shwetha prasad

In a world where silence clings to forgotten ruins and frost lingers beneath ancient trees, two boys—Aiden, wielder of darkness, and Lyon, master of storm—are bound by a fate older than the land itself. Drawn together by a prophecy whispered in half-remembered songs, they walk a path where no others dare tread. Haunted by ghosts on the breeze and shadows in the stone, their journey weaves through crumbling halls and cursed forests. Yet even in despair, music and flame rise to guide them—a reminder that their footsteps carry the weight of those who came before. But destiny is no gentle companion. The world has forgotten the old magic, and in its absence, corruption festers. To survive, Aiden and Lyon must master not only their spells but the bond between them, for only together can they carve a light into the encroaching dark. Their tale is one of sorrow and wonder, of storms that shatter silence and shadows that swallow hope.

In a world plagued by beasts and monsters, a great evil stirs from it's slumber, leaving eight heroes to rise and end it's terror once and for all.

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When a sudden storm forces five friends to seek shelter in the middle of nowhere, they stumble upon a sprawling manor hidden deep within the woods — a mansion that seems to find them rather than the other way around. Inside, the house appears preserved in time: the air is dry, the furniture intact, and the portraits on the walls far too lifelike. The doors seal behind them, trapping them within. At first, they tell themselves it’s just a trick of age, wood, and weather — but as the hours pass, the manor begins to breathe. Footsteps echo where no one walks. Lamps flicker without flame. Portraits shift when no one looks directly at them. Each of the five — Clara, Ben, Marcy, Evan, and Noah — carries their own secrets, and the mansion seems to know them all. It whispers to them in familiar voices. It shows them memories that aren’t theirs. It hungers for the truth they hide. As the group unravels the manor’s grim history, they learn of the Ashworth family, the original inhabitants who vanished one stormy night generations ago after a series of occult experiments meant to “open a window to the divine.” But what they summoned wasn’t divine — and it never left. Now, the thing in the house waits patiently, wearing the faces of the dead. Each room seems to twist reality a little more, each reflection a little less human. Escape becomes uncertain. Sanity begins to fray. Because The Uninvited is not just the friends who entered the mansion — it’s the presence that’s been waiting for new guests to arrive. And once you cross its threshold, you realize something terrible: The house doesn’t keep you prisoner. It keeps you company.

In the fog-draped village of Ashwood, where ancient secrets whisper through the oaks, the brutal murder of enigmatic widow Eleanor Whitmore shatters the illusion of rural tranquility. Found lifeless in St. Cuthbert’s churchyard, clutching a wilted rose, Eleanor’s death unveils a chilling mystery that draws Detective Inspector Thomas Hale, a haunted outsider from London, into a web of deceit. As Hale unravels Eleanor’s hidden past—marked by forbidden love, a decades-old scandal, and a shadowy secret society—he discovers that every villager hides a shadow behind their smile. With the body count rising and cryptic clues pointing to a vengeful killer, Hale must confront his own demons to unmask a murderer who wields love as a deadly weapon. In Ashwood, where the past refuses to stay buried, the truth is a dangerous bloom, and one wrong step could be Hale’s last.

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Taren was never supposed to follow the steps of the divine. Scarred by a broken ritual, hunted by the Orders who fear what he might become. Fleeing into the ancient Veinwarrens, he discovers a forgotten world beneath the corpses of dead gods… and the flame of a power even older than the divine.

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!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.