klaris deepwoken

Enter a world of ancient prophecies, where valor clashes with rage, loyalty is tested by betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power knows no limits.

The life of Nakate Ashen is interrupted when he is suddenly transmigrated into a world of monsters, trials, and the unknowable Depths below. As he searches for a way home, the Lumen begins to twist his memories—and his identity starts to fracture. A story set within the Lumen and the Depths of Deepwoken.

Gun Seren spent the last two years of his life mastering one thing: Deepwoken. Five thousand hours. Hundreds of wiped characters. Thousands of fights in the Depths. Among the chaos of monsters and drowned horrors, his Vantablack Godseeker build, Drake Eshet, had finally become perfect. Gun didn’t just play the game. He lived it. But in the middle of another night of Depths ganking, the world freezes. His internet dies. And a message appears on his screen: “The Towers Have Appeared.” Across Earth, colossal towers pierce the sky on every continent, bringing with them a mysterious system of Nexuses, Classes, and Floors filled with monsters. Humanity is forced into a new era where the only path forward is to climb, grow stronger, and survive. Gun doesn’t care. He just wants to log back in. But when he reconnects, his character-his two years of work, memories, and victories-is completely wiped. His perfect build is gone. And the towers appeared at the exact moment it happened. To Gun, that means only one thing. The towers stole Drake Eshet. Now he’s going to take everything from them. As the world begins testing people to awaken their Nexuses and Classes, Gun enters the system with one advantage nobody else has: the instincts of someone who has already spent thousands of hours surviving brutal combat. While others rely on their powers, Gun relies on something far more dangerous. Perfect timing. Parries. Reaction speed. Combat instincts honed in the merciless Depths. In the American Tower, where climbers struggle to survive even the first floors, a new name begins spreading among the hunters and monsters alike: A climber who treats life-and-death battles like PvP. A fighter who wins without flashy abilities. A player who climbs the tower the same way he dominated the Depths. And this time, when Gun Seren reaches the top… he isn’t stopping until the towers themselves are wiped.

An avid fan and beginner of the hit game Deepwoken finds himself thrown into another version of Earth, unaware of the fact that he's in the world of the Netflix tv series All Of Us Are Dead. Good thing he got a little more than he was expecting for on his 18th birthday. **** - [WARNING] will contain zombies and people being killed gruesomely along with other adult content, reason being why this is r18 - This will follow the story but not exactly. - All works pertaining to Deepwoken, In-N-Out, Netflix, or any other references mentioned in this fanfiction belong to their individual brands or franchises. I do not plan on monetizing anything from this work.

I awoke, on a cold beach, during a cloudy day. I had no recollection of who I was, all that I know is my name, and that something lurks beneath the calm waters. Based off the In-Development game made by Monad Studios.

Very first novel

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!

Sunod-sunod ang naganap na patayan sa lugar ng Antonio del Pilar. Isa-isang natagpuan ang bangkay ng mga kriminal na matagal nang wanted sa batas. Ngunit ang ipinagtataka ng mga pulis ay kung bakit putol-putol ang katawan ng mga ito. Ang iba ay dinukutan pa ng utak at mga lamang-loob. Bukod pa sa brutal na pagpaslang ay nakitaan din ang mga ito ng kamandag ng ahas na maaaring tunay na ikinamatay ng mga ito bago wasakin nang ganoon ang katawan. Sigurado ang taumbayan, hindi magagawa ng isang pangkaraniwang ahas ang ganoong uri ng pagpatay. Nilalason muna ang biktima sa pamamagitan ng kamandag bago durugin ang katawan at dukutan ng lamang-loob. Bumalot ang takot at pagtataka sa buong lugar. Nahihiwagaan sila kung sino o anong uri ng nilalang ang gumagawa ng misteryosong pagpatay. Isang tanong ang nabuo sa kanilang mga isipian... TAO ba o AHAS ang pumapatay sa bayan ng Antonio del Pilar?

[Disclaimer]: This story is fictional. While some locations and elements may be real but used as fiction, others are entirely imagined. --- [Synopsis] Shiva Bhairava, 25, is a brilliant prosecutor with a mind fractured by delusional syndrome—visions, voices, and violent impulses he has spent years suppressing under the steady, gentle guidance of the only person he ever trusted: his mother. But when she is found dead—swiftly dismissed by authorities as a “suicide”—Shiva’s world collapses. He knows the truth festers beneath the lie. His mother would never take her own life. And in the shadows behind her death, he sees the one monster he has feared since childhood: His father. A ruthless mafia kingpin now polishing himself for a seat as Malaysia’s next prime minister. A man who hides blood beneath his tailored suit—and the father of three other sons born from concubines, each groomed to be a perfect weapon. Shiva, the true eldest, was always the mistake—too moral, too fragile, too dangerous. Now, with his mother gone, the chains she held have snapped. And the fracture in his mind becomes his greatest weapon. To uncover the truth of why she was murdered—and the secrets she kept buried—Shiva steps outside the law he once defended. He hunts his father’s empire one son at a time, carving through corruption, politics, and the streets of Kuala Lumpur’s dark underbelly. Every kill brings him closer to the truth. Every truth drags him deeper into madness. What he unleashes is something even his mother feared, a broken mind with a mission, a son shaped into a monster, and a justice soaked in blood. ---

Nicklaus is your everyday normal kid until he was reincarnated into a weird world. His golden finger was a weird ability that makes him turn into a battleminiac and eyes that copy and perfect every single skills he sees. To top it all, he came to know later he was not the main character but was destined to be the friend of the MC who everyone ignores as the MC does cool stuff. Watch how he trends through the line of insanity and almost insanity. One small line that might turn him into the greatest hero or the villain of worlds to come. This book contains mostly of my MC's Point Of View almost all the time because it is all about him that's why I named it Nicklaus. My MC is kinda like Broly, the more he fights the more he gets stronger so there might not be a single time where he loses and he is not dumb enough to fight someone that can one shot him. That's just stupid. Also, it may contains characters that are not my product so if you find any know that they are not my own but belong to works of original makers.