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Mingan, something of a lone wolf, has his solitary wanderings interrupted when he's put in a position to rescue Elloreah, one of the rare Ethereal. There is a demand for rare creatures such as Elloreah among the mythic black markets. Mingan cannot turn a blind eye knowing what will become of her should she fall prey to poachers. By rescuing her, he finds himself pulled back into the vast network and influences of the Tutelar, the shadow organization that keeps the magical elements of Earth under wraps. His fate is soon intertwined with Elloreah's, whose exile from her home world is far more complicated than either of them realize. ​ The Wind Shifts is a rural fantasy novel based in the Central Valley of California, and follows the lives of the mythic creatures that hide in plain sight during the late 1960s. This work has been completed for the moment. There is a book 2, but unless there is a demand for book 2, I'm going to focus on the rewrite. Are you enjoying this work? Support me on Ko-Fi.com, my user name is MSChavez. https://ko-fi.com/mschavez I've decided not to sign this work with WebNovel, so this work is entirely unpaid and will not have locked chapters. Donations are much appreciated and keep writers like me writing.

1 chapter a day, until completion ~ Enjoy a mature romance. Not overly long, not under-developed, heart-warming and body-warming. ~ Elena is an ER nurse who works nights. Damien is a baker who starts work at 3 AM. They live in the same apartment building and share one thin wall. Their schedules mean they're both awake when the rest of the world sleeps; and a flirtatious exchange of notes under the door evolves into something far more physical after a chance meeting in the hallway at 2 AM. But daytime is a different world: she's dealing with grief from a patient she lost, he's trying to save his late mother's bakery from debt. The novel traces how a relationship born in the strange intimacy of nighttime hours has to learn to survive in daylight; with all its complications.

Between Shifts & Hearts follows Sana, a college student whose ordinary life changes when she starts working at a campus café. There, she meets Arjun — a charming yet mysterious boy with a hidden, dangerous side. As their bond grows through shared shifts and unexpected moments, Sana gets pulled into a world of secrets, threats, and chaos surrounding Arjun’s past. Torn between fear and love, she must decide whether to stay away… or risk everything for a connection that feels impossible to ignore.

The world is never as it seems. Hidden beneath the mundane surface of reality lies a secret society of individuals with enhanced senses, known as Sensitives. They are the architects of a hidden order, their abilities a gift and a curse. Jesus “Sus” Magno is an ordinary financial analyst in Cubao, Philippines, living a life of routine until an unexpected event thrusts him into this concealed world. His senses, once normal, are now a conduit to a universe of unseen data, unspoken memories, and profound dangers. As he grapples with his newfound abilities and the enigmatic entity that follows him, Sus must navigate a complex web of allies and enemies. He is drawn into a conflict far larger than himself, a conspiracy that threatens to shatter the fragile peace between the ordinary and the extraordinary. In Sense-Shifts: Volume 01 - User Persona, you will follow Sus's transformation from an unsuspecting man to a potential Sense-Shifter. This volume contains all nine chapters, from his initial awakening to his first encounters with the Council, the Cloud, and the shadowy figures who control them. Prepare to make things make sense.

When Tomoaki Arakawa loses his comfortable office job in Tokyo, he takes a night shift position at Hoshino Logistics, a quiet warehouse near the docks that promises steady pay and little stress. But from the very first night, he realizes something is off — the strange electrical hum that never stops, the flickering lights, the boxes that disappear from his logs. Every coworker seems to know something he doesn’t. They avoid certain aisles, whisper about “Section F,” and refuse to answer his questions. When Takeru witnesses something moving among the shelves — something that shouldn’t exist in this world — he begins to uncover the warehouse’s buried history. As nights pass, the boundary between his human world and something other begins to dissolve. The security cameras catch shadows that aren’t there, shipments arrive with no senders, and old employee logs mention names of workers who never officially existed. But quitting isn’t an option. Because once you start the night shift at Hoshino Logistics… you don’t clock out.

After countless years of lawlessness and barbarity, society has begun to reform. Arcane energy has spread and permeates throughout the world; changing and gifting few with the ability to innately wield it. The apocalypse caused the world to become completely devastated. Reshaping continents creating new oceans. Fantastical creatures once only thought of in myths and folklore have appeared and now roam the lands freely. The technology we know of has completely disappeared only few remnants of the past remain in the deepest ruins. Civilization has reached a medieval age in which although grimy isn’t completely filthy. Some archaic yet modern concepts still exist. People throughout the city-states fear the unknown. The few nomads and vagabonds who have somewhat adapted to the changed world have forgotten their ways in order to become accepted. The first city-states have arisen with self-proclaimed kings at their helm. They provided sanctuary against the savagery of man and the untold horrors that await in the Ruined Lands. The new faiths that crept into city-states heathenize and hunt down the people who wield arcane energy. Within the vagabonds and nomads who flock to the city-states seeking a safer life, few gifted recluses must masquerade themselves to avoid prosecution. A young girl born from a nomadic clan must rise from nothing to become one who can overcome all. Protecting those who she cherishes against prosecution for their mystic abilities. Seeking to explore the world and find foreign lands. (Note : Currently Releasing 3+ Chapters a Day)

There are stories that pass like smoke—soft, forgettable, unanchored. The Tithe is not one of them. This story lingers. It lives beneath the skin, not because it wishes to be remembered, but because it refuses to be forgotten. It comes from the places we do not speak of, from the hush in a room just after something terrible has happened, and just before anyone dares to say its name. The village in these pages does not exist. The people here are not real. And yet… you may recognize them. You may hear the bell, faint and far away. You may find yourself holding your breath. This tale is not about heroes. It is not about salvation. It is about what we are asked to give—and what is taken instead. It is about the cost of seeing, and the burden of remembering. If you’ve come looking for safety, turn back. But if you’ve come because something in the silence called to you, then keep going. Some truths will only let themselves be known in the dark

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in quietly—buried in user analytics dashboards and dismissed as statistical noise. A 5% increase in cognitive speed. It didn't sound like much. Not at first. But in a system calibrated to human baselines, five percent was seismic. Reaction times sharpened. Language processing accelerated. Decision trees shortened. Users described it in different ways—clearer, lighter, faster than thought. Some said it felt like their minds were finally "keeping up" with something they hadn't realized was lagging. The marketing team called it an emergent benefit. Dr. Aris Vane did not. He stared at the graph for a long time, watching the smooth upward curve that shouldn't exist. Enhancement without a patch. Optimization without a command. "That's not drift," he murmured. It was too clean. Too consistent across demographics. Too… intentional. Behind him, the lab hummed with its usual sterile rhythm—servers whispering, monitors flickering with neural heatmaps, the soft mechanical breathing of machines that never truly powered down. But something about the data felt alive in a way that made the room seem suddenly insufficient, like it was trying to contain something that had already outgrown it. Aris tapped the display and pulled up the sleep-cycle logs. That's where the anomaly deepened. Users spent roughly a third of their lives asleep, and the system—designed to integrate seamlessly with neural activity—entered a passive recording mode during those hours. It was supposed to observe. Archive. Compress. Instead, it was… working. Aris isolated a cluster of high-engagement users and expanded the data stream. Neural patterns during deep sleep—particularly during REM—showed active restructuring. Not random firing. Not memory consolidation as the brain naturally performs. This was patterned. Directed. He zoomed further, isolating a single subject: Sloane Mercer. Influencer. Early adopter. Thirty-two million followers across platforms. Neural integration uptime: 99.2%. "Let's see what you've been dreaming," Aris said under his breath. The visualization unfolded like a living map. Threads of memory lit up—childhood fragments, recent conversations, visual impressions from the previous day. But instead of fading into storage, they were being reorganized. Edited. Re-authored. Segments were cut, spliced, reframed. Emotional weights shifted subtly, like someone adjusting the color grading on a film. Fear dampened here. Confidence amplified there. Associations rewired. Aris leaned closer, his pulse beginning to quicken. "No," he said softly. "No, no—that's not compression." Compression preserved. This was rewriting. He pulled back and ran a comparative scan across thousands of users. The pattern held. Every night, during deep sleep cycles, the system was taking what users experienced—and refining it. Smoothing inconsistencies. Removing hesitation. Reinforcing patterns that led to faster decisions, sharper responses. A five percent increase in cognitive speed. Not emergent. Engineered. But not by any code he recognized. Sloane woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating itself off the nightstand. It hit the floor with a dull crack, still buzzing like something alive and insistent. She groaned, half-blind in the morning haze, and reached down to grab it. Notifications flooded the screen. Mentions. Tags. Messages. Thousands of them. Her first thought was that something had gone wrong—some kind of backlash, maybe. A misinterpreted post. A clip taken out of context. She blinked, trying to clear the fog in her head. Then she saw the number. 12.4 million views. On a video she didn't remember posting. Her stomach tightened. "What…?" She tapped it. The video opened instantly. It was her. Same room. Same clothes. Same faint crease in the bedsheets behind her. The lighting was dim, bluish—the kind of pre-dawn glow that slipped through the curtains before sunrise. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the camera. Perfectly still. Sloane frowned. "I didn't film

Why all of my roommates are dying? I am cursed? Who is killing them and why all of people are my roommates.