scary sea stories

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

En la Tierra de la era moderna, An Lin parece haber sido abandonado por Dios. Cuando su padre desaparece de repente, An Lin se queda con la inmensa deuda de su padre, lo que pone su vida en riesgo. Tras ser acorralado en una azotea por sus acreedores, An Lin es inesperadamente levantado por los aires y depositado en el suelo a salvo. Tras descubrir que fue salvado por un Inmortal, a An Lin le es obsequiado, aparentemente por pura generosidad, el «Sistema del Dios de la Guerra» y un pase a un nuevo reino. Acompaña a An Lin mientras experimenta un mundo completamente nuevo de leyendas, conoce a muchos nuevos amigos, adquiere armas y herramientas legendarias y emprende su camino para convertirse en un poderoso cultivador. ¡Nunca hay un momento aburrido en la nueva vida de An Lin con su "genial" nuevo Sistema!

This is a world with only the sea, countless islands scattered on the sea, and countless treasures scattered in the sea. Swords, gunpowder, and sailboats are the main themes of the sea. The power of the gods is hidden in these countless secret treasures. Eternal wealth, endless life, hidden knowledge, and fantastic power are all treasures. Get the treasure hunting system and find treasures in this magical sea.

Li Zi Yun was the eldest daughter of the Li family but her dad hated her. Her step sister or should she say half sister was always ready to take everything away from her. Her step mother was trying to make her life a living hell. But she was no longer the old Li Zi Yun who was yearning for love. Her boss was waiting for the moment when he could make her pay for what she took away from him. But she will endure it all. She had nothing to lose. She will not succumb to the situation. Li Zi Yun was now in a respectable position in one of the top companies. No one can take advantage of her any longer. She was going to play by her rules. P.S: I Don't own the book cover. English is not my mother tongue. So please forgive me if I make any mistakes. Also Check out my other book 'Back to 22'

18+ (Dark Content) Liburan Tasia dan teman-temannya berakhir di luar dugaan. Tasia yang adalah gadis penakut, tidak pernah menyangka pertemuan dan niat baiknya terhadap seorang anak kecil di tepi pantai saat malam hari akan membawa hidupnya ke dalam kekacauan. Karena ternyata, anak manis itu adalah jelmaan pangeran siluman ular yang mendiami kerajaan goib di laut timur. .... Tasia menatap Hadyan yang tersenyum ramah padanya. Lalu air mata mulai menggenangi matanya lagi "Aku ingin pulang. Aku tidak mau berada di sini. Maafkan aku jika aku berbuat kurang ajar sampai kalian menangkapku, tolong lepaskan aku! Ku mohon!" Hadyan memijat keningnya sendiri "Kau tidak salah, Tasia. Aku membawamu ke sini, karena aku telah memilihmu untuk menjadi permaisuriku di kerajaan ini." "Apa? Permaisuri?" Ulang Tasia. Hadyan mengangguk "Ya, aku telah memilihmu sebagai permaisuriku. Jadi, mulai sekarang kau akan tinggal di sini bersamaku." Tasia menggeleng cepat "Gak mau! Aku tidak mengenalmu! Lagipula aku punya rumah dan nenek juga teman-temanku menunggu di sana. Aku tidak mau menjadi permaisuri mu. Aku mau pulang!" *** Mohon berikan support (Power stone, Komen, Review) kalau kalian suka ceritanya ya!! Trimakasih & Selamat membaca!! \^^/ Karya Lydia_Siu di Webnovel : - The Prince Of The East Sea (Tamat) - The Black Swan Behind (Tamat) Banyak quotes dan info menarik di sosial media author! Yuk difollow! Instagram : @author_lydia_siu FB Page : author Kalong_ungu / Lydia_Siu Twitter : @kalong_ungu *** Note tambahan : - Cerita ini terinspirasi dari tokoh, tempat, dan cerita mitos yang banyak beredar di Indonesia. Lalu digabungkan dan mengalami modifikasi sesuai imajinasi author. - Isi, nama, tokoh, dan lokasi dalam cerita ini tidak ada hubungannya dengan cerita rakyat/lokasi yang sesungguhnya.

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."