horror

The novel was written and conceptualized by me, but it has been translated into English using AI. This is rather embarrassing for me; however, I hope readers will kindly continue reading. After all, aside from the translation, the AI has not contributed anything else to the story or the work itself.

Crystal is no longer a gamer; she is the Prey. Transmigrated into the ultra-violent world of a horror-mystery game, she is trapped by a ruthless System with one exit condition: Find every monster in the city and kill it. From urban legends to supernatural slashers, Crystal must stain her hands to level up her strength and earn her freedom. But as she tracks the city’s terrors, she realizes the game’s code is bleeding. A mysterious figure is stalking her from the static, watching her every move with a gaze that feels more dangerous than any boss fight. In a world where the hunter is being hunted, Crystal must decide: Will she kill her way out, or will the "Watcher" make sure she never leaves?

In a world written by unseen hands, fate is not destiny - it is editing. Kael Veyr was meant to die. A nameless soldier. A disposable sacrifice. A paragraph of tragedy written to inspire a heroine. But when death comes for him… he sees the truth. The sky fractures into golden text. Time stutters. And Kael reads the sentence of his own demise. Instead of accepting it ... he tears it apart. Now hunted by the Scriptors - beings who write reality itself - Kael becomes a living anomaly, a character who refuses his role. Each step he takes fractures the narrative. Each battle he survives destabilizes the world. Heroes lose their protection. Villains break their archetypes. Forgotten characters awaken in the margins. And above it all, an Author watches. As the story begins to collapse under its own revisions, Kael must decide: Is freedom worth destroying the world that binds him? Or was rebellion itself… already written? In a tale where destiny is ink and existence is manuscript, one man dares to become more than a line of text. He will not be erased. He will not be edited. He will become the ending. And readers I am still at a newbie stage and you may find mistakes !

Set decades after the events of Mary Shelley’s original chronicle, Eternal Resurrection reveals that Victor Frankenstein’s "spontaneous" discovery of the spark of life was no accident of genius. It was a curated breadcrumb trail laid by the Promethean Synod, a secret society of "Life-Givers" who have manipulated the Frankenstein lineage for centuries to achieve the Eternal Resurrection—a state of absolute, technological immortality.

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’

The Age of Ascension has begun. A distant war, once fought by the ancients, has returned — its influence now bleeding into the lesser realms, consuming both the weak and the strong alike. In this new era, survival depends on one thing: Transcendence. Titles have appeared, granting power beyond mortal limits. To live is to rise. To fail is to be left behind. Amid all this chaos, what am I to do when even my body isn’t mine alone? {PLS NOTE: Do not read if you are faint of heart, It is a horror/gory book. For those who say it isn't horrifying enough, I implore thee to post suggestions.

In present-day Agra, 27-year-old conservation architect Priya Mehra spends her days repairing the crumbling walls of Agra Fort while quietly resenting the weight of family expectations and a city that never quite lets go. When she discovers a small silver amulet hidden in a cracked arch during a late-night shift under the full Karva Chauth moon, an ancient Mughal-era curse awakens: moonlight reflecting off white marble and the Yamuna’s surface forces her to transform into a sleek, marble-veined werewolf—guardian of the Taj Mahal’s eternal secrets. As her body changes in painful, ecstatic bursts and her senses sharpen to centuries-old whispers, Priya grapples with the beast within: a beautiful yet terrifying creature bound to protect the monuments at any cost. Meanwhile, a ruthless real-estate developer plans to concrete the riverbanks for luxury villas, threatening both the polluted Yamuna and Agra’s heritage. Drawn into the fight by environmental journalist Rohan Kapoor, Priya must decide whether to embrace her cursed power to stop the destruction—or destroy the amulet and end the bloodline curse forever, risking the loss of the city’s unseen protector. A haunting blend of literary horror, supernatural fantasy, and cultural introspection, The Marble Howl explores duty, identity, and the fragile line between preservation and progress in a city where marble still remembers its makers.

​Adrian Marsh knows exactly how this story ends because he watched the series unfold on a screen in his previous life. Now, trapped in the suffocating reality of Derry, he is the only one who hears the clock ticking toward a massacre. Armed with a system that transcends reality, he must weaponize his knowledge, his abilites and manipulate a terrified group of outcasts into fighting back. But in a town built on fear, changing the script might just make the nightmare worse.

Khai Li was a Sovereign who lost everything. Betrayed by his kin and stripped of his divinity, he was cast into the Ashen Grave—a world of iron, rust, and toxic silence. Branded as a 'Null', he was meant to die in the soot of Sector 10. But the Grave is a cruel teacher, and Khai is a fast learner. With a broken system that measures his life in decimal points and a hunger that defies logic, Khai begins his ascent. In a world where air is poison and water is acid, he will find strength in the rot. He isn't just surviving the Gutter. He is consuming it. Step by step, percent by percent, the fallen Prince will climb the Great Spine. Not for a crown, but for a reckoning. After all, what is more terrifying than a god who has learned how to crawl? "They told me I was nothing. I am going to show them that 'nothing'... is exactly what will destroy them."

God is dead. The Server is corrupt. And the only way to survive is to hack the code of reality. Yuvraj was a man of logic in a world of chaos. A crippled bedridden for ten years, he watched the world through a screen, believing in nothing but the cold hard math of the universe. Until the night Mumbai glitched. The sky turned static. The streets folded like wet paper. And things from the dark Pretas, Rakshasas, and glitches in the fabric of existence began to bleed into our world. Facing death, Yuvraj didn’t pray. He calculated. And the Universe answered. [SYSTEM INITIALIZED: BHAIRAV ENTROPY PROTOCOL] He discovers a terrifying truth: Ancient Mantras are not prayers. They are acoustic codes. Gods are not saviors. They are Administrators. And Karma isn’t about good deeds it’s a currency of destruction. Now, healed by the System but broken in spirit, Yuvraj must walk a path that blends high-level Physics with forbidden Tantra. While others panic and pray, Yuvraj analyzes the frequency of a demon’s scream to tear it apart atom by atom. While heroes try to save everyone, Yuvraj sacrifices the weak to calculate the winning variable. He is not a Savior. He is an Anomaly. And in a world dissolving into Entropy, the only way to become a God… is to become the glitch that crashes the system. "I don’t need faith. I need data."

"Knowledge is power, but the truth is terrifying... Pry into dreams, yet avoid stepping into nightmares." In a world where steam engines screech and wraiths and beasts wander the world only to kill, hunters live in a difficult spot stuck between falling into frenzy and endless bloodlust... Might more knowledge be the solution? Or will it just plunge the world into an even darker nightmare? Awakening in this unknown world where entities wander the world with mortals, and everyone hunts for power, Liu Mowen, your average civilian from China, reincarnates into the corpse of the mysterious figure of Leon Charlis, who, on the cover, seems to be no more than a hard-working young man keeping his family afloat and alive... But something feels off; he is hiding something, something dark beyond the shrouded mists that cover it. In this world of Wraiths, Relics, Ancient Lords, Gods, Dreams, Hunters... And Nightmares, his journey shall be a memorable one, something extraordinary. Follow Liu Mowen as he attempts to uncover the mysteries hidden in his body, as well as the schemes of the churches and sects that lurk in the shadows. Hunt. Dream. Consume. Hunt. Dream. Consume. He is a mere wanderer who drifted from his path, the exception, a gateway to change fate and destiny, one who doesn't escape nightmares but rather conquers them.

Therapist by day, still therapist by night, albeit for ghosts before he exterminates them. Meet Chen Mo (陳墨), the ghosts’ favourite exorcist, who listens to their hearts' emotions before shoving a dagger through their motionless hearts. He keeps the living content with life at day and the dead content with death at night. Ghosts are regretful souls floating on the fine line between the living and the dead. Driven by sorrow and stubbornness, they exist to win a second chance at life. But the world has placed a price tag: a life for a life. Thus began the cycle of killing, with exorcists painstakingly trying to put an end to it. Chen Mo has never left a job unfinished... until now, when he encounters his first love as a ghost, as his target. Chen Mo struggles between obeying the rules of exorcism and satisfying personal desires, as he attempts to find the most humane possible method to resurrect her, all while going against the Global Exorcism Association.

A calculating 24-year-old otaku dies and is reincarnated into the body of a teenager in Riverdale, Maine, Stephen King's Derry. With his memories intact and knowledge of every horror movie, he discovers he lives in the Horrorverse: a world where Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Chucky, Art the Clown, the Deadites, the Predator, and other murderous entities coexist and hunt. His goal: to survive, protect his inner circle, and hunt down every supernatural monster. He's not looking to escape; he's looking to dominate the Horrorverse. –––––––––––– Donate power stones; when I reach 69/169/269..., I'll write an extra chapter. –––––––––––– - Tags: OP MC | Gore | Virgins | Harem | Yandere | Incest | Milf | Pregnancy | Netori | No-Sex Toys | No-Futanari | No-Yuri | No-Netorare | Notes: English is not my language, I am translating everything with Google translate, I expect a lot of misspellings and errors. The cover does not belong to me, I found it on Google, if the owner wants me to remove the image, just say so and I will remove it immediately.

Power is innate. Being exposed to power is a threat to becoming "Returnees," or so what SHE calls them. Truth is a must; self-truth shall be your power. Become lost in self, and you will be corrupted. "Don't worry if you're lost, you will be more true. Come and Return, my child." - ■■■■■■■

They harvested his father. They threw him into hell, but they never guessed what they were forging. In a world where elites steal supernatural powers from the weak, Leon Storm’s father was scrubbed from existence after a suspicious crash. All that remained was his paintbrush—and a volatile golden power now erupting in Leon, a storm of golden light, forged in grief and rage. Thrown into a lethal academy and a cruel world where failure means death, Leon faces elites who feed on the powerless and monsters that haunt ruined cities. Every closed door, every doubting voice, only sharpens his edge. As the storm within him grows, one question remains: Control the storm, or become the disaster the world deserves. The choice is his.

Jin grew up peacefully with his grandfather, dreaming of becoming a wealthy farmer one day. But he never expected his life to be turned upside down in a single day. Will he be able to overcome the trials that await him, or will he submit to them and become a corrupted entity?

Dare to read. Two genres collide in a collection of one-shot stories that will twist your perception. Explore the darker side of horror and the labyrinthine corridors of the human psyche. DISCLAIMER ! Viewer discretion is advised. The intention is not to offend but to provide information. Proceed only if you are comfortable with potentially sensitive topics.

Book 1: The Midnight Hollow "One Golden Ticket. One Ghost Train. No Way Out." At the stroke of midnight, a train arrives that isn't on the schedule. It doesn't stop for passengers; it collects them. Those who hold the Golden Ticket are promised a destination, but the path lies through the Hollow—a shifting nightmare where time behaves strangely and every carriage hides a dark secret. The whistle has blown. The doors are sealed. Will anyone reach the final stop, or is the Midnight Hollow their eternal grave? "Once you board, the only way off is to survive." By: PinkAuraTales