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Oh? Another lone wanderer amongst the wastes? Come then friend, sit by the fire and warm thyself. What's that traveller? You ask of my tale? Well, I would not say that my tale is spectacular, but I would recount it to the best of my voice. I served alongside many of my kin, with the insignia of death baring bright menacing on my chestpiece, we were kin in both blood and battle, serving under the banner of a grand lord. He taught us of doubt, of reasoning, of the hatred of the divine. He taught us that should something ever happen to him, that we must not seek what occurred. I jest! He did not speak of the last, he simply groans and lives as he pleases. But he made sure we hated the divine, after all, they birthed us imperfect, but for what reason you ask? I know not myself fellow wanderer, but we banded together under mechanical and physical strength and won! Glorious is it not? Aye, our lord had taught us well, and we shed our roots for the sanctity of greater pastures. He led us, and I don't truly believe that he'd left us, but those are but ramblings of mine friend. Ah, you're leaving so soon? Are you not comforted by the tales and flame? I understand, what was buried should stay buried, but this one was never buried. This tale, is of a master that needed to have flesh, one that both embraced it and chose to it be disgraced. This is the tale, of what he would call himself to be, a "Monitor". ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Good day to you all! This is my first book that I've decided to write that isn't a fanfic. Rest assured this is going to be a learning experience for both you and me. I hope you enjoy and I'll be fine with constructive criticism that is valid, if you spam those " good good good good" stuff, I will delete them. This is the second addition to this work. It will be dark, just like TMT, BUT I will not hold back any bars. The deepest and darkest recesses of both yours and my minds will be bare open for keeping this work dark as hell. We will rip asunder a world bit by bit by bit. Perhaps we may even become desensitized to the madness. (A note, I have no fully decided on an upload schedule, and you shouldn't listen to the note on the second chapter(whenever it may come out) and yes, I will somewhat make the chapters longer, but my main focus is my fic for the time being. So yeah) (Newer Note! It's gonna be a weekly upload, so don't worry. Also I don't really have plans for a ko-fi or anything yet, and I will not put this work in a paywall, it doesn't deserve that, it's not exactly great.)

Content Warnings: This story contains explicit and graphic content that may be disturbing to some readers. Warnings include, but are not limited to: graphic violence, gore, body horror, psychological torture, child death, desecration of corpses, and themes of systemic abuse and corruption. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In a world where the nobility's grace is a gilded mask for unspeakable cruelty, an orphaned boy named Mormond watches his world burn. After the brutal murder of his adoptive sister, Nini, at the hands of arrogant aristocrats, something inside him shatters and is remade into a monstrous new form. In his grief, he manifests a terrifying and unique power, becoming the "Puppeteer Calamity"—a vengeful artist who reanimates Nini's broken corpse, transforming her into a beautiful and deadly marionette of vengeance. Their bloody crusade begins in the slums of Marlock, but soon their stage expands to the decadent and corrupt empire of Omnia, a place where the elite literally consume the souls of slum children to preserve their own vitality. Hiding behind the flawless disguise of "Milos," an innocent and cherubic orphan, Mormond infiltrates the highest echelons of power. He orchestrates a masterful campaign of psychological warfare, not with brute force, but with whispers. He turns nobles against each other, drives them to madness, and forces them to author their own destruction, all while they believe him to be a harmless, lucky charm. Each conquest ends with a new, horrifying puppet added to his public collection—a gallery of corpses left as a chilling signature. His reign of terror does not go unnoticed. The empire's champion, Tifa—a swordmaster of holy light known as the Divine Guardian—is tasked with hunting the "Silver Shadow." She is his perfect opposite: a beacon of order and righteousness dedicated to protecting the very system Mormond seeks to annihilate. But as Mormond's web of control tightens around the empire's throat, an unforeseen complication arises. The ghost of Nini's true self begins to awaken within the puppet, her fragmented memories and prayers creating a glitch in his perfect control. This internal fracture becomes Mormond's greatest vulnerability. His desperate, violent attempts to maintain possession of his sister's soul expose him at the worst possible moment, forcing him from the shadows and into a direct, desperate conflict with Tifa and the full might of the empire. The Conductor's controlled performance descends into a chaotic war, where the price of his vengeance may be the very soul he fought so hard to keep. A novel by : ATLASBANAW

Léa Morvan a grandi en croyant qu'elle avait toutun nom, un avenir, et un frère qui brûlerait le monde entier pour la protéger. Elle n'a jamais remis en question pourquoi chaque homme qui s'approchait d'elle disparaissait. Elle appelait ça de l'amour. Elle appelait ça la famille. Puis elle est rentrée à la maison. Un coup de téléphone. Une étrangère en pleurs dans le couloir de son enfance. Une vérité qui a brisé vingt ans en un seul souffleelle n'a jamais été une Morvan. Elle a été échangée à la naissance. La famille qu'elle aimait ne lui a jamais appartenu. Humiliée, mise de côté, remplacée du jour au lendemain par une fille au bon sangLéa n'avait plus rien. Sauf lui. Ethan Morvan l'a coincée dans le couloir sombre, calme comme il l'avait toujours été, et a prononcé les mots qu'elle n'attendait jamais : Tu sais depuis combien de temps j'attendais ce moment ? Il avait toujours su. Il avait toujours planifié. Il l'avait gardée près de lui, chassé tous les hommes, et attendu le moment où elle ne serait plus appelée sa sœur. Maintenant Léa doit déciderEthan est-il son salut ou sa menace la plus dangereuse ? Une histoire sur une femme qui perd tout, y survit, et se relève plus forte. Et l'homme qui était obsédé par elle bien avant que ce soit permis.

Because sometimes you have to fight fire with hellfire, there’s Caine Deathwalker: raised as a demon, armed like a gun merchant, and fuelled by booze. Nice is a dirty word and killing is what he does best. Make a contract with hell, and he could be on your side, God help you. Caine signs onto guarding the beautiful daughter of a leading Japanese industrialist. Protecting is harder than indiscriminate murder and mayhem, but gold is gold, and the prize of a mystic demon sword is dangled over his head as added incentive. Haruka will make an interesting bonus if he can get her out of her kimono—and the damn living zombies will leave them alone long enough for him to bang her. A powerful succubus is playing cat to Caine’s mouse, but he has a cat of his own; a black leopard spirit beast from the Amazon jungle that’s taken a liking to him—and his booze. And then there’s his “father”, an ancient Atlantean demon with a code of honor. Formidable back-up, but Caine senses a greater threat lurking in the shadows, something primal, hungry, and possibly more evil than himself. He shakes his head. Nah, couldn’t be. This book is intended for mature audiences.

Naoki bất ngờ xuyên không đến thế giới Pokémon đầy sắc màu. Cậu thừa hưởng một trang trại nhỏ nhắn nhưng ấm cúng, nơi đầy ắp sự sống và tiếng cười. Dù cuộc sống mới không thiếu thử thách, Naoki vẫn nuôi ước mơ về những ngày tháng yên bình bên các Pokémon đáng yêu và mềm mại. Với trái tim chân thành, cậu quyết tâm tạo nên một cuộc sống giản dị, nơi những bữa ăn hương vị đậm đà không chỉ làm ấm lòng mà còn gắn kết cậu với các Pokémon thân yêu hơn bao giờ hết.

Adina Lendl, an assistant in a leading media company, is ready to prove herself worthy in any way possible. She takes up on an impossible job I.e. to get a scoop from the mysterious Simmons brothers. Crossing paths with them was the biggest mistake she did or so she thought!

Tout le monde m'enviait. Madame Calloway. Femme de l'intouchable titan de Wall Street. Mais ils ne connaissaient pas notre secret. En deux ans de mariage, mon mari ne m'avait jamais touchée. Puis, lors du gala de charité annuel, il a embrassé l'amour de sa vie. Devant tout le monde. Je me suis dirigée droit vers eux et j'ai arraché le diamant de mon doigt. "Tu veux le titre de Madame Calloway ?" "Il est tout à toi. J'en ai fini."

#WSA2026 Kael was born in the slums of the city on the Tower’s First Layer, where he spent his entire childhood in poverty. One day, monsters descending from the upper layers invaded the First Layer, slaughtering his family before his very eyes. Years later, driven by grief and determination, he swears to climb the Tower and eradicate the monstrous threat that looms over humanity. Or so I thought... ======================== https://discord.gg/QKbgJ9NkYy Chapter Length: around 1500 words ======================== ABSURDWORKS circle

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

Reborn into the past, Zhao Nuanyue is no longer willing to be morally blackmailed by her so-called relatives and be a puppet at their mercy. She will use her own abilities to protect her younger brother and personally take revenge for her past life. Her benefactor from her past life is in a coma, and she voluntarily becomes a bride to ward off bad luck, becoming his wife. What was a solo fight transforms into a tag-team takedown, crushing those cruel, malicious bitches and scumbags from her past life! That man: "Whoever bullies you, I'll kill them!" That woman: "No need. Just dote on me. I'll take care of trashing the scum myself!"