The Sound That Never Was

Arthur "Artie" Cross gave fifteen years of his life to rock and roll, and it gave him nothing in return but tinnitus, a twelve-dollar bank balance, and a fatal van crash at thirty-four. He died a miserable, unfulfilled nobody, convinced his lifelong dedication to music had been a complete waste. But death is only an intermission. Artie jolts awake in a parallel universe, thrust into the soft, unpracticed body of a nineteen-year-old college dropout who shares his exact name. As he struggles to adapt to his new life, he makes a staggering discovery: in this universe, the legends of rock never existed. There is no Black Sabbath. No Led Zeppelin. No Queen. The global charts are choked by sterile, corporate, autotuned pop masquerading as "rock and roll." The music is safe, boring, and utterly soulless. The throne is completely empty. Armed with a cheap beginner’s guitar and the pristine memories of every legendary riff, face-melting solo, and stadium anthem ever written, Artie realizes he is the sole keeper of the greatest musical catalog in human history. He refuses to let the world live in silence. Operating from his cramped, dingy apartment under the mysterious online alias "The Madman," Artie begins dropping heavy, distorted, doom-laden riffs onto an unsuspecting internet. He is about to introduce a sanitized world to the raw, unbridled chaos of true heavy metal. The corporate industry gatekeepers won't see him coming, and by the time they try to stop him, it will be too late. Artie isn't just seeking fame in his second life—he is going to burn the old system to the ground and build a rock empire from the ashes.

In the daylight, he’s invisible. In the dark, he rules everything. Alexis Prince is a broke college student with nothing but a second-hand laptop and a passion for complex strategy games. His masterpiece? World Domination — a brutal sandbox simulation where players build empires, manipulate nations, and rewrite the global balance of power. But Alexis doesn’t play like the others. He builds a silent myth. God’s Axis — a hidden, all-powerful organization that controls the world from the shadows. No names. No traces. No mistakes. After three years, he completes the game’s final mission... and everything changes. The screen doesn't fade. The system awakens. And the organization he created in pixels begins to exist in the real world. Now armed with elite combat reflexes, deadly marksmanship, and a custom gold pistol named Seraphim, Alexis inherits total command of a myth that shouldn’t exist — and a world that has no idea who truly controls it. No superpowers. No fantasy. Just intelligence, loyalty, silence… and fear. > The gods don’t speak. They operate in shadow. And they wear a crown no one sees. Disclaimer God’s Axis is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, events, and dialogues portrayed in this novel are purely imaginary and are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-world organizations, institutions, or events is purely coincidental. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. It does not promote conspiracy theories, vigilantism, or illegal activities. No real-world secret societies were harmed in the making of this book.

In a hidden realm where night rules and blood remembers, a forgotten heir awakens... For five thousand years, the Kingdom of Dusk and Fang has thrived in secret—ruled by immortal kings, guarded by fierce werewolf packs and noble vampire clans. Bound by ancient law and shadowed by prophecy, this world stands on the edge of change. Caelan Duskwither is just a college student. Or so he believes. Placed in an orphanage as a child and haunted by dreams of fangs, moons, and thrones, he’s about to discover the truth: his blood is not human alone. He is the last descendant of a divine lineage thought long dead—a living echo of a prophecy whispered by monsters and gods. As two ancient kings stir from their silence, and hunters from both realms begin to move, Caelan’s ordinary life fractures. The pendant he wears begins to glow. The world around him begins to break. And soon, he will be forced to make a choice: remain in the world he knows… or step into the Kingdom of Dusk and Fang, where his fate awaits and nothing is what it seems. A legacy forgotten. A realm divided. A bloodline that could save or shatter them all.

Seventeen-year-old Arjun Menon just did the impossible. From a quiet basement studio in Kochi, Kerala, he simultaneously broke the Western Billboard charts and the Eastern Bollywood scene. The world thinks he is a once-in-a-generation musical prodigy—a teenage visionary who can seamlessly bridge the gap between two massively different cultures. ​They have no idea he is playing with a cheat code.

He died a hero. But Death had no intention of letting him go so easily. When Harry Potter falls at the Battle of Hogwarts, he is met not by peace, but by the one who has followed him since birth — Death itself. The truth is laid bare: he was never meant to win, only to die at the right time. A puppet in a game of prophecy and power. Now, cleansed of the soul fragment that once chained him, Harry is offered a choice. Return — with knowledge, with power, and with legacy. In a world that used him as a weapon, he returns as a Lord. With the blood of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Potter, and Peverell in his veins, and the Hallows awakening beneath his skin, Harry Potter is no longer a boy. He is a reckoning. The world wanted a savior. It will answer to Death’s Heir. Disclaimer: > I do not own Harry Potter or any characters, locations, spells, or concepts created by J.K. Rowling. This is a non-profit fanfiction written purely for entertainment. All rights to the original Harry Potter series belong to their respective copyright holders. This story contains alternate timelines, character reinterpretations, and canon divergence. Some characters may act differently than in the original books, and certain events have been reimagined to fit the narrative of this fanfic. Reader discretion is advised for themes of manipulation, death, moral ambiguity, and magical violence.

What if rock was never born? In the city of Vireya, music flows like background air — soft, synthetic, inoffensive. Guitars hum beneath pop beats, drums keep time but never lead, and lyrics never scream. It's a world where every sound is engineered for harmony — not rebellion. Aiden wakes up in this world with memories he shouldn't have. Riffs that don't exist. Names no one recognizes. Songs that were never written. When he finds a broken guitar in a pawn shop and dares to play a sound that defies everything this culture has normalized, he sparks a ripple through silence — one distorted chord at a time. In a world that forgot how to feel loud, Aiden is about to teach it how to scream.

He was just an old man — a quiet soul who spent his life watching the tides of a world not his own. A world of pirates, dreams, and freedom. A world called One Piece. When death finally came, he had only one regret: he never saw the end of the story he loved most. But fate, or something far greater, gave him another chance. Reborn as a young boy in the world he once watched from afar, he awakens shipwrecked, alone, and lost on an uninhabited island. With nothing but the spark of Gol D. Roger’s talent, a mysterious training system, and the fading echo of an old man’s memories, he must now forge a legend of his own. He is not Monkey D. Luffy. He is not Gol D. Roger. But the Will of D burns in him all the same. This is the tale of Marlo D. Flint — the boy with the blade, the soul of a fan, and a dream too stubborn to die. The sea waits. The world is wide. And the story… has only just begun.

Dying alongside Voldemort was supposed to be the end. Instead, Harry wakes up in the realm of Death, only to learn that his entire life—his friends, his guardians, his suffering—was bought and paid for by Albus Dumbledore using stolen Potter gold. Sent back in time with his true Peverell bloodline awakened, eleven-year-old Harry is heading to Gringotts to claim his birthright. Dumbledore wanted a weapon. He's about to get a nightmare.