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***** A gothic Wednesday AU ***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on perfection. Pressed Cabernet uniforms. Polished cobblestone. Pristine image. All while something ancient has been buried far beneath its halls. When a student, Daniel Gonzalez, collapses mid-class with glowing, unknown sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists that the situation is contained. But the students know better than to believe them. Thorn Rosales, known for trouble and sarcasm, hears the disturbance long before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols that have appeared across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Whether brought together by fate or something far more deliberate, they uncover the truth Reichenbach has spent centuries trying to bury. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and the lengths hatred can go. So, Welcome to Reichenbach Academy, where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing. I am also posting this to royalroad

He thought he had taken everything. At his fiftieth birthday party, in front of a room full of guests, Ben Haver forced his wife to sign away their marriage- and every asset that came with it. No money. No power. No claim to anything. Helen Carter didn't argue. She didn't fight. She simply walked away. What no one knew... was that she had been planning this moment for years. And while the world watched her fall- She was already taking everything back.

Across countless fractured timelines, the desert is never the same - yet it always bleeds red. Some worlds call it the CrimSon DeSert, others whisper 붉은 모래, a name carried by winds that should not exist. In one reality, a masked warrior walks alone. In another, he died centuries ago. And in yet another, he never removed the 까마귀 mask fused to half his face. Ancient ruins shift their positions each dawn, as if the world is trying to rewrite itself. Relics appear where none existed the day before - 유적, 파편, symbols that belong to no known civilization. Every version of the desert overlaps for a heartbeat, then tears apart again. Those who wander here sometimes hear echoes of themselves from other worlds. Some return changed. Some never return. Some become something else entirely. If you're drawn to parallel worlds, mythic deserts, shifting timelines, and stories where reality fractures like glass, then step into the sand. But remember: In this place, even your 이름 might not belong to you.

As darkness creeps across the world of Orynth, 17-year-old Freya Nightvale is pulled into a dangerous game of power she barely understands. With her friends by her side, she begins to uncover the truth about her parents' mysterious lives-only to realize their past may be the key to a fate far greater, and far more dangerous, than she ever imagined. Chosen to face the trials of the Elemental Accord-meant to protect the world, not her-Freya must survive challenges that could break her... or reveal the truth that changes everything.

When Detective Elias Graye returns to his hometown of Black Hollow after twenty years away, he expects to investigate a suspicious death-not reopen the wound that never healed. Dr. Leonard Hale is found dead beneath the balcony of Blackthorne Manor, his death ruled an accident. But Elias sees what others ignore: the scratched mirrors, the hidden passengers, the whispers inside the walls. As he digs deeper, Elias uncovers a web of secret experiments, buried evidence. and a vanished sister whose disappearance was never meant to be solved. With every suspect hiding something and the town determined to keep its past buried, Elias is forced to confront memories he doesn't trust and a truth that could destroy everything he believes. In a house built on lies, silence is the deadliest weapon. And some secrets are worth killing for. Updates every day/week. Follow for mystery, twists, and secrets.

She didn't lose her empire. She walked away from it. For thirty days, Min-Hee disappears no headlines, no questions, no trace. She reappears somewhere no one would think to look: a quiet apartment filled with books, owned by a man who does not ask questions... and does not bow. Ji-Hoon is nothing like the world she came from. He doesn't react. He doesn't chase power. He simply watches and understands more than he should. But Min-Hee didn't come here to hide. She came to win a game no one knows she's playing. And Ji-Hoon might be the only person who isn't playing by her rules. As the days pass, control begins to shift, truths begin to surface, and something far more dangerous than power enters the room, something neither of them planned for. Because some choices don't just change the game. They change the people playing it.

Redwood Heights - a wealthy, hyper-competitive private school perched on a cliff above the city. All glass walls, ivy-covered courtyards, elite students, and secrets sealed behind polished reputations.

A girl with missing memories. A boy bound to secrets. A house that writes its own rules. In a world where stories don't end they trap you IVY must decide if she's rewriting the truth or becoming part of it. Velvet Chains is a dark, romantic fantasy about fate, obsession, and the story that was never meant to be told.......!!???!!!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story may contain mature themes including crime, violence, and psychological tension. Reader discretion is advised. Law enforcement procedures in this story are fictionalized for entertainment purposes. ✧═══════༺༻═══════✧ Murders. One after another. The city is paralyzed with fear. One man among thousands holds the truth - and the guilt. Clues are surfacing, but none make sense. Ajay Agarwal - hotshot celebrity and head of the elite SCI Division - stumbles into the case unknowingly. The media wants answers. The politicians want results. The killer wants something else entirely. Each victim is somehow someone Ajay knows. Coincidence... or vendetta? With pressure behind him and bloodshed ahead of him - can Ajay stop the killer before time runs out? ✧═══════༺༻═══════✧ © 2025 A.A / AA004007 All rights reserved. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's permission. This story is protected under copyright law. Wattpad timestamps confirm authorship and original creation. Respect the work. Don't steal it. Or Ajay will hunt you down for me.

In Chapter 18, we find ourselves bearing witness to the individual to whom ShanX and SoraX had engineered together. But what happened to the two of them? The plot becomes thicker and drives further into further development.

❝Two graves. One shared truth. And a bond that wasn't meant to exist.❞ Captain Kim Taehyung is sent across the world to uncover the masked face behind a criminal empire. What he finds is a man with a storm in his eyes... and a story deeper than files can tell. Jeon Jungkook, unknown to all, unforgettable to one. Secrets start to break. Memories whisper from graves. And somewhere between trust and betrayal, a decision must be made - one that defies orders, logic, and even the law. A soul-deep bond. A silent connection that pulls beyond time and justice. 🌑 The Meeting of the Grave - where the biggest truth is hidden behind the quietest goodbye.

Veil of the Hollow Star: Ashes of Aetherium An epic fantasy adventure of ancient gods, fractured realms, and the war that never ended. Aeon Valcairn awakens in the ruins of a forgotten temple, a blade in his hand and his past erased by the Hollow Star. Haunted by fragments of memory and hunted by shadows born of his own lost self, Aeon must journey through the unraveling world of Vaerhold-a land torn by a war between realms and scarred by the Betrayal that shattered the Veil between life, death, and the void beyond. Guided by Nyra, a mysterious warrior bound by oath and secret, Aeon must ascend the Citadel of Echoes, reclaim the fragments of his soul, and confront the truth of what he once was-a god-slayer, a gatekeeper, and perhaps the catalyst of the end itself. But beyond the rift, something ancient stirs. The Hollow Star has begun to pulse again, and with it comes the return of the Aetherium Shards-keys to forbidden power and the return of an ancient evil imprisoned before time began. The realms are falling. The gods are silent. And Aeon must choose: reclaim his former self, or forge a new fate from the ashes of Aetherium.

In a world where nearly everyone is born with a Quirk, Izuku Midoriya was told he had none. But the truth was never absence-it was silence. When a single encounter with All Might floods his body with something far greater than he can comprehend, the silence finally breaks. Voices begin to answer. Power begins to take shape. And Izuku is forced to confront a terrifying truth: He was never quirkless. He was simply... waiting to resonate.

Wintervale Academy doesn't exist on any map. Once you enter, there's no clear way out. But when Elias Ward receives a black envelope sealed in wax - one that knows his name, his bloodline, and his mother's darkest secret - he finds himself drawn to the school that may have swallowed her whole. Inside its frost-covered walls, nothing is as it seems. Rooms shift. Shadows watch. And beneath the stone halls sleeps something ancient... and hungry. They say the Bell hasn't tolled in decades. Last night, it rang. And it remembers his name. Can Elias uncover the truth before it consumes him too?

The Earth Walkers are a wandering people, rarely heard of and more rarely seen by any other kind, but when a young Earth Walker named Gwendolyn ends up alone, her mentor and only companion leaving her to answer an urgent summoning, she must face the dangers and wonders of the forests on her own, teaming up with an unlikely ally - a morally ambiguous shapeshifter called Jack - as the cause for her mentor's sudden departure becomes clear when strange rumours about a dark and twisted power from the North reach her ears...

Yurin Minami thought it was just another night, just another game. Until a message appeared: "Do you wish to begin the journey? Yes / No" One choice dragged him into a world that should not exist- a world where quests appear as panels, demons crawl out of black portals, and shadows whisper of a forgotten prophecy. Armed with the mysterious ability Veil of Providence, Yurin's dagger is shrouded in darkness, his fate bound to secrets that even the game itself dares not reveal. But he is not alone. Companions, enemies, and something far more dangerous await him in the cursed land of Shuuenroku. And in a world where survival depends on more than strength... one wrong step may unravel everything Join discord to stay connected : https://discord.gg/GYxY6dqP © 2025 [crdxjohan]. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be copied, translated, or distributed without the author's permission.

I didn't mean to be involved in a murder. I only meant to survive a week-long corporate retreat on a private island where the Wi-Fi was unreliable and everyone hated each other politely. When our host turns up dead before the ferry returns, the rest of us are stranded with no outside contact, too many secrets, and one inconvenient fact: I may not be remembering the night correctly. As accusations circulate and alliances crack, I start documenting everything-mostly to prove I'm innocent, partly because someone needs to keep track of the lies. The problem is, the more I write, the clearer it becomes that everyone has a reason to kill him. Including me. So the real question isn't who did it. It's whether I can trust myself when I think I know the answer.

In this chapter; ShanX explains the details as to what SoraX Xan'eath is and what the race is capable of.

The Crownless King tells the story of Caelan Merrow, a disgraced noble who returns to reclaim his family's legacy in a cursed land. Facing supernatural forces and ancient prophecies, he sacrifices his sight to become a different kind of king - one ruled by memory and truth, not power or crown.