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She wakes with missing hours, a burning imprint carved into her shoulder, and no memory of who put it there. Nyxara Blackvein is an assassin who survives by control. Control over her body. Her blades. Her choices. But the mark beneath her skin has a will of its own, pulling her toward Stillreach-a city protected by an impossible shield and a power no one dares to name. Torin Cross was never part of the plan. A half-elf swordsman with a charming smile and secrets of his own, he's headed in the same direction for reasons that don't quite add up. When violence forces them to fight side by side, trust forms before either of them is ready for it. Whatever waits in Stillreach is already watching. Prompts used. 32. Two assassins from rival organizations are sent on the same secret mission, only to realize the assignment holds a much bigger truth. 86. A wasteland hides pockets of thriving communities protected by mysterious shields. 99. You wake up with a strange mark on your skin after a late-night encounter you can barely remember, and its meaning grows more unsettling by the hour.

Bronhini, the storm queen, sends out her pet dragon to turn the skirmish her men are losing. A lone warrior stands up to the beast - a brave, but useless act. When Laiàn learns about the courageous last stand of her brother, she is devastated. But not everything is as it seems... Based on the prompt #29: "You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart."

For Centuries Grim has been collecting souls. It's what he does, it's his purpose. One day, while collecting a soul in the park, he comes across a lost puppy. For reasons he can't explain, the urge to return the small dog to his owner is overwhelming. He soon finds the animal's owner, a woman in her mid-twenties named Maria. He is struck down by her beauty and realizes that he had once claimed the soul of someone she loved. He becomes even more conflicted when he realizes he has just one year to claim her soul.

The Open Novella Contest is back for 2026! Join fellow storytellers and plant the seed of a tale that will blossom into a 20,000+ word novella within 12 weeks! Your epic quest begins February 1st, 2026, so mark your calendars with this date!

Hyunjin has worked as the grim reaper for the last millenia, but not once has he fallen for anyone. Seungmin is an immortal being with a dark past, who lives in the form of a stray puppy after losing his powers. After living through years of mockery, he finally wants to end his endless pain- but a chance encounter changes both their fates... manxman- pls don't read if you're uncomfortable with this concept :) (and no hate pls) ot8 skz fanfiction :) This is written using prompts from the Open Novella Contest 2026!! ⚠️!Disclaimer! Graphic descriptions of violence included- but overall meant to be a sad happy fluffy story.⚠️ Includes other skz ships too! Prompts used: Main prompt- 65: On the way to collect a soul, the Grim Reaper is distracted by a stray puppy, and decides to find its owner, much to the annoyance of their assistant. Second prompt- 114. An immortal being, worn down by centuries of mockery and tired after being discarded by everyone around him starts searching for a way to finally end themselves. But DEATH, who has grown infatuated and with them refuses to let them go. (edited prompt) ⚠️Includes annoyed, grumpy gods- read with caution...⚠️

A slipstream in time. A cloak of eternal night. Something stirs in the dark. [ ✶ ] Upon returning from a weekend getaway to celebrate their last summer together before college, a group of friends discover the residents of their hometown have vanished without a trace, leaving behind a shroud of mystery, sunless skies, and an unshakable horror. [ extended summary inside] original novel / all rights reserved olivia siobhan © 2026 onc prompts #97, #44 and #24

It's 1896, Evelyn has been surviving in Hell's Kitchen, barely, when a strange offer arrives for a position at an estate buried deep in the Appalachians. Now she must travel beyond the last logging towns in the county, to a house that stands alone amongst the trees. Some say it's older than the railway, older, perhaps, than the country that claims it. But the forest remembers. Maybe the house does, too.

Usually, after-work suggestions from coworkers mean drinks and karaoke, both of which Opal normally declines in favor of a good nap. Finding herself in a creaky house surrounded by candles and spiderwebs? That should have been her first red flag. The ghost of the house realizes someone can finally see her and suddenly promises are being made to help a sister move on. The sister? A cop with her own vendetta. Opal is dragged into a cold case for a ghost she'd rather not be able to see because apparently, normal life was too much to ask for. Between late nights, dark corners, and dusty old documents Opal finds herself talking to the dead whether she likes it or not. Either they'll find the answers, or they'll be adding to the ghostly population.

She was born a witch - but magic never answered her. When her mother trades her future for political gain, Xylia refuses to become a pawn and flees in search of answers about the power that never awakened within her. But freedom is short-lived. A curse older than kingdoms binds her to Xanderis - a prince she considers an enemy. The spell is merciless. Enemies forced into proximity, they must work together to unravel the answers they both ask for. But the closer they get to freedom, the more dangerous the truth becomes.

A manipulator. A boy raised by one. What could go wrong? Nothing, unless there weren't knives and abilities and courts controlling their lives. And if they weren't assassins on the same mission. Mostly just an attempt at the ONC since I liked this prompt :) --- ......Ok this is the first original work I'm trying to write. I hope you like it! Please provide *constructive* feedback :)

Mariella intends to marry rich. Then she'll live as she chooses. But there's a problem. The crown prince isn't as blind as everyone else, especially after he sees her true self. He now notices everything, the little lies, the carefully crafted manners, the rehearsed kindness. He is indifferent, dismissive, and dangerous in ways she can't anticipate, but she needs him on her side, because one slip, one glimpse behind her mask from the court, and everything she has clawed towards will collapse. She has spent her life perfecting the art of being the sweet, proper lady no one suspects. How to appear harmless, timid, and polite. But every word, every gesture, every tear is calculated. Because, in a world of wealth, titles, and ambition, the clever survive and the careless get left behind. And she will not be left behind. ××××× "She is deceiving you, Your Majesty!" Percival insisted, dragging Mariella back to the present, ''I swear upon my honor.'' The throne room felt smaller than before as the silence after Percival's words stretched. The King's gaze softened. "Mariella has served this court with nothing but grace." Mariella sobbed harder. The sound loud in the silent room. Finral's gaze burned into her. He had not spoken or shown any indication of revealing the truth. Maybe he was still in shock from her magnificent performance but she had to be sure. So she slowly lifted her head slightly, meeting his eyes for the briefest moment. Just for a second. And winked. The smallest movement. Gone in an instant. His lips parted. Whether from shock or apathy, she couldn't tell but he still said nothing. And in his silence, the ruling fell swiftly. ××××× Written for the open novella contest 2026 prompt 16: And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul (Quote by John Muir) Interpreted in a romantic sense.

The dream always ended the same way: with the salt-spray of an ocean I'd never visited and the warmth of a hand I couldn't quite grasp. He never had a face-just a silhouette cut out of the moonlight-but his voice was a low rumble that vibrated in my chest. "Find me," he'd whisper. "Before the clocks stop." When I woke up, the silence of my apartment felt like a physical weight. I checked my pulse, my skin still buzzing from a touch that didn't exist. I told myself it was just stress. I told myself that "Thorne" was a name I'd probably seen on a billboard or a dusty law book. But then I saw him.

Evelyn Stone lives inside a life that looks complete from the outside-married, settled, raising a healthy son in a house filled with routine and expectations. But beneath the checked boxes and Sunday smiles, her marriage has become a place where love is measured in logistics rather than attention, and worth is defined by usefulness instead of connection. Lucas is not unkind; he is simply finished-content with a version of Evie that no longer includes her dreams, her hunger, or her becoming. As Evie navigates motherhood in a body marked by survival and a spirit quietly starving to be seen, she begins to question what it means to matter in a life that has already decided she should be satisfied.

Lucien Villeneuve, youngest son of manufacturing mogul Marc Villeneuve and wife Claudia. Whether in success or failure, his father's name precedes his own as a CEO in his own right. Fiona Mensah, only daughter of energy executive power couple Violet and Kwame Mensah. A mere introduction to the firebrand co-founder of a billion-dollar enterprise. Two people, already judged by the world as a pair of rich kids on Easy Street. Are they wrong? No. Yet Lucien and Fiona are so much more than that, be it on their own or together. But when a careless mistake threatens everything they've built, when one of them begins to spiral, when a secret long buried begins to bubble up again...can they rise above it, or will a single heated decision force them apart for good? "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏." -ˋˏ ────── 𓆩♡𓆪 ────── ˎˊ- 2026 Open Novella Contest Prompt 48: Your charming but chaotic billionaire CEO boss just tanked the company stock. Now you must decide whether to save the company, save them, or save yourself. -ˋˏ ────── 𓆩♡𓆪 ────── ˎˊ- Cover credit goes to the wonderful @NotEvenEstella NOTE: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @Mochi711 on Wattpad. Thank you.

Against the backdrop of a damp, golden London autumn... ​In 2026 London, history professor Sarah uncovers a centuries-old letter hidden behind an old framed painting in her new flat. As she deciphers its secrets, she becomes entwined in a long-lost love and a mystery that spans generations-leading her to a man who holds the final piece of the puzzle." Participation in the Open Novella Contest 2026 Prompt used: #79 © 2026 by Nermein Sami El-Kurdi. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission is strictly prohibited #onc2026 #opennovellacontest2026 #oncprompt79

"Please... don't believe the lies Simon and his friends will feed you. They're lying. Things... go much deeper than you thought." That Sonic Charge exploding has Kazdan Kalinkas mourning the technical loss of his closest friend, Tom Majors. At least, the loss of his Chaotic self. But an hour after his confirmed coding, he gets a voice message that changes everything. Something is happening behind the scenes of Chaotic. Something sinister. And the only ones aware of it are a group of friends and two disgraced Codemasters. Dismantling a secret empire may be hard when one of you is stuck on Earth, while a part of him is gallivanting around Perim, refusing contact whatsoever. (Uses Prompt no 90 of ONC 2026) (Conspiracy AU for Chaotic)

this is a story for the ONC 2026, Prompt 110 She woke up with no memory. In the middle of the forest. Where and who were she? The only thing she remembered was a name. Choi Seongyeon After she got out of the forest she searched for a hospital. But she noticed how people at the street were staring at her. Was it just how she looked right now, or what was their problem? More bigger was the shock then, when at the hospital they told her that she was dead. But a old classmate definitely recognised her. What exactly happened three months ago? Things are getting more dangerous the deeper she diggs. Fact is, outside there is someone who wants to see her dead and she has to survive.

The campus heartthrob of the college, Lingling had always been polite and charming to everyone. Her smile and gaze always had everyone around sway, even though she didn't really care much about it. Even while she was popular, she was a lovely person. Or at least that's what Orm had always known before. Until she met her herself. Their encounter left a bitter aftertaste in her heart, because why did the campus darling turn icy at her presence? And now, she's determined to find out the reason. Come on in the journey with Orm to sneak a peak at the Icy Campus Darling ❤️

Sun, un joven recién graduado de Artes, se vuelve a encontrar con su primer amor. Siempre se quedó con un nudo en la garganta, convencido de que nunca sería aceptado y de que confesar lo que sentía arruinaría su amistad. Durante años le escribió cartas a Moon como su admirador secreto. Nunca las firmó. Nunca tuvo el valor de hacerlo. Prefirió esconder su nombre antes que arriesgarse a perderlo. Disparador 106

[ONC 2026] When Kenna Sato's best friend vanishes without a trace and the police refuse to look closer, she decides to handle it herself. What she doesn't expect is to cross paths with the city's most dangerous man. Now standing at the edge of something far bigger than she anticipated, will she walk away while she still can, or step deeper into the shadows? **** Kenna Sato is a florist with a quiet life, a love for true crime documentaries, and a loyalty streak that often overrides caution. Tenacious and determined, she refuses to sit still when someone she loves disappears. But chasing answers in a city built on secrets comes at a cost. Nikolai "Niko" Volkov rules the underground with cold precision and an iron grip. Feared, calculating, and always several moves ahead, he does not tolerate interference. Yet when fate throws him into Kenna's path, their worlds collide in ways neither of them expected. As danger tightens its hold and betrayal lingers in the air, an unlikely connection begins to form. In a game where trust is fragile and power is everything, can two people from opposite sides survive the storm they are about to face? Or will the darkness consume them both? [Story not edited / proofread] Copyright © 2026 All rights reserved.