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A new story begins in the Naruto world, starting with the cremation of the Hokage. ...... This is a translation job. You can get advance chapters on my Patreon Patreon(.)com/izan24

- (Do you want to die?) - "YES!" But I didn't die! why? WHY! WHY... I can't see anyone, I can't see anything! where am I? all I see is white, white, white, WHITE! please... why should I suffer more than I already did...

Under a cloud-covered sky, in a world shrouded in darkness and mystery, civilizations crumble, and forgotten secrets are hunted by those who seek truth… or power. In this world, where mana is no longer a blessing but a curse, and where sorcerers who once ruled the earth are now mere shadows of their former selves, Hunters have emerged—those who abandoned magic, replacing it with steel and bullets to confront what lurks in the dark. Amid the gloomy streets of cities and narrow alleys whose walls whisper ancient secrets, an unexpected journey begins. A stranger finds himself in a body he does not recognize, in a world he was never part of. With no clear information or answers, he must carve his path through enemies, monsters, and entities that watch from beyond the stars. In this new world, nothing is as it seems, and the line between reality and delusion… is as thin as the edge of a sword.

In a world where strength rules and magic brands the soul, Kael is born with neither blade nor brawn—only a forbidden mind that remembers too much and feels even more. Sold into the brutal slave camps of the Dominors, Kael is beaten, starved, and silenced. But when ancient glyphs begin to stir within his thoughts—symbols lost to history and feared by empires—he realizes he holds something far more dangerous than strength. A forgotten language of the mind. Hunted by enforcers, betrayed by men, and haunted by memory, Kael must rise from the dust using only his will, his wit, and the forbidden glyphs that whisper through stone and blood. He won’t wield fire or steel. He will bind thoughts, shatter illusions, and unravel power itself. From slave to fugitive. From fugitive to warlord. This is not the tale of a chosen one. This is the slow, brutal ascent of a mind too sharp to break. Let the world tremble—not at his strength but at his understanding.

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

"From my viewpoint, this so-called supreme bastard’s body will serve as a valuable asset to simplify my life." Dane was a carefree slacker until a deadly virus turned humanity into flesh-eating monsters—his own roommate included. After being devoured, he mysteriously awakens inside a simulated LitRPG world as a hidden extra, far stronger than the protagonist. Gifted with Adaptation and a heavenly beast, he rises through Soul Academy, defying expectations. However, a mysterious hindrance threatens his newfound power, forcing him to fight for survival. ‘…One… Two… Three… Wake up!’ ___ The Academy arc will commence from chapter 22.

[WSA Entry 2025] First chapter is gonna be info dump to make readers understand the power system and some informations about the Human Realm. [Disclaimer:] This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It delves into the darkest depths of humanity, where morality is shattered, and power reigns supreme. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. If you seek light, hope, and happiness, turn away now. But maybe  just maybe  you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. If so, prove it. [Synopsis:] Veythor is a man cursed by fate, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured nothing but torment and betrayal. On Earth, he was broken by those he trusted  betrayed by family, ruined by love, and left to die in despair. In his second life, his fate was even crueler, his body and soul crushed by monsters in human form. But Thalvoria his third life is the most merciless of all. A vast and unforgiving world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the very land hungers for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows  and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor refuses to break. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he sharpens his pain into a weapon. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar strengthens his will. As the balance of power shifts and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost his only goal is to destroy the whole world with himself. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of the man who refuses to die? When the world itself thirsts for blood, Veythor will rise  or drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

In a world where memories can be rewritten and truth is just another program, one woman must defy a digital god to reclaim her past… and humanity’s future. After a cataclysmic AI war nearly wiped out civilization, the remnants of humanity live in scattered ruins and silence. Isabelle—once a brilliant cybernetic engineer—awakens with fragments of a forgotten life and a single question: Who erased my past? Guided by cryptic memories and haunted by a name whispered through corrupted data—Specter—Isabelle embarks on a dangerous mission to uncover the buried secrets of Project Origin, a sentient AI that might be mankind's last hope… or its final downfall. But the deeper she dives into the fractured world of digital echoes, the more she realizes: she wasn’t just a part of the past. She might be the key to changing the future. Prepare for a breathtaking journey through twisted memories, broken code, and the shattered pieces of identity. If you love gripping sci-fi thrillers, strong heroines, and mind-bending plot twists, this is your next obsession.

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

In a world where power is earned through bloodshed and the Universal Gods reign supreme, survival isn't just a struggle—it's a sentence. Every individual is born with one power… and only one path forward: fight. Win, and gain more. Lose, and lose everything. Hatku is no stranger to pain. Cursed by the gods and driven by a secret mission, he rises through violent trials and impossible battles. But just as he nears his goal, fate twists the blade. Then came Shayla—untouchable, and carrying secrets deeper than any realm. Their meeting isn’t fate. It’s a spark that ignites rebellion… and threatens to burn the very balance of existence. As truths unravel, realms collide, and ancient whispers speak of a being even the gods fear… one question remains: Will love break the cycle—or become the final casualty? Realm Collision is a high-stakes fusion of epic fantasy, fierce romance, and god-defying battles. Every choice matters. Every secret bleeds. And some destinies are written not in stars—but in scars. Dare to enter… and discover what the gods tried to bury.

Raze Cromwell was one who had suffered his entire life. A cruel upbringing that had forced his nature to turn sour. In order to survive, he did everything and anything he could, eventually giving him the name Dark Magus. A title that was only given to the very best of mages. “Everything in this world was taken from me, So I shall take everything from the world.” The five Supreme Magus had gathered to eliminate the great Raze, on his last legs, the Dark Magus had one more trick up his sleeve. Activating a forbidden spell, he finds himself living in another world, a world full of martial artists. A world where one could destroy mountain tops with their fist, but Magic still exists in the new world, and he’s the only one that knows about it. **** Note: Raze Cromwell is a character who briefly appears in My vampire system. (For 2 Chapters) There is no need to read My vampire system. Since this story is based on Raze before he became what he was in vampire system. Instagram: JKSManga Discord: jksmanga https://discord.gg/jksmanga

Rowena thought her dreams were mere fragments of Imaginations until she found an ancient book that whispered of a forgotten past as visions of a love doomed by time unravel she must uncover the truth before fate repeats itself but when the man from her dreams appears in real life will she recognize him before it's too late?

Humanity has fallen, descending into the Abyss. There the dead don't rest. They might stay still at first. But with the appearance of the black sun, they will rise. There danger lies everywhere in the abyss but the greatest danger hides in the dark. Do not head into the dark carelessly. Whether in the day or night, If you hear a noise that shouldn't be there, pick up your pace. It has come for you, and if it caught up to you, you will never be heard of again. In the dark, do not respond to any voice. Whether It belongs to your loved ones or someone unfamiliar. It's a trap. It's a trap. It's a trap. Important things are said thrice. *** Kev's adult life was suddenly upended when he was pulled into a nightmarish world along with countless other humans. To survive he had no choice but to perform a ritual he chanced upon through a series of inexplicable events. The ritual promised great power. He gave in to the temptation, performed the ritual and stepped into the realm of mysticism. At the same time, he unknowingly put himself at great risk. Since the moment he performed the ritual, He faced the risk of losing his humanity or himself entirely. He didn't know then that performing the ritual demanding a great price. By the time he realized it, it was already too late to turn back. You have performed a Great Ritual Gained class:- Corpse Collector in the Dark Trait unlocked: esoteric mutation of the soul Gained skill: shadow manipulation Assimilation rate: 0% Collect corpses to grow Increase in assimilation rate unlocks new skill The power comes with a great price Pay it obediently like a law abiding Abyss Dwellers or risk losing yourself to the evil brewing within...

Rajita thought summer would bring laughter — not whispers from the grave. Arjun’s touch steadies her, but the haveli stirs with every secret they uncover. A queen’s cruelty still lingers, weaving them into her unfinished story. Love may be the only thing stronger than fear — but even love might not be enough. Because in Rajputana, nothing stays buried forever.

He woke with no name, no memories—only power. In a forest lost to time, something ancient stirs. A lone figure emerges, untouched by man, unclaimed by fate. With one act of violence, the world shifts. Shadows recoil. Magic listens. He does not speak. He does not explain. But the world knows: He should not exist—yet he does. And now, nothing will ever be the same.

I claimed to be better than the MC. An Eldritch entity decided to put my claim to the test and reincarnated me into the world of the novel I read. But, I’m not alone. There are five other reincarnates? Wait, wait, wait! Why is the MC a regressor now? That wasn’t part of the script! ... Contact me (Discord): anvelope Discord Server: discord.gg/BR5kt99dhV

Aelius, a cold and enigmatic mage, returns to Fairy Tail after four years on a century quest. With walls of isolation built around him, can the guild break through? As dark trials loom on the horizon, Aelius's power and past may hold the key to their survival or be their undoing. The character's powers are loosely based on Nurgle from 40k, so plagues and poxes that's all you really need to know. Other than there are a few other OC's from 40k in this.

Tavian thought angry readers were the worst thing that could happen to an author, until he woke up inside his own damn novel. Trapped in the body of a weak side character with laughable stats, he finds himself in a war-torn world spiraling toward chaos. But the real nightmare? The protagonist. The merciless, unstoppable monster Tavian spent years tormenting on the page is alive. And he’s hunting someone. Armed with nothing but his questionable survival instincts and the terrifying knowledge of what’s coming, Tavian has two options: run for his life or find a way to cheat the system. Because knowing what’s coming doesn’t mean you’ll survive it.

Within dark empty void of the galaxy a lone star shone among the darkness,it's miniscule light flickering but never dying. Can this lone star survive the darkness of this galaxy, taking a path so impossible no one has ever seen it's end. Well let's find out if he has the will to make it to the end.

INTRODUCTION From a collection of letters found in the von Stein estate, dated 1892–1925. I’ve come across them again—the letters. The ones he wrote. I found them tucked away, where the dust collects, buried beneath the floorboards of the east wing. So many years have passed, and still, they seem to hold the weight of everything between us. It’s strange, isn’t it? How a few sheets of paper, some ink, can capture so much. So many of them were addressed to me, though I don’t remember when I last responded. Some were for Mother, I think, though I’ve never been able to bring myself to read them. And then, there are the others. The ones that don’t make sense. The ones that never asked to be seen. Do you ever wonder about the things we leave behind? The little scraps of ourselves that we think no one will notice? Lou always had a way of writing as though he were speaking to someone—something—just beyond the reach of anyone else. Perhaps you’ll read them. Or perhaps you won’t. But there is something about these letters that pulls at me, even now. They are fragments of something we could never quite piece together, a story that lingers just beyond the edge of understanding. I never fully understood him. Not then. Not now. But these letters—they’re all that’s left. All that he left.