Darkhumor Stories

Lou Yuqing transmigrates into a cultivation world and binds to a gossip system, perfect for someone who just wants to lie flat and watch the drama unfold. There's only one problem. Her thoughts... aren't private. At the disciple acceptance ceremony, the esteemed Immortal Venerable Zixiao is about to take in a final disciple, until Lou Yuqing casually thinks: [That disciple will betray him in the future, steal his Daoist partner, loot his pills, and leave him a laughingstock of the cultivation world.] The Immortal Venerable's expression changes instantly. "We have no master-disciple fate." The chosen disciple: stunned. Lou Yuqing: even more stunned. Things only get worse from there. [Those two girls? Both impostors. The real one was thrown into a snake pit.] Sect Leader: "How dare you!" [That 'son-in-law'? Actually a woman in disguise.] Young Lady: "...A woman?!" [That patient? An undercover traitor who just crippled the Medical Sage and escaped.] Enforcement Hall: "Seize him!" Lou Yuqing just wanted to quietly eat melons and mind her business... But somehow, every thought she has gets broadcast to the entire sect. As secrets unravel, scandals explode, and chaos spreads- The sect prospers. Justice is served. And Lou Yuqing, the unwilling gossip machine... Becomes the darling of the entire cultivation world.

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. 🔥

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

Warning: I do not own Nintendo, The Legend of Zelda, Hazbin Hotel, or Helluva Boss. All rights belong to their respective owners. Y/N lived an ordinary life. No magic. No destiny. No grand adventure. That all changed the night four assassins broke into his home. Outnumbered and wounded, he fought with everything he had. Blood stained the floor as the battle raged, but even after defeating his attackers, fate showed him no mercy. Trapped within the burning remains of his own home, Y/N watched the flames consume everything he had ever known. Death should have been the end. Instead, it was only the beginning. Awakening in the depths of Hell, Y/N expected to become just another sinner among countless souls. But something far stranger awaited him. Reborn in the body of the legendary Demon King, Ganondorf, he now possesses unimaginable power in a world ruled by demons, overlords, angels, and endless chaos. As ancient darkness stirs within him and Hell itself begins to take notice, Y/N must decide what kind of king he will become. A conqueror. A tyrant. Or something far worse. For in a realm where monsters thrive and sinners fight for survival, the Triforce of Sin has found its bearer. And Hell may never be the same again.

ATTENTION!!! BEFORE READING THE WHOLE DESCRIPTION PLEASE KNOW THAT THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF GUN'S AND ROSES SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ G&R, GO AND READ IT FIRST!!!!! This is a work of Fanfiction,any names characters,stories and events are very fan fictitious. Wherein Lisa finally finishes her Story Writing project "Gun's and Roses" given by the Mysterious Mr. Han. What happens when her fantasy turned into a twisted reality? "I never thought this would happen. The quote is a legit thing. Never judge a book by its cover." What if I told you? The Dark Secret of Kim's University? What if I told you? Lisa entered the Kim's University without knowing what that place really is? "I once complimented my own Story. As much as it sounded weird ,all I can say sir is it was cute hehe" "Hmmm...cute you say? That's something right there Manoban" - This story is practically the book two of Gun's and Roses. I decided to put this in another book for a reason. Take my warning ⚠️ -G!P(Lisa) -More Bloody than Gun's and Roses -Over the Top Obsession and Possession - More Gore than Gun's and Roses - More Torture Scenes than Gun's and Roses Bloody-#31-(03-16-2021) Darkhumour-#30-(03-16-2021) JenniexLisa-#32-(03-16-2021) Darkhumour-#28-(03-16-2021) Bloody-#42-(04-14-2021) Bloody-#5-(8-10-2021) Bloody-#4-(8-15-2021) Bloody-#4-(7-8-2026)

A poetic journey weaving together the narratives of Gideon and Madison. This collection balances hope and pessimism, joy and pain.It represents the raw truth in all its complexity , haunting , inspiring and unforgettable.

Eight years ago, he vanished. Aria moved on-or at least convinced herself she did. She buried her heartbreak under a medical degree and carefully built walls, telling herself the past was done. But the universe clearly had a sense of humor. After a 4:00 AM hospital shift, all she wants is sleep. Instead, she wakes up in the morning ... next to the one man she never expected to see again-Rowan. Same space. Same pillow. Same ache she thought she'd outgrown. Now he's back, quietly undoing everything she spent years piecing together. Every glance feels familiar. Every accidental touch feels louder than it should. Like nothing ever really ended. Like eight years of silence was just a breath held too long. Eight years too late... or maybe just in time to shake a life she thought was finally steady.

Pierce only wanted a roll of tape from the corner store, but a troublesome woman and a creature of the night follow him home through the snow. Short story, 4,500 words.

Saya has a special arrangement with a dragon. She gets tied to rocks. He gets the gold. They scam villages with fake sacrifices, overcooked rituals, and a convincing act of "damsel in distress." She's no maiden - just a fast-talking harlot with sharp instincts, flexible morals, and a talent for moaning on cue. He's no terrifying beast - just a very old, very gay, very arthritic lizard with a hoard, a temper, and joint pain from shapeshifting too much in the bygone ages. It's all going swimmingly until heroes start showing up. Cults get nosy. Other dragons get ideas. And Saya begins to wonder what exactly she's doing in a world where virtue gets sacrificed and livestock counts as treasure. A sword-and-sandals fantasy with scams, sarcasm, sensuality, and sheep.

死神.✦ ݁˖ ❝ 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦... ❞ 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗕 .✦ ݁˖ 01 ↳ The story follows our (soon)beloved main character, Natsuki Kuuhara...... ....a grim reaper with horrible knowledge of human's mind, way too confident with their judgement, until things goes horribly wrong. And she has to do something! ⤷ Toilet Bound Hanako-kun, Alternate Universe 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 ›› 07˙02˙2026 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 ›› --˙--˙-- 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : Ongoing 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝘆: Yumi & UsaNeko 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝....

Mikaela has always been okay with being invisible-the background character in everyone else's story. No drama. No attention. No expectations. Then she accidentally summons a demon. Not a cute, harmless one either. A powerful, chaotic, refuses-to-listen demon named Fred. Now Mikaela is stuck in a secret school where power equals popularity, spirits determine your rank, and blending in is nearly impossible-especially when your "low-level" companion could destroy half the campus without trying. Pretending to be weak should've been easy... If Fred didn't keep making it impossible. If the rumors didn't keep spreading. If Alex Count-the most powerful (and annoyingly attractive) student at school-would stop watching her like he knows something. But Mikaela has bigger problems. Because the more she learns about this world... The more it starts connecting to her mother's death. And the truth? It might be more dangerous than the demon she summoned. ✨ She wanted to stay invisible. 🔥 Now she might burn the whole system down. *Please leave a vote or comment* NO GHOST readers even though there's spirits in the story. Ha 👻🚫

Xiao Li was brutally rejected after confessing to the man she'd loved for five years. Then she transmigrated into the body of a Level 99 heroine in the Demonic World.

> 𝚂𝚑𝚎_𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝_𝚑𝚒𝚖_𝚝𝚘_𝚋𝚎_𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝( ). > 𝙰_𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍_𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝_wit𝚑_𝚊 99% 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍_𝚝𝚘_𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍_𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑_𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜_𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎_𝚠𝚊𝚜_𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛_ 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝_𝚝𝚘_𝚋𝚎_𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎_𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 _𝚊 _𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝙰_𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝚜𝚑𝚎_𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍_𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 = > > 𝙰𝚗𝚍_ 𝚏𝚘𝚛_ 𝚊_ 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎_ 𝚍𝚒𝚍. ( ) = > 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕_ 𝚑𝚎_ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍_ 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜_ 𝚑𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝_ 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘.' > { > [ The way her voice changes when she's tired.] > [ The way she avoids looking at him.] > [ The way her heart rate doesn't stay steady when he gets too close.] > 𝙷𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜_ 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘_ 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 = > ( ). > 𝙷𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜_ 𝚗𝚘𝚝_ 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘_ 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎_ ( ). 𝙱𝚞𝚝_ 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 -- 𝚑𝚎_ 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍_ 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜_ 𝚗𝚘_ 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛_ 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝_ 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. { 𝙷𝚎'𝚜_ 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 }. "Are you planning to keep ignoring me?" > 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜_ 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛_ 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘_ 𝚋𝚎_ 𝚊_ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚘𝚗𝚎_ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝.\'( ).

Attendance at the Mating Ceremony is mandatory once a she-wolf comes of age. No exceptions. They were unprepared for the consequences.

Love is a battlefield. Literally. To the rest of the world, Alice is the flawless, smiling idol of her high school. To herself, she's a burnt-out teenager desperately wishing for the end of the world just so she can skip class. She gets her wish when the sky tears open, unleashing an alien horde upon the city. Enter the Magical Girls of War-unstoppable warriors wielding cosmic power. Yet, behind the frills, ribbons, and massive weapons lies a darker truth: their magic is fueled by the rawest, most volatile human defects. Chief among them is a terrifyingly hyper-protective pink warrior driven by a dangerous, unhinged obsession to keep Alice safe at all costs... even if Alice has absolutely no idea who they are. Amidst explosions, flying debris, and broken hearts, a war of toxic emotions has begun.

_________________________________________________________________________ "..𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖?" "You mean physically?" "𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝.. 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖!" _________________________________________________________________________ Promises are not meant to last forever.. Y̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞ p̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞p̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ c̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ i̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞. So is saving people from cruel fate.. But, what use is it if you just keep saving people without knowing who they were? Or what they had done to deserve those fates? Could you save a person who wants to burn? Could you save people who purposely pray for the angels of death, just for them to 𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘? Human life is very interesting.. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞? A game of.. solving some lives that is gone? _________________________________________________________________________ This is a little detective story, where you are a well known colour-blind detective trying to solve murders, crime and maybe the 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 of yourself. Content Warning : it's in the description. Murder and etc of bad stuff. What did you expect? ಠ⁠,⁠_⁠｣⁠ಠ This story is mine and everything here is made from me, VioletRomer

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. If that psychopath decides you're on the menu, your fate was signed, sealed, and notarized before you even heard his footsteps. So don't embarrass yourself by begging. Seriously. It doesn't make him merciful... it just pisses him the fuck off. He doesn't give speeches. He gives brutal honesty. And every lesson comes delivered with all the warmth of a goddamn kunai straight to the face. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Your just fucked. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word...

Eight years ago, he vanished. Aria moved on-or at least convinced herself she did. She buried her heartbreak under a medical degree and carefully built walls, telling herself the past was done. But the universe clearly had a sense of humor. After a 4:00 AM hospital shift, all she wants is sleep. Instead, she wakes up in the morning ... next to the one man she never expected to see again-Rowan. Same space. Same pillow. Same ache she thought she'd outgrown. Now he's back, quietly undoing everything she spent years piecing together. Every glance feels familiar. Every accidental touch feels louder than it should. Like nothing ever really ended. Like eight years of silence was just a breath held too long. Eight years too late... or maybe just in time to shake a life she thought was finally steady.

25-year-old Grace Avery is a stunning woman working as a detective/investigator. Due to her looks, she often gets sexist remarks from her colleagues, seen only as an object of praise and beauty rather than a fellow detective. Annoyed and frustrated, she goes to an old friend for help and assistance, asking for a partner who doesn't care about her looks and has the brains to work with her, to which she learns that there is a person who could help her, the problem lays in the fact that, that person is the very same man who Grace knew and hated in high school, Basil M. House. Will Grace continue to hate his guts? Is Basil the same man whom Grace knew in High school? And will their relationship change? This is a reimagining of Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Besides being a reimagining, it's also a composite of different mystery stories and movies that I loved, so don't be surprised if some of the cases or puzzles look familiar. Apologies for the grammar mistakes:( Really enjoyed writing this:) This story is also on royal road

You are Kris's soul. However, the thing is, Kris hates being controlled, and you don't want to remain having a random vessel rather than a body of your own. Maybe everything will get better after TV Time.