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In Indian mythology, the Three Aspects Deity suppressed the current age. Many Immortals cursed all the gods. Asuras, after millennia of arduous cultivation, would always attack the Heavenly Realm and beat up the Heavenly Emperor upon receiving a boon. "Arduous cultivation, receiving boons, beating up the Heavenly Emperor, why is Indian mythology always like this? I'm the one who gets beaten and suffers; I quit!" Indra, who had reincarnated as the Heavenly Emperor, was furious. And so... "Whoever loves being the Heavenly Emperor, be my guest; I'm not going to work!" Indra said. "Hey, hey, hey, the script isn't supposed to go like this," the Destroyer God Shiva said, full of question marks. "You've performed great meritorious deeds in the past. This position of the Heavenly Emperor is rightfully yours. If not, there will be chaos in the world!" the Protector God Vishnu said anxiously. "No, Heavenly Emperor, I'll give you a boon. Go quickly and beat up the Asura!" the Creator God Brahma spoke thus.

Five years ago, he was hailed as a demon in the imperial capital. Five years later, he re-emerged in a small town, mastered the six-character magic tactics, opened his supreme war spirit, stepped on the road to the heaven, and became the god of war.

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

A sudden and unprecedented event occurred and took place on Earth. A fissure instantly appeared in the clear blue sky, revealing a void devoid of any light beyond, instantly covering the whole planet, leaving no Life, no Hell, and no Paradise behind... Hence the start of a new chaos and a great beginning of life devoid of any hope began. In this apocalypse and lawless world without any limits set upon its beings, a silent dark wisp took form. A wisp that was bound to become the Horror of All was born... "Wait… I’ve become a Ghost?!" _______________________________ Bonus Chapter; Power Stones, 200 PS = 1 Chapter 400 PS = 2 Chapters 600 PS = 3 Chapters ... Golden Ticket, 100 GT = 1 Chapter 200 GT = 2 Chapters 300 GT = 3 Chapters.

Standalone horror stories, approximately 500 to 1000 words per chapter, with each story fully independent of the others. If a character's name appears in multiple stories, it should not imply a connection between them unless explicitly noted otherwise.

Lothair is a serial killer who detest imperfection on human’s facial features, which resulted in him having a compulsory behavior of wanting to strip people’s faces. After he dies, he finds himself as Narcissus, a beautiful and adorable female NPC inside a state-of-the-art VRMMO world of the latest craze called Fallen Carcosa Online. But despite being a fantasy-filled game, the world feels strangely realistic. Too realistic, even. Game-like systems and magic exist but so do plagues, politics, economy, and the horror hidden in plain sight. When pried open, an actual human-like anatomy can be seen beyond the skin of the NPC’s face—with little to no censor. Everything feels too immersive. Except Narcissus, Lothair’s new identity. When Narcissus tried to scrape off the face of her new adorable body, she found an abyssal void with little to no end. This story marks the birth for the King in Yellow. - Warning, this story contain: Male-to-Female Genderbend, GL/Yuri, Occasional Futa MC, Yanderes, Harem, Self-Cest. - Follow the creative and attentive Narcissus, a nuanced former serial-killer who will gradually becomes stronger, experienced, maddening, horrifying, but also mature, wise, conflicted, and complex—in this near-endless journey. Where souls unsung and tears unshed. In the land of Lost Carcosa. - This story is going on an indefinite hiatus.

Everyone has their fates connected to their birthdays, they are likely to have psychic abilities specifically connected to ‘something’. Some can sense it while some cannot, depending on what they have committed in the past. Mystery, Death, Foolishness, and Greed are the things attracting the evil spirits to be around. Those who were born on Sunday… “Ward: Labor Tomb” If you see ‘the pregnant,’ please beware; they are there to take your head. Those who were born on Monday… “Mirror: Who’s the First to Die of Them All?” After midnight where mirrors are, ‘mysterious things’ will appear. Those who were born on Tuesday… “Haunted: Mystery of Plumeria House” Stay away from ‘bathrooms’, if you wish to stay alive. Those who were born on Wednesday… “Theater: Book Me a Death Ticket” When people born on this day go to a funeral, they tend to witness bad events. Those who were born on Thursday… “Stairs: 12 Steps...Ghost Staircase” At night, do not look at the stairs, or else something might be there. Those who were born on Friday… “Reality: Dare the Living, Discover the Dead” There is a game for the living, but noted that it might take their lives. Those who were born on Saturday… “Holy: Soul Sacrifice to Spirit’s House” The ancient saying goes: think before you speak, as something the eyes cannot see does not mean it is not real. Every inconsiderate action must be traded with the living, and only death is the answer! One question… What day were you born on…?

Jack, a content creator for mystery, horror, and conspiracy stories, died. As he was recording a horror content. And then, he was reborn... as a supernatural entity, as a formless ghost. He acquired the system-panel like ability to get stronger. He could earn new supernatural traits. And he could even evolve and gain new incarnations later. But, the process was still unknown and unexplainable for him. But, that was not just the problem... Another problem... He was not reborn on his original Earth. He was reborn in an alternate Earth. The one still in the Industrial Revolution Era. The one with cursed steam engines, monster-infested sea exploration, mysterious pirates, supernatural powers, mythical creatures, demonic entities, and completely different geography. I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/36721/fictions

Romance, Comedy-drama. “Are you trying to resist my charm, sugarplum? ” he smirked and took a step close to her, cornering her near the staircase. “You are just too full of yourself, cupcake.” She said with a smug smile. “Oh, so you mean that you're not affected by all this hotness?” He said. She tsked and circled her hands around his neck and whispered. “Do you want me to be honest? You are really hot; as hot as smashed potato.” She smirked and pushed him and walked away with her head held high. Kitten has claws, eh! He thought to himself. Damien Ryder is a hot, arrogant, and ruthless business tycoon. He is nothing but pain is ass. But behind all this arrogance, there is a secret that Damien is hiding from everyone. A secret that is is painful at the same time his only healer. Vaidehi Aggarwal is a sweet girl next door, who lives with her big family in India. Sarcastic, Sweet, and clumsy Vaidehi is in a search of job and lands herself in New York, away from her family. What will happen when Ms. Sarcastic will stumble upon our hot arrogant Mr. Asshole? Romance will brew or they will strangle each other's neck? Cover credit- I don't own this cover. All the credit goes to the creator of this cover. ** Will be updated twice in week