Tragic Stories

Title 2: I Wanted the Wolf King, but I Got the Warmaster Before the Fall. Transmigrating into the most despair-inducing Underhive wastes of the 41st Millennium, Kaelen, a mere mortal, thought his days were numbered. When his cheat system finally activated, he prayed for one thing: Just give me Leman Russ. I need the Wolf King to survive! [Ding! System error. Target locked: Davin. Salvaging soul...] Instead of the loyalist Wolf, a dying giant crashed before him, his soul teetering on the edge of Chaos corruption. It was the Warmaster himself. Horus Lupercal. Staring at the tragic, uncorrupted demigod covered in scars, Kaelen went completely silent. "Horus," Kaelen sighed, pushing up his goggles. "Your father is a corpse on a golden toilet, your brothers have all gone insane, and the Imperium is a rotten hell-hole." Horus: "...?" No divine bloodlines. No genetic enhancements. Just a mortal commander armed with future knowledge, a glitchy system, and the most powerful Primarch in history serving as his loyal sword. If the galaxy is broken, they will carve a bloody path from the Underhive to Holy Terra to fix it. 🩸 [The Ultimate Fix-It]: Erasing the tragedy of the Heresy. Horus never falls, and the traitors will bleed. 🧠 [Mortal Domination]: Watch arrogant Space Marines and Chaos Daemons experience absolute cognitive shock when outsmarted by Kaelen's ruthless modern strategies. ⚔️ [Purging the Dogma]: Slashing heretics, kicking the Golden Throne, and reviving the Emperor's true dream. 👑 [Building a New Order]: From a desperate survivor to the shadow ruler of the Indomitus Crusade.

《天幕之下的余烬》 Tiān Mù Zhī Xià de Yú Jìn (An original BL story) [CURRENTLY UNDER MAJOR EDITING & UPDATE] They say a genius could have gotten everything he wanted as he pleases, but not for Wei Lian. Not until he was diagnosed with cancer that easily spread on his now fragile body and only has a year to live. Breaking apart every dreams and achievements that he, himself has created. Currently lying on a hospital bed trying to entertain himself with cultivation novels. What more could it take to make himself happy in that kind of situation right? Now he transmigrated into the body of a villain in a cultivation novel 'The Hero of Azure' named Mo Shen whom people called 'Crimson Calamity' due to his ruthlessness, violence and tyranny in his very own Vermilion sect. Dying then living again- in the body of a disgusting villain, how many misfortunes will he experience just to finally obtain peace?

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈; "𝑩𝒊𝒓 ç𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒈ö𝒛𝒆 âş𝒊𝒌 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂, 𝒅𝒊ğer 𝒈ö𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌ö𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒏." 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠. _________________________________________ Ayesha lives in the heart of Istanbul, running a small, worn-out bakery that smells of memories she cannot let go of. Between unpaid bills, a sick father who doesn't remember her, and a younger brother who is her only reason to keep breathing...with a trauma and a past of obssesion that never leaves her alone she carries a life far heavier than her fragile shoulders should. _________________________________________ People call her many things...Some call her resilient, Some call her foolish And some... Call her a Curse... But Ayesha has learned one thing the hard way kindness is easy to give, but trust is a luxury she can no longer afford. Until one day-- A stranger walks into her bakery, Broken. Bleeding....Desperate. Musa Altan. A man with tired eyes, dangerous silences and secrets buried deeper than the wounds on his skin. He asks for nothing but work... but stays like he belongs And slowly, He begins to stand where no one ever has before In front of her. Against the world...When accusations rise, when her name is dragged through dirt, when her past is used against her He doesn't ask...He doesn't doubt...He protects...Because some loves don't begin with confession...They begin with presence With standing beside someone when the world chooses to turn away. But not all stories of protection are soft. Some are written in blood, in Yearning . ------- Because beneath his name lies a truth no one is ready for.

[UNDER MAJOR REVISIONS AND EDITING] "𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤." - 𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 ━━━━━ She is powerful, known across the world. Admired by millions. Worshipped by some. When she suddenly chose to leave everything behind and move to Japan to pursue her childhood dream of becoming a hero, the world followed her every step. People know her as an idol, actress, singer, model, and a celebrity whose performances defy all logic. On stage, she bends space itself, she opens portals with a flick of her hand, and she manipulates time as if it were nothing more than a toy. Because of those impossible abilities, the public gave her a title, "𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥." A woman blessed with a so-called Universe Quirk. But is that truly all there is to her? Is it really a quirk? Or is it something far more terrifying? A blessing, a curse or perhaps something that should never have existed at all. The truth is that nobody knows. Not even herself. With fragmented memories and countless questions buried deep within her soul, she begins a journey to uncover the truth behind her existence. A journey that will change everything. Who is she? What secrets are hidden within her forgotten past? Who will be the first to break through the walls surrounding her heart? And when the truth finally comes to light, will she still be the same person or will she become someone else entirely? ━━━━━ My Hero Academia × Sakura Celestial (OC!) Read at your own risk.

One night. One horrific incident. That's all it took to change the course of life for them. Hurts, lies and betrayals. An Emanet to be taken care of. Emanet: something/someone trusted to Disclaimer: This is my work of fiction. So please don't copy. Started: April 28,2023 Ended: December 24,2023

The Demon Corps had done it-the impossible. The endless war ended with the Demon King's death beneath the piercing rays of the rising sun. Yet victory demanded the ultimate price... none lived to see it. The nightmare was over. But not for one man. A swordsman blessed by lightning rose from the ashes. No longer the trembling coward, he vowed to become the wall that would defy time itself-to shield the ones he loved and strike terror into demons like the wrathful thunder of the heavens. Zenitsu Agatsuma awakens in a world both achingly familiar and impossibly distant. Fate has given him a second chance-or perhaps a cruel jest. Haunted by battles yet to come and faces he could not save, he walks a fragile path where even the smallest change could unravel destiny. And as shadows gather once more, a single question remains: can he rewrite the future, or has fate already chosen his end? ----------------- MAJOR SPOILER FOR THE DEMON SLAYER MANGA!!! READ IT AT YOUR WON RISK! Disclaimer: I do not own Kimetsu No Yaiba or any of the characters from this story except any OCS that I may create in the future. Everything in the story belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge. Author-Sama signing off~~

•🏆 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 - 𝘅𝟭6 • 𓄲 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. In the forgotten alleys of Hanyang's slums, a street artist 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸, sketches faceless visions of a prince bound by fate and a red thread coiled around his finger that tightens with every dream. In the royal palace, the Crown Prince 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 awakens from the same dream... haunted, beneath layers of silk and a blood-bound charm. The court fears him, and the prophecy is clear: ❝𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟.❞ Two souls never meant to meet, but fate cracks with a single stroke and the shared dream becomes far too vivid to ignore. As art bleeds into destiny and the red thread begins to burn, they face the ultimate choice: ❝Defy fate... or surrender to a love that could destroy a kingdom.❞ ⁠.⚘. 𝘚𝘰𝘮⁠𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳...

Zerin, a boy without a place in anyone's heart, grew up in an orphanage. Life wasn't great, but he couldn't complain; others had it far worse. Unknowingly infected with the Spell, he was cast into a blood-soaked land, where he claimed divinity for himself, receiving the Aspect: Lord of Veins. (This story is purposely different from the original Shadow slave Novel. I am new to writing so expect things to spiral out of control, I am aiming to improve so expect mistakes.) Thanks for Reading!

Creation is effortless for the celestials. Experience is not. They can design landscapes, histories, entire civilizations. They can engineer catastrophe and salvation. But they cannot produce genuine interiority. Iridescent was conceived as a solution. Not a spectacle. Not a narrative. A living consciousness placed within endlessly shifting realities. Some participants were chosen. Some were taken. Some never had a choice. One did. Her operational name: Iris. She will inhabit countless lives. She will forget and remember in fragments. She will become many. But the system recognizes only one constant. Iris. Always. Now she is in: Iridescent 1321

Every flower carries a secret... a confession, a memory, a promise, a regret. Each story blooms with the quiet ache of love unspoken and the courage it takes to finally say it. The Language of Flowers a romantic one-shot collection inspired by the hidden meanings of flowers.

Punjab, 1940s. Before borders were drawn, before maps decided who belonged where, Mira and Saad belonged to the same little world. A world of crowded bazaars, summer afternoons, family gatherings, rooftop conversations and promises that seemed too ordinary to ever break. They grow up together. Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, friendship quietly becomes something neither of them knows how to name. Then history begins changing the world around them. And suddenly, the future they imagined isn't as certain as they thought. Intezaar is a story about two people who loved each other before they understood what love demanded from them-and who learned that sometimes the hardest part of loving someone isn't finding them. It's believing they are still somewhere in the world, waiting too.

Note: Uploading the novel version here so you don't have to worry on where to read it. This work doesn't belong to me, so all credits go to the author. Prologue: "Noona, stay with me. Keep your eyes open..." A young boy, cradling a bloodied woman, pleaded desperately. The woman, coughing up blood, struggled to speak, "Chaeyoon... I have a wish..." "A wish...?" "I wanted to fulfill it once I get out of here, but it seems hopeless now... Could you do it for me...?" The boy, called Chaeyoon, furrowed his brows openly. The moment the word "wish" left the woman's mouth, some of the desperation in his gaze faded. "Cough, cough! Cha... Chaeyoon... My wish..." "I'll go get Uncle Sangtae." "N-No... It has to be you, Chaeyoon." "I told everyone that if I get out of here, I'll die, that I'll take my own life. Why is everyone like this?! Uncle Sangtae is right over there, and so are Alex and Kangjin hyung. There are so many people here, so why do they all come to me?" "If you grant wishes for the living, can't you grant one for the dead?" "That seems a bit different..." "Cough, cough... Huff!" The boy's expression turned increasingly cold as the grip on his forearm weakened. He muttered a curse under his breath. "Fine. What's the wish? If it's something I can do, I'll grant it..." The woman, as if she'd been waiting for his response, finally spoke. "Three million squats, five thousand runs. That's all I need..." The boy was at loss for words The woman, as if satisfied, closed her eyes and drew her last breath. Around them, comrades wept and called out her name. For the boy, who had 218 ridiculous last wishes to fulfill once he left this place, all he felt was bitter frustration.

After their hometown is destroyed without warning, Warui and his two childhood friends, Chena and River, are left stranded across the border with nothing but each other. Desperate for food, shelter, and stability, the three enter a military training program and are soon pulled into a conflict far larger than the home they lost.

A curse. What do we define curse as? Something evil. Something vile. Something disgraceful. But what if this story does not have a hint of evilness? Even a hint of vileness? Not even a tiny droplet of disgracefulness? This is the story of Sanah Ibrahim & Nawaf Abdullah. Two souls who are bound to be together yet they clash with eachother all the time.

What would it be like to no longer remember who you are? For three years, Emilya has been trying to recover the memories that were taken from her. Haunted by strange nightmares and unable to remember part of her past, she desperately searches for a way to get them back. When a mysterious object appears at an auction in Tezora, Emilya believes she has finally found a lead. But she soon discovers that she isn't the only one after it...

Z1LLA got everything he ever wanted. The wins. The spotlight. The future he fought for. So why does it feel like he lost the only thing that mattered? After walking away from the biggest opportunity of his career, Z1LLA tries to rebuild a life outside the game-but silence follows him everywhere. The kind he chose. The kind she left behind. Amara is gone. No messages. No explanations. No way back. But moving on isn't as simple as letting go. Haunted by everything he didn't say, Z1LLA lingers at the edges of her world, searching for answers he may not deserve-through stolen glimpses, unanswered questions, and the one person standing between them. Because some silences aren't empty. They're intentional. And the closer he gets to the truth, the more he realizes-this might not be a story about winning her back. It might be about learning why he lost her in the first place. Request Backup! is a story about regret, restraint, and the cost of waiting too long to speak. Told from Z1LLA's perspective, it explores what happens after the breaking point-when winning doesn't feel like victory, and the one thing worth fighting for is the one thing you're no longer sure you're allowed to reach.

A boy who craves and values academics above everything else believes success is the only future worth chasing. On his first day of school, he meets someone just as intelligent, determined, and unwilling to lose-his academic rival. What begins as silent competition inside classrooms and libraries slowly turns into an unspoken connection, built through shared pressure, late nights, and stolen glances. As their rivalry deepens, so does their bond, until feelings neither of them expected begin to surface. But just as love finds its way into their carefully planned lives, time becomes their greatest enemy. Dreams, circumstances, and inevitable choices stand between them, testing their hearts and forcing them to face the question of whether love can survive when everything else demands to come first. In a world ruled by deadlines and expectations, time is running out-and so is their chance to hold on to each other.

It is about the crushing pain of watching someone you love move on to someone else while keeping you stuck in emotional limbo or about the wilted dreams of ex-lovers.

Hanggang saan aabot ang tibay ng damdamin mo para sa pusong tila laging nasa kabilang dulo? May pag-asa bang abutin ang kaniyang mundo o mananatili kang nakatingin mula sa malayo?

In a world where your mana type defines your destiny, seventeen-year-old Julio Caylen Corazon is a boy trapped by expectation. Born with potent Nature Powers, the society of the Lands has already written his future: he is a "Support Type"-destined to stay behind the front lines, healing the wounds of true heroes. But Julio isn't content with being a shadow. Defying the elders and his own lineage, he sets his sights on becoming a Warrior. His opportunity arrives when news of the Mana Crystal Rush sweeps across the ocean. On a distant, untamed continent where every mercenary and sellsword is hunting for fortune and power, Julio sees a different kind of prize. He isn't going for the gold. He isn't going for the fame. Julio is heading into the heart of the "New World" to test his vines against the Native Killers-monstrous guardians and lethal warriors who have never been defeated. In a land where only the strong survive, can a "support" boy turn his roots into a weapon and prove that nature doesn't just heal-it hunts?