggles to survive. RE/KI AU

slightly inspired by: attack on titan, blame!, knights of sidonia, and arpeggio of blue steel -ars nova- In the grim future, the whole world joined forces to exterminate the inhabitants of Philippines. A group of liberators, Philippines' new hope, attempts to save their own countrymen/women from extinction -- fending against enemies from other countries, kaijus that resembles ww1-2 era warships, extraterrestrials, and rogue artificial humans who betrayed the humanity. How long they can survive?

Brahma had five faces. Every text agrees Shiva destroyed the fifth. I think I found where he put it.

In the ruins of The Lotus Hotel and Casino, Percy and Nico continue their search for the Necronomicon... A sequel to "True Love"

A steampunk adventure of Mary O'Shea, and Preston Haile. Our protagonists travel to the wild shores of Africa to investigate the unusual interest the British Crown has in an empty wild land. Only to face death and danger, while finding a dark lost temple.

Pieces from other stories; snippets of what could have been in another time, another place, and another world entirely.

Mary and Preston's adventures continue as they look into the archeological site of a mysterious Indian tribe, and their sudden disappearance. What starts as a dusty mountain side leads to an action packed pursuit of an old friend.

Marine Staff Sergeant Stephanie Zoubareya is on medical leave after breaking the golden rule of the Corps: don't put ghosts in your report. Certainly don't follow them into the Malian desert and fight a fundamentalist militia. (It might not technically be a golden rule, but it should be.) As she contemplates what she's going to do with the rest of her life, she gets an under the table gig protecting a mute archaeologist. All they have to do is drive to New England, check out a statue, spend some of the NSA's money on hotel that looks out onto the sea. But that was before she killed a monster in a New York alleyway, or a religious cult cornered them at a gas station. Now she's worried that Dr. Penny Etrange is more than she seems, that Wickerman Cove has a secret, and that she might not actually be working for the NSA.

a collection of stories and poems revolving around the "The Most Ancient and Grandiose Lore" who is said to bear secrets of the universe

After his death Johnson awakes where he was supposed to die .

An aging priest recounts a chilling tale from his youth, investigating a suspected haunting of a small, rural parish.

Edwin T. Waterbury is a human. At least, that's what he claims, but he's not certain anymore. He lived a fairly normal life until his friend Tristan convinced him to take a class on American Sign Language. The first day in class Edwin cracks a joke about the teacher's age. Bad move for his humanity: as it turns out, Ms. Ry'leah was a Cthulhu cultist and she curses him. With what? Well, each time he tries to perform an ASL sign, his hands transform into tentacles worthy of Lovecraft himself. And they last an entire class period. Edwin struggles to keep his grades afloat in a class where the subject just slips out of your grasp, your best friend can't stop laughing at you, and the teacher is more likely to bind you to a sacrificial altar than recruit you for the annual Sign-A-Song.

A mysterious virus has extinguished humanity, but there is one last chance.