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A myth woven with dreams, sacrifice, and a love that defies even the gods. Long ago, in the divine realm where spirits dance among stars and the breath of gods shapes worlds, two ancient beings found each other—not through power or purpose, but through love. Zenko, the majestic nine-tailed fox, was no ordinary kitsune. Feared and revered, he was a guardian spirit with eyes like silver storms and a heart hidden beneath layers of cold mystery. Only one soul could see through his mask—Shirayume, the Baku, a gentle and pure dream-eater whose presence was as serene as moonlight over snow. She was the whisper of peace in a chaotic world, and he was her eternal flame. Together, they were complete. But even in the heavens, love can become a curse. Zenko’s love, deep and wild, turned desperate. He sought to protect Shirayume from every danger, even those not yet written by fate. His possessiveness clouded judgment, and in his reckless defiance of celestial law, the gods passed judgment. Stripped of power and memory, Zenko was cast down to the mortal world—reborn as a human, unaware of the spirit he once was, but burdened by an aching emptiness he couldn’t explain. Shirayume, devastated by the cruel separation, made her own sacrifice. Forsaking her divinity, she too chose reincarnation—her only wish: to find him again, even if neither remembered who they once were. Centuries passed. In modern-day Japan, two strangers brush past one another on a busy road. He is haunted by fragments of forgotten dreams—faces in the mist, a name that slips away each time he wakes. She feels an echo in her soul every time he is near. Something ancient stirs. Something inevitable. As dreams begin to bleed into waking life, they are drawn together by an invisible thread. And as they begin to uncover the mystery of who they are and what they once meant to each other, forces beyond their control begin to move. Not all spirits want their love to return. Some secrets are better left buried. Yet destiny does not forget. In a world where past lives clash with present choices, Eternal Threads: Shirayume and the Kitsune is a haunting tale of reincarnation, divine punishment, pure devotion, and a love that spans eternity. Would you like a teaser or quote-style trailer version, like those you’d see at the start of a light novel volume or anime episode? Will fate bring their souls back together? Can a forgotten love endure across time, punishment, and rebirth? Or will the weight of their past lives keep them forever apart? A story of love’s purity and madness, of sacrifice and longing, Eternal Threads: Shirayume and the Kitsune is a heart-wrenching mythological romance where destiny patiently waits for love to awaken again.

something i made about a group of friends from discord

A novel based on a discord server's lore set in a fantasy setting.

wake up, Hana almost forget everything. why? checked the story as her journey begin.

Story of a clumsy boss who couldn't himself but toh fall for his assistant. Who supports him to find his lost sister who brought a stromy tragedy with her...... tag along to solve the mystery.

Yuri Kitagawa is in love with her teacher named Hana Shirogane, age 33, F but the thing is Yuri is 17... what will people think? who knows

In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot

Mike wakes up in a strange place, with no memories and no sense of direction. Where is he? Why him? Voices haunt his mind. Trials appear without warning. Unsettling—sometimes terrifying—encounters await him at every turn. One thing quickly becomes clear: here, running away is not an option. To survive, Mike will have to face the incomprehensible… and dive deep into the truth of who he really is. But what if this world already knew who he was—long before he could remember it himself?

Kisah para pemuda yang terjebak di dunia bernama Artenia, namun mereka tidak berpikir untuk kembali ke dunia asal mereka walau Artenia tampak akan hancur. Berawal ketika Mada dan anggota komunitasnya berkemah di suatu perbukitan hal-hal aneh terjadi pada mereka, kemudian dalam satu malam bukit yang mereka tempati sudah tak sama lagi.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!