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SOME STORIES ARE WRITTEN. OTHERS WERE NEVER MEANT TO EXIST. EVERY CANON HAS AN AUTHOR. BUT WHO WRITES THE WRITERS? Elias Vance dies mid-sentence. He wakes in a library where unfinished stories don’t end—they evolve into living worlds that can bite back. In the Shelves, every story is real. Every book is a living Canon you can enter, fix, or destroy. And people like Elias—Editors—are supposed to keep it all from collapsing. Except Elias isn’t normal. Something inside him refuses to stay one person. A broken Fragment from a fallen hero lives in his chest, bleeding instincts that aren’t his. When he enters a story, it doesn’t just change around him—it starts changing him back. Then there’s the one story he thought was gone forever. His own. A dead draft of his old life begins growing into something alive again, even though he never finished writing it. Inside it, a dragon circles a ruined tower waiting for an ending. And at the center of it all… is a version of Elias that kept writing after he stopped. Now every faction in existence wants a piece of him: * The Council that governs stories * Forgers who harvest dying worlds * And something older that watches where stories are born But the real problem isn’t them. It’s that Elias is starting to bleed into everything he touches. And if he can’t figure out what’s his… and what was written into him… then one day, he won’t be the one telling the story anymore. He’ll just be another unfinished draft someone else picks up.

A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

"Now everyone you love will die!!!" the villain yelled out. and pushed a button, showing many many different places.... including the VILLAIN'S LAIR?!?! "...." "yeah.... about that... let me explain." I said. - Two people, both sworn nemesis, and best friends. How? Why? I guess you will just have to find out. Read it. It's like 4 chapters long right now.

In later times, whenever people spoke of that galaxy, they would always mention its guardian—and the identity of the guardian’s descendant, the so-called “Devourer.” But all of it began in the distant past, in an era of chaos when the inhabitants of the planet were still at war with one another, a time when an ancient catastrophe seemed to be returning—when a young girl forged a pact with the one who would one day become the guardian. Additional tags: #War #military #Power struggle #slowburn #romance #Monster #Lost civilization #Lovecraftian horror

One day in Pangea, the sun fell and never came back up. Under the everlasting night sky, mystical and ethereal creatures appeared, powerful enough to wipe out hundreds of humans in seconds, and attacked. Millions of humans perished, and cities fell, replaced with small colonized encampments spread out across the single landmass. Until...in the dark sky, after exactly a month, the full moon finally appeared. A lucky...or unlucky few standing under the moon that day received a crescent sigil above their heart. From that day on, those marked individuals began receiving dreams...too real to be fake. And, one day, when they awoke, their dreams had come to life. Had a chest appeared in your dream? The very next day, you would run into it while looking for food in a forest. After traversing their dreams, both in sleep and in the real world, and solving them, they were granted Illusions, or supernatural powers, depending on their original dream. For the first time in history, humans could resist and fight back. Five years have passed since the first full moon, and Lux finds himself sitting under a moon...not just any moon, but a blood moon. However, his dream's mystery is far from...ideal.

Roma was born in an abnormal condition, where because of that condition, he couldn't use magic at all, unlike most other people who almost all of them could use magic. This condition also makes him always shunned by many people. However, an incident where he had to feel and experience a situation on the verge of death. Making him meet and get the power of the king from the past.

Tausende von Rassen koexistieren, wo das Schwert und die Magie zusammen leuchten, die Menschenrasse, Meeresrasse, Elfen, Zwerge, Orks ... alle eilen, um das Licht der Zivilisation zu entfalten und komponieren ihre epischen Tragödien! (Eine Farmgeschichte eines Herrn)

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!