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This story is about a boy and a girl who like each other, but they don't know if the other person likes them back. Let's see if they're able to confess their feelings or not... in time. Read at your own risk. Reading this might feel like a half-dead experience because there is absolutely no life in my writing yet. This is just a random thing I am trying to write. I have no actual idea how to write, I am just doing it because the idea seemed fun. I am not good at grammar or the structured form of writing, so things might be all over the place. Basically, do not read it. It is just a random thing I am trying to do. So YEAH, DO NOT READ, NOT GOOD, ALRIGHT?

What if all the colors went missing except one. Would the world still seem so magical? In Mud Mire that's their reality. There are no pretty skies, wholesome dandelions or bloody cherries. There's only mire, no rainbows, no butterflies, just mire. It may come in different shades like how pennies age with time, but that doesn’t change the fact it all leads to one pigment, tinge, or even tint of mud.

Aqua was born into the Crimson Demon Tribe, but unlike everyone else, he possessed no visible magical core. Branded as worthless, he was exiled from his home and forced to survive in a cruel world alongside the only person who refused to abandon him-his younger sister, Rose. Far from the tribe, Aqua discovers that the power sleeping within him is not a weakness, but something far more dangerous. As he travels across the world, he joins the Adventurer's Guild in hopes of growing stronger and uncovering his true potential. Meanwhile, the gods begin to take an interest in him, choosing him for a purpose he does not yet understand... And thus, the story begins.

The unwanted second prince of a powerful but corrupt Kingdom in a world of monsters and magic is set on the dangerous path of vengeance. Prince Ren Drakemore, under the protection and guidance of his demonic maid, works to covertly gain power, influence, and allies in hopes of eventually killing his own father, brother, and anyone else who stands in his way. Initially he hopes to right the evils perpetrated by his kingdom, but as he grows in power, he will also struggle to maintain his own humanity. Will he be the hero to save them all or the monster that consumes them? Only time will tell.

The city fell. I tried to save him. That's when he started laughing. Yara survived Runewick's destruction with an ancient power fused to her ribs. It whispers. It hungers. It promises she'll never be helpless again—if she feeds it. Her first attempt to save someone creates a monster. Her second creates three more. By the time she learns to bind people properly—to make them need her—she's already become something she doesn't recognize. Every choice is between horror and helplessness. Every servant she creates binds her tighter to the thing keeping her alive. Not a villain origin story. A survival story where survival has a price. Dark progression fantasy. Body horror transformations. Morally gray descent. Book 1/Volume 1 is complete. The story shifts from survival to kingdom-building. Book 2/Volume 2 is complete. The story continues with the kingdom building. ─────────────────────────────────────── What to expect: Morally gray protagonist making terrible choices for understandable reasons Body horror transformations - learning through trial and error creates monsters Servant binding mechanics - people transformed become dependent on purpose Dark progression - power has real psychological and moral costs Stats visible from Chapter 17 (LitRPG elements unlock mid-Book 1) Building a power base through bound servants NOT a power fantasy - every victory extracts a price What NOT to expect: Heroic protagonist or villain origin story Harem Easy answers or moral shortcuts Isekai protagonist with cheat skills Gratuitous gore for shock value ─────────────────────────────────────── CONTENT WARNINGS: Body horror, transformation, morally gray protagonist, graphic violence, psychological trauma. Not a power fantasy.

Heros need a voice of reason in their unreasonable visage

In a world on the brink of destruction where myths and legends blur together, a prophecy remains the only perspective for the future. It foretells the ultimate struggle between good and evil—the destruction or the salvation of the world—born from the blade brandished by the Warrior of Ashes. However, for Thiongane soldiers like Pierre, this story is nothing more than a tale, a tall story. Amidst the constant horrors and the permanent anguish felt during every new battle against the Djinns for three centuries, they have never seen even a shadow of these Boechins and their radiant powers. And Pierre’s only experience with the gods had long since convinced him that they should expect no favorable divine intervention. But whether one believes it or not changes nothing. Despite himself, Pierre finds himself in the heart of the most tragic and ferocious battle he has ever known, unaware that it is the fruit of manipulations by entities beyond all human conception. And in the ashes of this tragedy, the story of a boy was meant to begin. The first cog in a cruel destiny whose mechanism seems unstoppable. The first prisoner of a web already woven. Georges Badji.

After surviving the greatest school massacre of the century, a young man awakens with no memory of who he is. No past. No memories. No identity. He tries to move forward, leaving behind the scars he cannot even remember. However, the more he distances himself, the more fate insists on pulling him back. Encounters with people who seem to know him reveal fragments of a story he never knew was buried… or perhaps one he wanted to forget. Between what was lost and what still lingers in the shadows, submerged beneath the underground of his own truth, a question haunts him like a constant whisper… What did I leave behind?

Every great man believed he was righteous. War for Justice is the story of a boy raised in isolation, shaped by scripture, and pointed toward greatness before he was old enough to choose it. This is a story about faith and what it demands. About brotherhood and what it costs. About power - how it is seized, how it corrupts, and how it convinces good men that what they are doing is still good. Not every tragedy ends with a man who chose evil.

Diversity is humanity’s greatest weapon. A million minds, a million ways to survive, a million ways to die. But in the face of death, everyone unifies. Everyone begs the dark for a God. My name is Sword. It wasn’t always, but I now can’t remember what it was before the Facility took it. I was kidnapped from a normal life and thrown into a place built to grind people into weapons: trials, monsters, human hunters, and choices that rot your morals. Survive, and you earn another day. Fail, and you vanish. Now I’m a soldier with one purpose: war and slaughter. This is my story. (Dark Sci-fi Progression Fantasy)