The Lingering Warmth of Your Soul
By @Vic
Kos is a gentle soul cursed to wander a cold, decaying gothic metropolis, haunted by the phantom warmth of the woman he lost. His tragedy is not just grief, but the literal echo of her presence; he possesses 'The Soul-Touch,' an agonizing magic that allows him to feel the residual warmth, emotions, and memories of the dead. When a mysterious cult threatens to erase her lingering spiritual imprint from the world forever, Kos is forced to weaponize his gentle nature. To preserve her memory, he must dive into the city's treacherous underbelly, negotiating with dangerous entities and risking his own sanity. Every step closer to saving her memory forces him to consume more cursed souls, slowly turning his gentle heart into a vessel of pure, frozen vengeance. He is willing to burn the world to ashes just to feel her touch one last time, even if it means losing himself entirely to the darkness.
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The Murk-Glass Masquerade
By @john1208
The mist-drenched city of Kholvarna believes its most feared ghost-binder is dead, executed after a dark ritual went wrong. In truth, Lykora Morith survived by executing an identity swap with a missing, empty-headed heiress. Now, she attends her own eerie funeral armed with a bright pink umbrella and a vapid smile. Told in alternating perspectives between Lykora and the cunning double agent planted in her enemy's ranks, the story follows Lykora's plot to dismantle Olenya - the fragile, constantly weeping adopted sister who orchestrated her downfall. When Olenya tries to eliminate her new rival by 'accidentally' spilling corrosive ectoplasm on Lykora’s vital warding-dress, she expects the terrifying Lord-Inquisitor Vastor to pity her frail, trembling hands. Instead, Vastor sees right through the act and fires Olenya on the spot without a shred of hesitation. Together, Lykora and Vastor turn the grand gala into a trap, ruthlessly exposing Olenya's hypocrisy to the public. As Olenya's wealthy backers immediately abandon her to avoid Vastor's wrath, will Lykora be able to reclaim her true name before the city's ravenous spirits devour her borrowed soul?
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-Vision(A page of two)
By @Hema Geesawor
Vinyll Eminem, a cold-hearted acrobat with an unnatural mastery over physical boundaries, finds himself thrust into the abyssal depths of the Realms of the Immortals. This world, a twisted hierarchy fueled by infernal duties, demands his unique talents for a purpose he can barely fathom: serving as a living key to the Gates of Hell. A dark, forbidden love begins to bloom amidst the shadows, threatening to unravel his carefully constructed emotional walls. Every acrobatic feat, every boundary pushed, tightens the chains of a pact he never made, drawing him deeper into a thrilling, horrific dance where the price of devotion might just be his soul. Can his cold heart survive a love born in the abyss?
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The Exhausted Sovereign of Nocen
By @john1208
Reincarnated into a gothic, monster-infested nightmare, Morvan just wanted a nap. Instead, he wakes up in the middle of a public execution, stripped of his noble titles by a pantheon of hopelessly petty local gods. Annoyed and leaning on a discarded, rotting branch, he carelessly swings it to shoo away a crow - and accidentally severs the cursed mountain looming over the city in two. Instantly, the grimdark world misunderstands his world-weary sarcasm as profound, dark divinity. Horrifying witches and arrogant deities alike are hopelessly seduced by his maxed-out, brooding charisma. While Morvan tries to avoid everyone, his loyal gravedigger friend hides a terrifying secret, and a local peddler becomes wildly rich selling Morvan's used tea leaves as holy artifacts. Meanwhile, a relentless inquisitor falls obsessively in love with him, and the terrifying 'Villain' plunging the realm into eternal night might actually be the only one trying to stop the real threat. Can Morvan survive the relentless, unwanted affection of a gothic world, or will he accidentally conquer the realm while trying to find a decent place to sleep?
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The Gloam King's Hollow Bride
By @john1208
Veleshka woke up in a freezing, opulent bed, coughing up black blood. She had transmigrated into the doomed human bride of the terrifying Gloam King, Olekshar, precisely at the moment of her supposed demise. Knowing the original plot dictates her agonizing death as his sacrificial vessel, she plasters on the smile of a bubbly, clueless airhead to lower his guard - and bolts into the night. Desperate for a quiet, mundane life, Veleshka settles in the impoverished, fog-choked village of Kryvoda. Armed with unwavering cheer and a secret, sharp-witted ruthlessness, she lives peacefully growing marsh-tubers. But when she pawns a seemingly useless obsidian hairpin to buy winter supplies, she makes a fatal mistake. Now, the shadows in Kryvoda are whispering her name. Olekshar is closing in, his monstrous devotion twisting into feral madness with every near-miss. But Veleshka is unaware of the grim truth: Olekshar wasn't trying to sacrifice her, he was performing a ritual to absorb her lethal curse into his own body. As the Gloam King's terrifying obsession bleeds into her sanctuary, will she manage to outrun the monster, or will she realize his suffocating cage is the only thing keeping her alive?
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Spinning Dust and Sabotage
By @john1208
"As my master drew her final, rattling breath, I was already spinning her fading regrets into the finest midnight silk. I didn't have time to mourn; I had a quota to meet." When my cousin Jeshka arrived in Osvengard, she brought an eerie chill and a string of devastating 'accidents'. My workshop was flooded with marsh-water. My rarest dyes were poisoned with acid. My looms were shattered in the dead of night. She expected me to weep. Instead, I ruthlessly scavenged the ruins. Water-logged silk became a highly sought-after gothic lace; poisoned dyes yielded a mesmerizing bioluminescent thread; I wove with my bare, bleeding hands to meet my deadlines, quietly dominating the Mourner's Guild. I viewed these disasters as mere tests of my work ethic, entirely oblivious to the demonic 'System' driving my cousin to madness every time I effortlessly turned her sabotage into profit. Meanwhile, an unnatural, creeping rot has begun consuming the city's districts. To stop it, I must reluctantly partner with Rochus, my haughtiest, most insufferable rival. But what happens when we discover that Osvengard’s world-ending curse is actually the direct result of my cousin's failed attempts to make me cry?
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Vows Woven in Ash
By @john1208
Blood drips from Ozerin’s blade as he dispatches the last of the street thugs in the fog-choked alleys of Czarna. Even in the middle of a brutal fight, his cold, calculating mind is fixed on a single objective: the absolute ruin of Ruzena Moravka. Three years ago, she supposedly ordered his assassination. To exact his revenge, Ozerin has spent months playing the perfect, gentle fiancé, wrapping the proud noblewoman in a suffocating web of devotion. His trap springs at the grand altar of the Obsidian Conservatory. He abandons her, exposing fabricated crimes that strip her of her title and leave her at the mercy of the city’s grief-monsters, the Zal. The ruin is absolute - but the victory tastes of ash. When Ozerin uncovers a magically sealed vault, he discovers a horrifying truth: Ruzena was innocent. Ozerin’s own past self orchestrated the assassination attempt and wiped his memories to prevent a cursed prophecy from claiming her soul. He engineered her devastation to save her life. Now, the woman he realizes he desperately loves is broken, hunted, and despises him. Can a monster who orchestrated his own heartbreak ever earn forgiveness, or is he doomed to watch her seek solace with his greatest rival?
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