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They are hunting a serial killer. A genius who turns bodies into art. A monster who leaves every victim arranged like a masterpiece in blood. But the truth is worse. He isn’t hiding in the shadows. He’s sitting right beside them in class. George is just a quiet, fragile student—often seen in a wheelchair, drifting through campus like he doesn’t matter. No one suspects him. Because no one ever looks twice. But at night… he walks. And when he does, the city becomes his canvas. Detective Izuora is closing in on the truth. Chris thinks George is just a tired friend in a wheelchair. And George? He already knows how this ends. Because every step the police take toward the killer… was already planned by him. They’re hunting a monster… but they’ve been sitting next to him all along.

In a world that has forgotten its own creation, the cycle begins again. Long before memory, the universe was shaped by fragments of unimaginable power—stones that carried will, purpose, and consequence. In the modern city of Sagar, three ordinary students begin to feel the echo of those fragments awakening within them. Vaibhav, burdened by a crystal that remembers countless deaths. Shlokh, whose voice resonates with balance and authority. Shourya, who glimpses futures he pretends not to notice. As exams end and winter approaches, reality begins to fracture—memories blur, dreams bleed into waking life, and an unfamiliar presence steps closer from the shadows. This is not a story of heroes chosen by fate. It is the story of a cycle that never stopped… And of what happens when creation begins to remember itself.

Main Genre: Cross-Genre (Genre-Bending Fiction) In an alternative modern era, something beneath reality begins to deviate. Ezra Graves experiences fragments that do not belong to him—memories without origin, moments that have not yet occurred, and patterns in time that feel deliberately arranged rather than accidental. At first, they are dismissed as coincidence. Then they become impossible to ignore. The world continues as normal, yet everything within it feels subtly misaligned, as if something unseen is pressing against existence from beyond its limits. Ordinary life remains intact—but never truly stable. Drawn deeper into these fractures, Ezra becomes entangled in hidden layers of reality where meaning collapses, logic weakens, and understanding itself becomes uncertain. As identity, memory, and perception begin to blur without clear boundaries, a final realization takes shape—his existence is no longer moving forward, but being weighed, measured, and rewritten against something far larger than the self. And in that quiet judgment beyond comprehension, Ezra Graves becomes the Lord of the Scales.

App Called Random They're college kids looking for place to hang out until one them has a idea to use a app called Random. A mysterious app called Random this app will take you to random places that are unknown to the map and maybe to places that you can never come back. Or unless you pay him to leave... They enter a mysterious road that leads to a forest as strange occurrences keep happening. Extended Version.

In a world where years last a thousand days and each day stretches across thirty-eight hours, reality itself feels… off. Dark, an orphan with a quiet love for books, is about to begin high school—believing his life will remain simple, predictable… normal. He is wrong. The day before classes begin, beneath the shade of a solitary tree, he meets a mysterious woman who claims to be his new literature teacher. That encounter becomes the first fracture in a reality he thought he understood. From that moment on, the ordinary begins to unravel. Strange events. Unseen forces. Whispers that shouldn’t exist. Together with his friends, Dark begins to investigate the growing anomalies surrounding their world. But what starts as curiosity soon turns into something far more dangerous. Because the deeper he searches… the closer he gets to the truth. Who is he, really? What happened to his parents? And why does everything seem to revolve around him? As forgotten truths resurface, Dark is pulled into an ancient prophecy—one that speaks of the birth of the God of Darkness, a bridge between worlds, and the inevitable collapse of time itself. In a conflict shaped by primordial beings and entities beyond comprehension… Dark may not be the one seeking answers. He may be the answer.

Sometimes a door closes. Another door will open for us. But what slips through isn't necessarily light. The only one who can truly oppose the one skilled in schemes and plots is the utterly, profoundly ignorant fool. For the black sheep will be the one that gnaws away at the very body of the shepherd. Illusion then reality, that is the essence of the acting mask, those who see the story within the mud are the ones worthy of wearing the mask of flesh, but also do not let the larvae lay eggs beneath the skin. The desolate world gradually falls into the apocalypse, yet in the end it is only a part of the truth, regardless, those who are sober must personally wear a mask to hide the indifference in their eyes. Ron Irus carries the memories from his previous life, when he was Joe Jothane, the person who committed suicide, but that small brain of Ron could not contain dozens of years of his memories, thus he had to become a feeble minded person. In the year he was 12 years old, he had a part of the memories still stuck in his brain awakened by an eye, from then on carrying two masks and living a bland life. In the year he was 15 years old, he began a plan where he would lead the entire world toward the apocalypse. Genre: Mind games Politics Psychology Detective No harem Transmigration CosmicHorror Grimdark …

ILLUSION FORMS — THE SAGA OF HIDDEN IDENTITY "Can a single thought become a death sentence? Can a spoken word reshape reality?" Legend speaks of an ancient era where power was so absolute that even a faint thought of betrayal or harm towards the Supreme beings resulted in instant death, regardless of distance. Their every word was an immutable law, and their 'Vows' were unbreakable chains of destiny. It is said that these terrifying powers were eventually bound within primordial Seals, for no mortal vessel could ever contain such a devastating cosmic weight without shattering. But where those powers went remains the world's greatest mystery. In a modern era dominated by vampires and shadows, three strangers find themselves entangled in a fate they cannot comprehend: The Silent Mask: A child who survives behind a fragile veil of innocence. Trusting no one and relying only on himself, he is a master of manipulation, subtly controlling the minds and circumstances of those around him for his own protection. He is the quiet storm that no one sees coming. The Invisible Pull: A youth with defiant eyes and unwavering confidence. He is haunted by an unexplainable magnetic pull toward people he has never met, as if his very soul is searching for its missing fragments. The Stern Shell: A ruthless protector who has turned his heart into stone to shield his own. Wary of outsiders and fiercely loyal, he guards his secrets with a cold, lethal precision. As the ancient Seals begin to crack, a terrifying question arises: Are these three merely victims of fate, or are they the very catastrophe the world tried to lock away? "A true ruler does not need a blade to conquer. He only needs to speak—and the world shall kneel."

When Elira returns to her fog-drowned childhood village, she expects quiet roads, familiar faces, and the home she left behind. Instead, she finds silence—heavy, watching, wrong. People avoid her eyes. Doors close too quickly. And something moves beneath the fog at night, brushing against windows, whispering her name. They call him the Skin Collector. A polite man with an ordinary smile—too ordinary. He takes pieces of skin from the living, leaving no screams, no blood… only a faint burning mark and memories twisted into nightmares. As Elira digs deeper into the village’s past, she uncovers secrets her mother died to keep, a church that refused to speak, and a truth that binds her to the Collector more tightly than she ever realized. Each step reveals another thread in a design that has already wrapped itself around her life. And the fog is closing in. To save the village—and herself—Elira must confront the thing wearing the face of a man. But the closer she gets, the more she realizes: Some monsters aren’t born. They’re stitched.

Victor Black—a lab rat on the run, a certified lunatic, and the host of a symbiote named Venom who shares his aggressive addiction to chocolate. On his way to Nevermore Academy, he somehow managed to hitch a ride with the Addams family. On his very first day, fueled by sheer, unadulterated audacity, Victor successfully scammed his way into the girls' dormitory. Thus began his chaotic domestic life with the queen of woe, Wednesday, and the sunniest werewolf alive, Enid. Sure, he lost the turf war against the two girls and ended up with a sleeping bag on the floor right outside the bathroom... but Victor isn’t complaining. He’s living in the girls' dorm, for crying out loud. He’d sleep inside the toilet bowl if it meant keeping the address. This is the story of a chaotic boy raised by his vampire sister, who—oops—accidentally raised him using a dusty copy of The Gentleman’s Guide to Becoming an Incubus instead of a normal parenting book. Now, he’s at Nevermore to raise hell, shake up the world, and—cough—maybe find a little romance along the way. Victor insists he’s a model student who never causes trouble. Never mind that he runs a black-market weapons ring on campus, turned the annual Poe Cup canoe race into a full-scale reenactment of the D-Day landings, likes to flip off Gorgons' beanies just to see the snakes, or asks werewolf professors exactly what it feels like to streak in public... Aside from that? Total angel. Featured Universes: Wednesday, Hotel Transylvania

In a America where every urban legend is real—Silent Hill's fog swallowing towns whole, the Creeper snatching souls on lonely highways, Jason's machete carving through summer camps, and Valak's demonic nun haunting the shadows—Soren just wanted a normal life. Too bad his uncle is Dante, the white-haired legend who turned the Devil May Cry office into a pizza-fueled warzone... and dumped $100 million in debt on his nephew before vanishing. Armed with a mysterious System that turns demon hunts into quests, partial Sparda blood awakening, and a pocket dimension powered by Silent Hill's vengeful witch Alessa (who now lives rent-free inside him), Soren speed-runs America's worst horrors for cash and power. Stylish combos meet brutal body horror as he rescues clients, slays immortals, and uncovers "The Darkness Is Coming"—a conspiracy of tycoons, cults, and Mammon himself prepping to turn Earth into Hell's playground. But with Lady shaking him down for ammo money, Patty dragging him on "safe" road trips that always end in bloodbaths, and Alessa whispering murder ideas in his head, Soren's got one rule: No hero complex. Just results. And maybe, just maybe, enough points to buy the one Devil Arm that lets him fly... while dodging his uncle's mountain of unpaid pizza tabs. Action. Horror. Black comedy. Debt slavery. Welcome to the family business. Dante would be proud... or laughing his ass off.

Roy transmigrates into the world of American horror movies and unexpectedly receives a Destiny System. As long as he deals with the story’s characters, he can keep getting stronger. What, something this good actually exists? Gained Mike Tyson’s boxing skills! Gained Bob Munden’s shooting skills! Gained Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin’s charisma! Hiss… looks like he has no choice but to win over the beautiful heroines in those horror films! Starting from Jennifer’s Body in Devil’s Kettle, weaving through various horror movie plots, the very first one is Scream. Roy declares: “I’m going to bulldoze my way through this horror movie world—no one’s going to stop me!” support my patreon belamy20

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the sort of person who brushes aside anything that threatens to unsettle his life—no matter how serious it is. But what happens when ignoring things turns into denying reality itself? I didn’t know the answer… not until a string of vile coincidences began crashing down on me. “Nathan! That Nethan?” someone shouted "Ah! You're the legendary newcomer!" Legendary what? I had no idea. “Our Dear Record-breaker! Step forward to choose your team!” Who said I've ever wanted to deal with these teams to begin with! Send me back to the PR department! And that was how it started—one absurd turn after another, until ignoring reality itself became an act of insanity. Especially when a strange panels began materializing out of thin air before me, blazing in a searing red. [Mission Failed] [Mission Failed] . . [Calculating Penalties] How exactly am I supposed to deal with that? To slowly dawn on me that the world I had been living in was never normal to begin with? Or just— leave it?

When you've lost your mind, when you've been maddened by grief to the point that you become willing to given up on everything you possess... What would you do if the chance to make one wish come true is offered to you? Take it? Would you really take it? Even at the peril of your own life? *** I hid alone underneath the bed, one hand covering my mouth tightly. In the other, I held my knife. With bated breath, I listened as the heavy, dragging footsteps grew further away. The gamey smell of fresh blood made me want to retch, but I managed to hold on. I couldn't let it find me here. It was only when I finally heard the door open in the distance that I allowed myself a small sigh of relief. My grip on the knife loosened. And then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. *** (Warning: Explicit gore)

When humanity becomes the one on trial— The Beast God descends, rewriting the rules of the world. Every act done to animals will be returned through Fate Exchange. — Kill, and you shall be killed. — Ignore, and you shall share the sin. — Show kindness… and earn the right to live. A global judgment begins—live. Boiling, hunting, caging, skinning— Every punishment is a reflection of reality. The only way to survive lies within dream trials. Would you save it… or abandon it? When love stands against survival, when lives are weighed on a scale— humanity itself is being judged. “If it was your choice… I will accept it.”

The apocalypse didn't begin with demons-it began with humans. A mysterious infection spreads from within, twisting people into something unrecognizable. Just as the world begins to collapse, demons emerge-turning chaos into complete destruction. Dharma is just another survivor.... or at least, he should have been. In a world where power awakens under pressure, he gains abilities that allow him to fight back against the infected and the demonic. But power comes with a price-and his isn't something he can see. As he struggles through a broken world of death, instinct and shifting morality, Dharma begins to notice something unsettling: he's changing faster than he should. And he doesn't know if that's a gift -- or the beginning of the end. In this world survival isn't free. You either evolve... or you disappear.

June 25th, 1982. Deep beneath the Antarctic ice—far below where sound should carry and life should exist—something was discovered. A cocoon. Colossal. Ancient. Sleeping. Sensors confirmed it was alive. No one knew what was inside. No one was willing to cut it open. Those stationed closest to it reported headaches. Nosebleeds. Insomnia. And, worst of all, the unshakable feeling of being watched— even when the thing never moved. A.E.G.I.S. responded immediately. The Erebus Research Facility was built around the discovery, burying it beneath layers of steel, concrete, and secrecy. They gave the creature a name. Azathoth. They believed it was an alien. A living nightmare from somewhere beyond Earth. How long it had slept beneath the ice, no one could say. Only that it was there. Waiting.

Raccoon City is already collapsing. Jill Valentine runs. Leon S. Kennedy runs. Claire Redfield runs. Something hunts them through the streets. But beneath the city, Umbrella left something behind. An experiment they couldn’t explain—only contain. When the outbreak begins, the facility goes dark. Umbrella marks it terminated. They’re wrong. It wakes up alone in a dying city, injured, unstable… and not meant to survive on its own. It doesn’t understand what it is. Only that something inside it is changing. And when its path crosses Leon’s— survival stops being the only thing that matters All rights to Resident Evil, Raccoon City, and its characters belong to Capcom. This is a fan-made story created out of appreciation for the original work.

Growing up in poverty, Julian, an 18 years old boy, always has a longing for a better and peaceful life. But fate sure does like to play games, not only his wish didn't get fulfilled but it got worse! He dreamed strange nightmares and chosen by the celestial Sky and becoming one of the Awakened with supernatural powers. From that onwards, he found himself tangled between the world's mysteries, facing mysterious events, horrifying creatures and other awakened.

They called him cursed - a child born under a crying sky. Sold by the parents who blamed him for their fall... broken by a cult that wished to shape a god... or forge a devil. They starved him of love, drowned him in pain, until tears dried - and only a smile remaine itd. He did not die. He was reborn. Now the boy who once begged for mercy returns, not as a saint, but as a quiet storm wearing a crimson smile. And heaven and hell will learn: the damned do not pray - they rise.

Koyomi Araragi, a high school student who, after surviving a vampire attack, spends his final year helping girls afflicted by various, often personal, supernatural "oddities" (apparitions, ghosts, spirits). The series is a mystery-focused narrative, with arcs revolving around psychological issues manifested as supernatural phenomena.