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"Tang San, give up. No matter how strong you are, I, Yu Tianyan, will always be above you." First Martial Spirit: Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Second Martial Spirit: Falling Heart Flame "You use the Clear Sky Hammer to smash my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex's true body, and I will use the Falling Heart Flame to burn your wife! Tang Hao, I advise you to calm down." Disclaimer: This is a Translation You can support me and read advanced chapters in my patr30n patreon.com/Horizons685

read the story and know. dark world op mc. yamino died two times and become a soul and a dungeon master in abyss. but then he recieved a box from his future self. the box contains the a latter. the game of wars is coming. we need to be powerful enough to survive. congratulations Skill Name: Solo King Rank: SSS Type: King-Level (Sentient) Nature: Unique – One-of-a-kind in all known realms Origin: Born from Yamino’s soul, bound by fate, ambition, and divine authority Core Trait: The Solo King is not just a skill—it is a sovereign entity born from Yamino’s will. It has a will of its own, one that remains silent until life-threatening moments arise. This skill respects Yamino as its king, but it tests him often. As he grows, the Solo King evolves, unlocking its ten regal powers. --- Revealed Sub-Skills: (10/10) 1. King of Nothing Defeated beings become Yamino’s vassals—souls bound to him in loyalty and servitude. They lose their past and are reborn under his rule. He can summon and command them freely. > “Those who fall before the king… rise only in his name.” --- 2. King’s Tax Yamino absorbs 100,000x power from followers and 1,000,000x from defeated foes. The absorbed energy is stored in the "Royal Vault," used for strengthening, creation, or defense. > “The king does not borrow—he collects.” --- 3. King’s Aura A suppressive aura of dominance. All who are weaker feel fear, submission, or hesitation. Stronger beings are pressured, slowed, and psychologically strained. > “His presence alone bends the knee.” --- 4. Domain of a Sovereign Yamino creates a dimension in his soul. Inside it, he becomes absolute. He shapes laws, terrain, time flow, and physics to reflect his will. > “Within these walls, only the king writes law.” ✉️ [email protected]

God Realm, Eternal Temple   Huo Yuhao activated the Eternal Eye as usual and looked down at Douluo Continent. In the vision of God, this vast continent was displayed before him without any cover: the majestic walls of the Spirit Hall, the magnificent Tiandou Palace, the towering Battle Soul Hammer, the majestic and solemn Haotian Sect, and the richest Seven Treasures Glazed Sect... All the details of the continent were in his sight. If author have any issues about this book. So please let me know i will remove it.

I thought ghost stories were BS — until the night something screamed outside our dorm at 3:14 a.m. Not a prank. Not an animal. Something wrong. Something that dropped from a ceiling vent with no eyes, no lips — just a torn-up face and a voice like metal scraping bone. Now we’re locked in the principal’s office. The people outside? They wear familiar faces — my teachers, my friends — but they’re not human anymore. And they know we’re still in here. We don’t have long. Something in the snow wants us. And it’s not done hunting.

In a world ruled by blades and sorcery, young Kenta’s life is torn apart when he witnesses the brutal slaughter of his family. Left alone and consumed by unrelenting grief, he vows to exact vengeance, no matter the cost. But as he delves deeper into the darkness within himself, Kenta uncovers a terrifying truth: he is the reincarnation of Hendrix, the god of death—a being once feared for his merciless reign of destruction. With each step closer to his revenge, his dormant powers awaken, threatening to consume what little humanity he has left. As whispers of his return spread, kingdoms tremble, and shadows gather to claim him as their master. In a world where life and death hang by a thread, Kenta must decide—will he become a weapon of annihilation, or will the boy he once was be lost to the god of death forever?

In the heart of New Avalon, a neon-drenched metropolis where the supernatural and the mundane coexist under fragile treaties, ancient vampires rule from the shadows. Their influence is woven into the city’s foundations — from elite nightclubs to high political offices. When Julian Vire, a lonely, brooding vampire noble, saves a young violin prodigy named Ari from a brutal mugging in a back alley, a strange bond begins to form between predator and prey — or perhaps, between two broken creatures trying to find meaning in a world where magic is commodified and souls are currency. But Ari is not just a musician. His music carries the rare magic of a Soulweaver — an ancient gift that can bend memory, awaken slumbering spirits, and even heal the deepest of wounds. As Ari plays, he unknowingly begins to awaken long-forgotten desires in Julian and the slumbering hunger of something older and darker buried within the vampire’s blood. Their growing connection begins to unravel the pact that holds the supernatural peace in New Avalon, and now both man and monster must decide: will they save each other… or bring down the city with them?

Guardians of the cursed world Tripolis realize they have no greater power over their destiny than the humans they are assigned to protect. When the Chaos her siblings call Mila, loses her most beloved brother Light, she sets out to dismantle the system that enslaved her.

Forensic psychologist Eleanor "Ellie" Grayson is called to evaluate Jonas Blackwood, the sole survivor of a gruesome massacre linked to an occult ritual. Jonas exhibits disturbing behavior—his eyes empty, his voice shifting, and his words cryptic: “We are many. We are hollow.” At first, Ellie assumes he’s suffering from severe psychological trauma, but when a wave of unexplained violence spreads through the psychiatric hospital where he’s held, she realizes something far more sinister is at play. As Ellie investigates, she uncovers a chilling legend—The Hollow Ones. Once human, these beings have been emptied of all emotions, desires, and identities, becoming vessels for an ancient, unknowable force. The more people they consume, the stronger their presence in the world. And the more Ellie learns about them, the more they take notice of her. Soon, she begins experiencing eerie symptoms—her reflection lags in mirrors, she hears voices whispering from the shadows, and she feels her emotions dulling as if something is siphoning her very soul. Desperate for answers, she joins forces with Dr. Alistair Kincaid, an occult historian who warns that once someone is marked by the Hollow Ones, the process of hollowing out is nearly unstoppable. As Ellie fights to retain her sense of self, she discovers that Jonas Blackwood’s excavation of an ancient burial site may have unleashed the Hollow Ones once more. The entities do not kill—they spread, infecting the minds and bodies of the living, transforming them into soulless husks. Now, Ellie must race against time to stop the spread before she loses herself completely. But how do you fight something that is already inside you? And if the price of survival means sacrificing a part of her humanity, is she willing to pay it? In a chilling blend of supernatural horror and psychological suspense, The Hollow Ones is a terrifying exploration of identity, possession, and the creeping fear of losing what makes us human.

She was running from the shadow of her past. He was the shadow chasing her. Feared by the underworld, Arham Shah doesn’t take no. But when obsession turns to something deeper, Fatima must ask herself— Is he her curse, or her only escape from the darkness?

Every seven years, at the stroke of midnight, one of Lorynth’s ancient bells tolls. By dawn, someone is missing. No struggle, no trace—just an empty space where they once stood. Elya Mornshade, a relic hunter with a knack for uncovering forgotten truths, arrives in Lorynth on the eve of the next tolling. The city is a labyrinth of shadowed alleys, whispering doorways, and wary souls who refuse to speak of the disappearances. When she meets a man who claims to have been taken and returned—changed in ways he refuses to describe—Elya becomes obsessed with unraveling the mystery. But the bells are not just instruments of time. They are something more—something ancient, watching, waiting. As the night of the tolling approaches, the air thickens with an unseen presence, and the city itself seems to shift beneath her feet. When the seventh bell finally rings, Elya will have to make a choice: turn back, or follow the sound into the unknown… But not everything that vanishes is lost. And not everything that returns is human.

Waking up in a crappy prison cell right in the heart of Asgard was the last thing Johnny expected. And to make matters worse, he found himself right in the thick of all the madness as Odin and Hela wreaked havoc across the Nine Realms! But you know what? Johnny's got a little something up his sleeve – the undead system. He can summon the undead like it's nobody's business. And here's the kicker – with every enemy devoured by his undead, Johnny and his army grow stronger, bringing him ever closer to fulfilling his destiny as The Undead Monarch. ----------- Disclaimer I claim ownership of absolutely nothing. As this is a fanfiction.

a short excited horror novel from my own thoughts about a chilling tale of a quiet village plagued by constant fear, brought on by the presence of a young girl with a sinister secret. Her transformation into a bloodthirsty creature remains shrouded in mystery, leaving questions about the origins of her curse or supernatural nature. The village's residents, paralyzed by fear, continue to endure the torment, raising the question of why they stay. The story potentially carries a deeper moral lesson, exploring themes of temptation, fear, and facing one's inner darkness.

Pravin is 25 when she starts having nightmare. How long will she take to identify herself and what is her past? Read to find out.

based in a true life story

3 sisters. A missing uncle. A mysterious estate. The essence of belief and knowledge and practical efficacy about being a human. Thoughts that often contrast with actions we experience in life are often at war with each other. What are we inside ourselves and what are we due to what comes inside from what lies externally in the experiences of life? Dreams that cause spiritual and emotional unrest linger always like a vague image or sound, often unregistered to the senses. You are not what you think you are! Life is not what you believe it to be, perhaps? In ourselves there are characteristics of outside influences and there are forms of conscience that bleed all over your constantly conditioned floor. If you know, then you know! At times life looks fantastical, at times it is surreal and stretches further from you as you reach to touch a piece of it. At times it is Vehement and times that rally your innermost fears. Come inside and find a story. Come inside and learn your fear and touch your minds lessons. Your hearts illusions and fallacies. Come learn and come touch what lives through all these things and days.