gathering of angel horror stories

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

In an era when knowledge was banned, the physician Lyle had to be extremely cautious even in academic research, an invitation from the Andrei Academy materialized before his eyes. The Andrei Academy of Cassandale? Lyle peered closely at the tombstone before him, hissing, "Ah, the scholars here really know how to pick a spot."

What will happen when billions of people from Earth get isekai'd to a place called Endless Continent where Magic reigns supreme, are given a castle and an initial unit to fight for hegemony & immortality? Let's find out through the eyes of our protagonist, Kazehaya Haru, a fresh University Graduate who gets lucky and is assigned the powerful Angel Race as his troops. Become A Member At My Patreon For Access To Upto A Hundred Chapters Ahead. (MULTIPLE CHAPTERS A DAY IF YOU'RE AN ADAMANTITE TIER OR HIGHER MEMBER.) » PATREON.COM/LORDARCHDUKE I'M A NEWBIE SO PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO POINT OUT ANY MISTAKES YOU SEE. P.S. This is a translation. This is NOT my novel.

Einst ein aufgehender Stern unter den Schülern der Azurblauer Ursprungs-Sekte, zeichnete sich Ethan als Körperkultivator mit unübertroffenen Potenzial aus. Sein Zukunft wurde jedoch abrupt zerschlagen, als er Opfer einer grausamen Verschwörung wurde, orchestriert von der verehrten Heiligen der Sekte. Fälschlich beschuldigt und öffentlich verleumdet, wurde Ethan seiner Position als direkter Schüler enthoben und ins abgelegene und unheilvolle Grab der Vergessenen Ahnherren verbannt, wo er mit endlosen, tristen Wachdiensten beauftragt wurde. Genau als sein Leben zur Bedeutungslosigkeit verdammt schien, änderte sich Ethans Schicksal. Er erweckte ein mysteriöses Angel-System, das ihm großzügige Belohnungen für das Abschließen täglicher Angelaufgaben gewährte—mystische Elixiere, legendäre Waffen wie das Schwarze Chaos-Schwert, tiefgründige Künste wie die Urtümliche Flammen-Körperschmiedetechnik und seltene Artefakte, darunter die Leere-Uhr. Angetrieben von diesen wundersamen Gaben begann Ethan Jahrzehnte einsamer Kultivierung, in denen er mühsam Körper und Geist verfeinerte. Mit der Zeit erreichte Ethan den legendären Bereich der Einheit zwischen Mensch und Schwert, seine Macht übertraf die seiner früheren Gefährten und selbst die der Sekte, die ihn verstoßen hatte. Doch als er die Azurblauer Ursprungs-Sekte hinter sich ließ, um den Gipfel der Kampfkünste nach seinen eigenen Vorstellungen zu suchen, traf die Sekte ein beispielloses Unheil. Als alle Hoffnung verloren schien, kam dieselbe Heilige, die ihm einst Unrecht getan hatte, mit Tränen in den Augen verzweifelt auf der Suche und flehte: "Ich bin die Heilige der Azurblauer Ursprungs-Sekte—bitte, kehre zurück und rette uns!" ..... Extra Kapitel 100 Kraftsteine - 1 Extra Kapitel 200 Kraftsteine - 2 Extra Kapitel Kapsel - 1 Extra Kapitel Massagestuhl - 3 Extra Kapitel Luxusauto - 5 Extra Kapitel Magisches Schloss - 15 Extra Kapitel

[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

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

It's been 25 years since the apocalypse, when the world we knew changed forever. It was then that terrible monsters appeared and some of humanity evolved to fight them. Seraphine a 18 year old citizen in Newber, was living a peaceful life with her parents, learning at the Academy, to get a nice job within the government. At least, until everything turned for the worse and she ended up as an Evolved in a destroyed city. (Cover art done by: https://www.fiverr.com/designreflects)

Qin Yun has a wealth system. When his savings reach a certain point, the system would upgrade to the next level. The first upgrade brings Qin a wealth-gathering formation, which can significantly increase his fortune. To verify this effect, Qin decides to buy a lottery ticket first.

« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri

In a post-apocalyptic world where humanity survives in fortified cities, only a lucky few awaken Talents, supernatural powers that allow them to level up. Isaac believed he was destined for an ordinary life—until he awakened the Bonded Blessings System. This system granted him a unique ability: he could share the talents, abilities, and progress of his wives. [Your wife, Sword Empress, has reached Overlord rank. Sharing progress…] [You have leveled up 10x and reached Overlord rank!] [Your wife, Ghost Queen, has unlocked the full potential of her Nether Eyes. Sharing progress…] [You have awakened Supreme Demonic Nether Eyes!] [Your wife, Dragon Saintess, has purified an Ancient Dragon Heart and absorbed it. Sharing progress…] [You have awakened the Ancient Dragon God's Bloodline!] Killing monsters? Grinding for levels? Why bother when his wives could do it for him? As long as they grew stronger, so did he! .... For character arts visit: https://ko-fi.com/failedwriter101 Discord server link: https://discord.gg/vrNqR3V4Vb