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Aaradhya is just a quiet schoolgirl in the eyes of her classmates. Orphaned young and ignored by her peers, she blends into the background at Taraniketan School. But when a series of disappearances grip the town of Subarnagarh, whispers begin to spread of a mysterious figure in a white mask—solving cases, then vanishing without a trace. As fear creeps into the school halls and strange symbols start appearing, Aaradhya finds herself tangled in a deadly game. Who is the Psycho Doll? Why are students disappearing? And can anyone be trusted when even the mirrors seem to lie?

A new house. A fresh start. A living nightmare. Lina never believed in ghosts—until the walls began to whisper her name. Doors move on their own. Shadows follow her every step. And every mirror reflects something… watching back. This isn’t just a haunted house. It’s alive. And it’s hungry. Now that Lina has entered, there’s only one terrifying truth left to face— The house doesn’t let go of what belongs to it.

The world moves forward, second by second. But for some, time listens. Michael has no past he’s willing to speak of, and no name etched in legacy. Yet deep within him stirs a power older than war and quieter than death—the ability to hold the world still while it spins in madness. Cast through a system that treats the broken like burdens. Where others dream of being chosen, he dreams of peace. But in a world ruled by power, silence is often mistaken for weakness—and monsters often wear smiles. As unrest stirs outside the orphanage walls and deeper truths about the nature of power begin to surface, Michael will have to choose: remain the quiet boy who watches from the margins, or become something more—something unspoken and unstoppable. He doesn’t want to be a hero. But time has a cruel sense of irony.

In the heart of the Old Era, rising religions and cults clash in an unrelenting struggle for power, while the ancient force of magic wanes. The Ascended Ones—enigmatic and power-hungry—extend their influence deep into the lands of Yylagdris, seeking followers and territories for purposes shrouded in mystery. A new era has dawned with the rise of Beast Taming, a practice once limited to mages who bonded with Familiars. Now, it has become a prestigious profession, promising wealth and wonder to those who master its mysteries. The younger generation is divided: many dream of becoming Paladins, enforcers of the Ascended Ones' will. Others yearn to be Beast Tamers, uncovering the profound secrets of this evolving art. Yet, a third faction clings to the olden ways, refusing to abandon ancient traditions. Amid this turmoil, one pacifist dares to dream of changing the world—not through violence, but by ending the cycle of war and ambition. Yet, in a world consumed by conflict and conquest, where can such a dreamer find their place? ************************************* Rising Star II entry

Eli Voss wakes up in a room that isn't his. The walls are covered in photographs, newspaper clippings, and red string connecting names he doesn't recognize. His knuckles are bruised. His shirt is torn. And on the floor, a headline reads: Third Victim Found — Police Seek Unknown Suspect. He doesn't remember any of it. But the worst part? Deep down… he almost does. It starts with small things. The mirror moving a half-second too slow. A smile that isn't his curling at the corners of his reflection. He tells himself it's stress. He tells himself he's imagining things. He tells himself a lot of things. As Detective Crane closes in on a killer the press has named The Architect, Eli begins to unravel a truth more terrifying than any crime scene: there is something living inside him — something that has been watching from behind his eyes for years, studying him, collecting, waiting for the moments he looks away. Not a blackout. Not dissociation. Something worse. A second self that knows him better than he knows himself. In this story, the monster was never hiding in the dark. It was built from every impulse he buried, every thought he swallowed, every reflection he refused to hold for too long. Who am I… if I'm not the one killing?

Haku—and millions of others—are chosen for a Kill-or-Die Game they can’t escape. The rules are brutal: The more viewers you gain, the stronger your abilities become. A survival competition, livestreamed to all of humanity through a mysterious new global System. Only one survivor wins. The prize? A single wish—no limits, no rules. A Game no one expected. A Game the world can’t stop watching. The rule is simple: Survive… or die trying. Before it all begins… Haku wakes up in a blinding white room. He’s not alone. Ninety-nine strangers stand around him—and none of them know what’s coming.

Justice died in the war. He came back to dig it up. Presumed dead in World War II, Sergeant Elias Krieg was a ghost—until the world’s corruption dragged him back. Revived by an experimental serum, twisted by violence, and cursed with an undying hunger, he walks the streets of modern New York as a pale wraith in a torn cloak and featureless mask. They call him HeartEater—a brutal, silent vigilante who doesn’t bring criminals to justice. He devours it. Targeting the worst of humanity—murderers, traffickers, predators—he rips out their still-beating hearts and disappears into the night. But beneath the monster is a soldier who once stood for something. He protects children with a quiet tenderness. He offers mercy to the misguided. And he never forgets a promise. As powerful enemies begin to emerge—greedy syndicates, slothful manipulators, and sins made flesh—HeartEater must face the truth: justice alone isn’t enough. The world demands vengeance. And he’s ready to deliver it. Blood will flow. The hearts of monsters will beat no more.

The world of cultivation bends its knee to heaven’s script. Born with a golden root? You rise. Branded by a noble clan? You rule. Touched by fate? The path parts before you like cowards before a blade. But I had nothing. No name to carry. No bloodline to lean on. Even the heavens looked past me like I was a fucking stain. Until I found it— A legacy not passed down, but buried. A path not praised, but purged. A fucking sin carved into the bones of a dead age. I don’t want their forgiveness. I don’t need their pity. And if you think I’m hunting vengeance, then you’re not listening. I want power. Raw. Foul. Unforgivable. So yeah, if you’re looking for heroes, look somewhere else. But if you want to walk the path that bleeds— If you want to know what’s left when fate turns its back— If you want to watch the world break under the weight of one man’s curse— Then come. Come see what it means to be born without fate. Come see what the world fears when it can’t look away.

She dreamed of monsters. Now they dream of her. When a mortal girl opens a door she was never meant to find, she steps into the cursed world she’s read about all her life — a realm that breathes, watches, and waits. The forest hunts her every move, its creatures whisper her name, and something far older than the beasts is watching from the dark. Trapped between death and a throne carved in bone, she must choose: escape the nightmare or become the queen of it.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.