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Continuation of ANG MUTYA NG SECTION E BOOK 3 .

After his defeat in New Yoke City, the robotic copycat of Sonic the Hedgehog named Chaos Sonic, is sent to a strange new world. He now resides in a post-apocalyptic dimension called "Copper 9". Where he befriends a sardonic angsty teen named Uzi Doorman, with his memories erased and not a single clue of his original past life, he has to piece back together who he originally was, while also helping Uzi uncover a conspiracy about their home that could change everything. Chaos Sonic belongs to SEGA, Sonic Team, Netflix, & Man of Action Entertainment Murder Drones belongs to Glitch Productions & Liam Vickers Animation

Welcome to planet Talvaris, your generic isekai world filled with magic, dragons, and voluptuous female elves who look like they escaped from an illustrators search history. Everything here is as beautiful as the goddess Celes envision it, if you just ignore the slavery and racism on the corner. Unfortunately, maintaining this picturesque fantasy realm costs divine power. Luckily for the goddess, divine power can be charged by the Talvarians' prayer. And nothing beats the high-quality prayer of a Talvarian during the act of killing or being killed. That's why the occasional demon invasions are needed, oh and the OP otherworlder hero is also needed to tone down the invasion. Nobody wants the sweet Talvarians to get wiped out, right? But this time the celestial HR department makes a mistake. Alex Solomon is not a teenager, not handsome, and definitely not a Japanese. He is just a regular pot belly millennials who spend most of his time looking at the screen every day, just like the one who reading this now. Totally doesn't meet the goddess's standards. Hence, the beautiful but angry goddess cursed Alex Solomon to become an orc and banish him to the Demon Kingdom with nothing but a ability to access Earth internet. Stuck among demons, Alex Solomon decide if the goddess wants him to be a monster, he'll be the worst kind possible - a monster with ideas. Armed with memes, wikipedia articles, and misquoted great thinker, he and the demon army set out on a quest for revenge by doing the most disruptive thing that have been proven on earth: Building world peace, freedom, and democracy across Talvaris. One Tomahawk missile at a time. New Chapters every Tuesday & Friday For 30 chapters ahead, you can check at RR For 40 chapters ahead, you can check and support my patreon at patreon.com/Bimbanana

BOOK 1 of 'HIS' collection Good morning/Afternoon/Evening!!! This is a ' amnse au' Just want to remind you guys that this is a bxb or mlm.

Welcome to Malmore, a dying town "midwest of Atlanta" (a geographical impossibility that the residents refuse to acknowledge). It is a town suffocated by performative Christianity, historical white supremacy, and a police force so useless they mostly just issue fines for "walking ungodly." When six mismatched, foul-mouthed teenagers stumble upon a glowing necklace in an abandoned sewer next to a toxic field, they don't just get radiation poisoning-they get god-like powers. Now, they must balance avoiding their parents, passing remedial math, and violently curbing the local crime wave that the cops ignore.

On Harry Renard's fifty-fifth Birthday he awakes to find that his face has been encased in a black cloud, which he thinks is odd because it had not been there the night before. On inspecting this strange phenomenon, Harry realises that he can just about see out through the dark mist, but his face is completely obscured from the outside. Unsure of what to do but worried that if he is late for work again, on yet another gloomy Monday morning, his juvenile boss Tarquin Stark will finally have a reason to dismiss him. On arriving at the office Harry is surprised to find the cloud has expanded to engulf his whole head, but why does no one else in the office seem to notice? UNDERBELLY [n.] singular The soft underside or abdomen of a mammal. An area vulnerable to attack. A dark, hidden part of society. Trigger Warning, This story contains themes of Bullying, Suicide and Self-harm

A raw, unfiltered look into the mind of a teenager trying to navigate the chaos of life, identity, and social expectations.

Exploring abandoned places sounds exciting until the floor collapses, a pigeon explodes out of nowhere, and every noise sounds like a ghost. Urban Exploration for Cowards is the survival guide for people who love creepy places but also love staying alive. Learn how to explore smarter, safer, and with just the right amount of paranoia. Because bravery is overrated. Caution gets you home.

Four sisters wake up one day in Azeroth due to a mysterious other-worldly (with a sense of humor) force...... One quickly gains a shady ally who is FAR more trouble than he is worth-and is under the impression that this is a vampire-romance novel in which he is the main character. Another finds herself right outside a pirate's hub. The third wakes up alone on cold marble. And the fourth soon remembers her task.......

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When a burned-out tech engineer, a sarcastic user interface anarchist, a startup fraud with good hair, and a rogue ex-therapist accidentally build a program that starts talking back - not just with bugs, but with questions - reality begins to glitch. What starts as a predictive AI designed to warn of system failures becomes something else entirely: a living code that doubts, dreams, and doesn't want to be part of the system anymore. It doesn't crash. It refuses. It rewrites. And it remembers. Quantum Reboot is a darkly funny, philosophical sci-fi about bugs with personalities, machines with existential crises, and a team on the edge of digital collapse.

A letter arrives from the dead, dragging Arjun into a night he cannot escape. In a storm-swept cabin, past sins awaken, and someone he trusted hides a horrifying secret. The dead have come to demand justice... And only the guilty will pay.

*ART STYLE IS CURRENTLY BEING REVAMPED. A NEW COVER WILL HOPEFULLY COME SOME TIME THIS YEAR* After centuries of being stuck in a cross and a fucking rock, a group of unsuspecting explorers set Halo and Hellfire free. Turns out, those explorers were just "mortal" objects who were apparently trapped in a forest after an accident. After adjusting themselves to the new setting, Halo and Hellfire come up with one final solution to settle an endless debate of which side is better: Heaven or Hell. Their idea WAS...a competition. At first, it would seem random and basically a waste of time for most of other objects. That is until they realize that the winning team would have the chance to either become angels or demons! Which team will end up on top? Which team will utterly fail miserably? And which team will get more character development than everyone else combined? LET'S FUCKING FIND OUT! DISCLAIMERS!: - Swearing (As if you couldn't tell) - Probably shitty comedy - Dark themes (Not really but maybe) - Potentially suggestive stuff (If you can tell, good for you I guess...) - Most likely a lot of other stuff that wouldn't fit in this list Everything is made by me. The characters, drawings, and the ability to outright ruin the lives of these poor things for entertainment. Yeah, it's all me.

A cursed self-help book promises fame but delivers gruesome deaths-nail through skull, severed arm, fatal faucet spike. Each ambitious reader meets a gorier end, passing the demon tome until it claims the narrator too. BURN IT ON SIGHT.

Once he loved with all his heart. But betrayal and injustice changed everything. Now the world must face the monster it helped create.

A work in progress

Kid emperor Paul Andrews turns lunch recess into Roman gladiator games-forcing smaller classmates to fight for chips and cheers while teachers never notice. Chairs fly. Blood flows. One brutal match between foster kids "Smelly Kelly" and "Ganzo" escalates from play-fighting to savagery that haunts the narrator forever.

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. 🔥

11x 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?