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If you love Lord of Mysteries, then this is absolutely for you. In the year 1900, the city of Cairo is a powder keg of progress and antiquity. Beneath the shadows of ancient minarets, the British Empire and the Khedive's court play their games of power, while gas lamps illuminate streets where forgotten magics lie dormant. In this city of glaring sun and deep shadows, Omar Hassan lives a life of quiet desperation. A meticulous, low-level clerk in the Khedivial Archives, his world has shrunk to the scent of aging paper and the mounting anxiety over his younger sister's worsening illness. His only goal is to earn enough to afford the European medicine that might save her. Omar's mundane existence is shattered when he is tasked with archiving a disturbing police file from the Restricted Section. The case, officially closed as a suicide, details the death of a man whose body was found folded in ways that defy the laws of anatomy. Clipped to the file is a photograph of the victim's final, cryptic note: "They sing from the angles. The geometry is wrong... I fold now. I fold to fit." Driven by a reckless curiosity he cannot explain, Omar steals the photograph of the note—an act that pulls him past a threshold from which there is no return. He has stumbled upon a truth hidden from the world: reality is a thin veil stretched over the Echoing Void, an abyss of non-existence from which alien, god-like beings press against the world. Their influence leaks into reality through "Whispers"—incomprehensible cosmic principles that manifest in esoteric artifacts, forbidden texts, and maddening sounds. Those who can decipher and internalize these Whispers can gain supernatural abilities, becoming "Listeners" who walk a razor's edge between power and damnation. Each ability, however, demands a sacrifice, forcing the Listener to align their very being with an alien concept. Failure to do so results in "Discordance," a terrifying process where one's mind and body are irrevocably corrupted, twisted into a monstrous reflection of the Whisper they failed to control. Now, haunted by what he has seen and touched, Omar discovers he is not alone. Secret societies, ravenous cults, and clandestine government agencies have long contended for control of this forbidden knowledge. Armed only with his sharp, analytical mind and the first terrifying tastes of a power that threatens to unravel his sanity, Omar must navigate a labyrinth of conspiracy and cosmic dread. To save his sister and himself, this humble scribe must learn the rules of an impossible game, deciphering the maddening symphony of the Void before the final, dissonant chord brings silence to the world.

Eira Kingston, une assassin redoutée, n'aurait jamais imaginé que la mort la conduirait à transmigrer dans le corps d'Ephyra Allen, la première fille disgraciée de la famille Allen autrefois puissante. Mais ce qui l'a encore plus choquée, c'était la douce voix mécanique dans son esprit, l'appelant "maître" et l'informant que son âme était retournée dans son corps d'origine. Eira a ignoré cette étrange voix, pensant qu'elle avait une hallucination post-mortem. Mais en se réveillant à l'hôpital, avec des souvenirs qui n'étaient pas les siens qui affluaient, elle a été forcée de faire face à la vérité. La vie d'Ephyra n'avait été rien de moins qu'un cauchemar. Bien qu'étant la fille légitime, elle était étiquetée comme bâtarde, rejetée par tous, et éclipsée par sa demi-sœur intrigante, qui avait volé l'amour de son père et de son fiancé. Pour aggraver les choses, la richesse et le statut dont jouissait la famille Allen étaient tous dus à la défunte mère d'Ephyra, et la seule raison pour laquelle elle n'avait pas été complètement écartée était à cause de l'héritage de sa mère, verrouillé jusqu'à ses dix-huit ans. Mais Eira n'était pas du genre à se laisser abattre par les circonstances. Si elle allait vivre la vie d'Ephyra, elle le ferait à ses propres conditions. Elle détruirait ceux qui avaient causé de la douleur à Ephyra, réclamerait l'héritage qui lui revenait de droit, et découvrirait qui était derrière sa propre mort. Car s'il y avait une chose qu'Eira savait bien faire, c'était survivre—et faire payer ses ennemis. Cependant, être une lycéenne sans rien à son nom n'était pas suffisant. En tant qu'Ephyra, elle est impuissante, mais en tant qu'assassin, elle est mortelle. Pourtant, même cela n'était pas suffisant jusqu'à ce qu'elle devienne l'épouse contractuelle de Lyle Aelion—une figure puissante et énigmatique dans le monde des affaires avec une maladie secrète. Et il s'avère que la seule chose qui peut le soulager est son odeur.

I once believed life a simple equation: the wealthy thrive, the impoverished endure, the unburdened soar. Yet, even the freest of birds find their wings clipped by unseen cages. In this world, no station offers sanctuary; suffering, an inescapable shadow, finds all. And in its grim embrace, all paths converge upon death. This is not a chronicle of fleeting hope. This is not a legend whispered of redemption. This is the harrowing saga of a man twice shattered by the cruel hand of fate.... crushed, betrayed, mutilated. A soul condemned to an endless cycle of reincarnation, dragged back to a world that refuses to release its grip, only to fall, again and again. Each return a fresh descent into the abyss. But will he forever kneel, a puppet to his torment? Will he remain the naive fool who clung to the illusion of kindness? Or will the fractured remnants of his being coalesce into a force the world has never witnessed? A mastermind forged in the crucible of despair. A monster destined to unravel all, even himself. This is the tale of Veythor: the man who defied the quietude of death. And perhaps… the man who will shatter fate itself.

Just a story of a whim. Ill take it serious if this gain popularity. He died a hero—pushed a stranger out of the path of a speeding truck and paid the price. But instead of fading into nothingness, he opened his eyes in a forest... alone, confused, and very much alive. No new body, no fantasy bloodline—just the same clothes, the same phone in his pocket, and a world he didn't recognize. Struggling to survive with nothing but instinct, he awakens a strange system—one that doesn’t grant magic or weapons. It summons villains. His first trainer: Madara Uchiha, the strongest shinobi, a man who tried to bend the world to his will. Thrown into a timeless zone, forced to endure brutal taijutsu training with no chakra of his own, the boy begins to change—physically, mentally, and spiritually.

Akira Uchiha, nieto de Madara, busca superar su legado a través de entrenamiento riguroso. Su padre, hijo de Madara, se casó con una Uzumaki, acto que Madara vio como una traición. Akira, consciente de la necesidad de fuerza en un mundo turbulento, se somete a pruebas extremas para forjar un poder que le permita proteger el futuro. Akira, de El Uchiha y Uzumaki, enfrenta el peso de las expectativas familiares y el estigma social. Su padre lo somete a un entrenamiento estricto, mientras que su madre le brinda apoyo. A pesar del rechazo en la aldea, Akira es admitido en la Academia Ninja, donde se enfrenta a miradas de desprecio y prejuicios. El Segundo Hokage, Tobirama Senju, lo observa con desconfianza, marcando el inicio de un camino lleno de desafíos. En su primer día en la Academia Ninja, Akira siente la presión de las expectativas y los prejuicios mientras se enfrenta a la mirada evaluadora del Segundo Hokage, Tobirama Senju.

Imagine: A stone-cold Russian billionaire heir—Viktor Mikhailov (picture: brooding, black turtlenecks, eyes like a winter storm)—gets his entire life nuked when a secret baby appears on his doorstep during a thunderstorm. The twist? - The mom’s a manipulative party-girl who drugged him to get pregnant (trauma). - Baby Misha is half-Korean, all cheeks, and already inherits his "I will end you" glare. - Viktor’s family? Literal villains. Think: evil stepmoms, icy patriarch, and a mansion full of backstabbers. Now he’s juggling: - Harvard poetry classes (his one soft spot), - Diaper explosions (Yuri, his himbo bodyguard/BFF, helps… sorta), - Mafia-level family drama (they want the baby gone). Vibes: - "John Wick but with baby wipes." - "Succession meets Masha and the bear." - Angst so thick you could drown in it… until Misha babbles and Viktor’s cold heart melts. Why you’ll cry: - Viktor whispering “I don’t deserve you" while sobbing into Misha’s curls. - Misha throwing mashed potatoes (Ah, I think it was yogurt? shii, I don't remember) at Anastasia’s $50k fur coat. - The jellyfish hair clips. Always the jellyfish clips. TL;DR: A man who’d never held a baby becomes DAD OF THE YEAR while fighting his psycho family, falling in love with his kid, and low-key redeeming his soul. Feat. Russian lullabies, baby fencing lessons, and emotional damage.

*Changed Title* He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri is a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

Mitsunari had it all: a voice that turned heads, a smile that lit up stadiums, and a spot in VIRE, who were the hottest idol group in the country. Fans adored him, his bandmates had his back, and the future looked unstoppable but fame is fragile. One leaked clip. A headline out of context. A scandal twisted by social media. In the blink of an eye, Mitsunari goes from beloved star to public enemy. The label cuts him loose. His group turns silent. The fans turn vicious. Now blacklisted and alone, Mitsunari is left to piece together what really happened and whether he can survive without the spotlight. As lies pile up and bridges burn, he has to face who he is without the group, and whether he’s strong enough to fight for a comeback… or let it all go. Mitsunari is a sharp, emotional dive into idol culture, cancel culture, and the brutal cost of living in the public eye.

Avner Rhodes was an FPS legend—top-ranked, wildly popular, and unstoppable—until a viral clip exposed him as a cheater. Instantly canceled and banned from the gaming world, Avner's fall from grace seemed complete... until reality itself broke. Sucked into a surreal fantasy world where battles are real and death permanent, Avner discovers he's been transferred with one last advantage: a limited-use cheat interface from his old gaming days. Armed with a bow he's never used and a dwindling gold reserve that fuels godlike abilities—aimbots, wallhacks, auto-dodges—he must survive in a world teetering between digital logic and brutal reality. As monsters close in and glitching horrors appear, Avner is mistaken for someone named “Elias” and pulled into a war he doesn’t understand, surrounded by allies who trust him—and enemies far beyond anything he's faced. But without his cheats? He's just another dead man in the queue. Too bad for this world, he's still a gamer at heart. And this time, he’s playing for keeps.

In the mystical world of Mythosia, where immortals wield extraordinary powers, Hóng Xú, an orphan unable to cultivate, struggles to find his place. Hóng Xú Determined to spend the rest of his life peacefully he plans to sell books, paintings, and martial arts manuals in the Jadeleaf village. But once a great man said this "Wake up to reality! Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world"          -Uchiha Madara

Matteo was just a bar waiter. No powers. No purpose. Just another nobody in a crumbling world. Then he woke up in the middle of a warzone after the third cataclysm—facing beasts taller than towers, soldiers wielding magic, and a dying civilization clinging to survival. All he had was a gun, a few clips of ammo… And a cursed mask that laughs when it kills. He must survive this third cataclysm. But what happens afterward?

It may sound strange, but that's what it's like to be reincarnated as Madara Uchiha and no, that's not the worst, since in my past life as Tamara, a biochemist who died after being murdered by the government for finding the cure for cancer, I admired and loved Madara. Uchiha, but now he is like him, but not like him. , but like her, it devastated her. It was actually a woman. They changed the sex of their beloved Madara but it was actually her!.. All rights to Masashi Kishimoto, the development and the story as well as some characters are my authority, I hope you enjoy!.

Zoran Vukic wasn’t supposed to make it. A 6'2" wing with no flashy highlights, no viral clips, and no agent connections, he went undrafted in the 2025 NBA Draft. Just another overlooked name in a league obsessed with size, hype, and marketability. But Zoran wasn’t here to entertain—he was built to calculate. When the injury-plagued Dallas Mavericks extend him a five-day hardship trial, they aren’t looking for a star. They need someone efficient. Someone reliable. Someone who won’t turn the ball over when everything’s falling apart. What they find instead is a silent technician. Backed by a mysterious internal system that tracks, optimizes, and enhances every decision he makes on the floor, Zoran doesn’t play with emotion. He plays with precision. No trash talk. No drama. Just elite reads, clean execution, and surgical efficiency. While the league sleeps on him, the Mavericks start winning. Quietly. Consistently. And as one injury after another sidelines the stars, Zoran keeps showing up—outscoring veterans, locking down scorers, and controlling the pace without wasting a single motion. He’s not chasing a story. He’s building one. (AI is used as a editor as i don't have the time to check over them and edit them myself due to GCSE'S, so if you don't like AI being used in the story then idk don't read it) also i would like to add that the first 10 or so chapter will have the mc average very few points or assists

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His brother vanished searching for a myth. To find him, Alex Ryder must fall out of reality. He clipped through the world and landed in the Backrooms, an endless prison of damp carpets and buzzing lights. Now, following a trail of clues left by his lost brother, Alex must navigate thousands of impossible levels, outsmart things that hunt in the dark, and uncover the terrifying secret at the heart of this cosmic error. In the Backrooms, the only thing more dangerous than the monsters is the truth.

"Orphaned at a young age, Layla Llewellyn feels like the luckiest girl in the world after she moves in with her uncle Bill, a gardener who lives on the scenic Arvis estate in the Berg Empire. To Layla, Arvis seems like paradise; she loves to explore the vast forest, always bringing her notebook to record the wildlife she encounters. She especially loves the birds, watching them with awe as they hatch and grow from fluffy chicks into beautiful birds. Duke Herhardt, the young, handsome lord of Arvis, is also interested in birds—and in Layla. But the difference, is he's interested in birds because he likes to hunt them... and he's interested in Layla because he likes to make her cry. She had been his lovely bird in a golden cage, and her tears had been his favorite melody. He had clipped her wings. He had locked her heart. He had broken her freedom. To keep her close, Matthias had done everything without hesitation. And because he hadn’t hesitated, he had never regretted. He had never reflected. He had never apologized. When his lovely bird, Layla, opened the cage he built and flew away, Matthias had made his cruel decision: “If I lose her forever and can’t get her back, I’d rather kill her.”

What was supposed to be a simple school camping trip turns into something far stranger when Aiko, a cold and composed high school girl from 2025, suddenly vanishes—only to awaken on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean. There’s no sign of rescue. No clue how she got there. And only three other people in sight. But these men are no ordinary strangers. One is a fierce Viking warrior who speaks in guttural tones of an ancient Norse tongue. Another, a proud nobleman fluent in Latin, carries himself with the rigid poise of a forgotten empire. The last, a smooth-talking gentleman from the 1900s, speaks English with a clipped, old-world accent. Aiko herself only speaks modern Japanese—yet somehow, they all understand each other perfectly. Drawn from wildly different timelines, none of them know why they’re here or who brought them. "Where is this? What trickery is this?" the Viking growled, his massive hand tightening around his axe as he scanned the unfamiliar jungle. His nostrils flared, scenting the salt-heavy air. "If this is Helheim’s gate, I’ll carve my way back." "Is this some kind of sorcery?" the nobleman mused, his gloved fingers brushing the hilt of his rapier. A smirk played on his lips. "If you sought to trap me, witch, you should have chosen a more enticing hell." His gaze flicked to Aiko, lingering on the curve of her exposed thigh. "Is this… some kind of prank?" the 1900s man stammered, adjusting his spectacles as if the world might right itself if he looked hard enough. His pocket watch clicked uselessly in his palm. "I—I was just leaving the gentlemen’s club! This isn’t—this can’t—" a Lemon filled Story. (all characters are over 18)

Our MC gets reincarnated in the pokemon universe with all the items she collected in the games. She had thought of going on a journey, defeating gym leaders, becoming a champion then running her cafe. She will come to know eventually, oh boy it is not that easy as it seems to get your pokemon and run around like in the games. In this AU, everyone has to go through an exam in the nearby city after officially turning 10 to see if they are ready for their trainers' license, qualifiers were given the choice of going to either the trainers' academy, police academy, or nurse academy before leaving for their pokemon journey. Due to the sassy little Ralts of our MC, instead of the trainers' academy, she will join the police academy. It will be a hell of a ride as our MC tries to go undercover in criminal organizations, burning down these organizations to the ground left and right only in hope of early retirement. MC will interact with Ash, Misty, and Brock as in this timeline Ash has to go through the trainer's Academy. MC, Ash, and Misty will be 15 as they come out of the academy and Brock will be 18, the big brother for the trio. MC will be on her journey(burning HQs) and occasionally will travel with the anime trios. ‐-------------------------------------‐---------------------------------- Note: { Warning from the beautiful profanities my characters are going to sing in the chapters, Readers discretion is advised. } I do not own Pokémon except OCs introduced in the story. Also, I don't own the cover for this fan-fiction, all credit to google-sama and his generous image library. I will try to avoid making grammatical mistakes as much as I can, if found pls comment. let's see, MC x Misty so Yuri is happening, if you don't like it just skip the part but don't go on being toxic to other people. Romance will be slow since MC having her journey. Also, I will more focus on the interaction between MC and other characters and Pokémon. The pace will be slow. MC will challenge the gyms but as a mission from team rocket HQ. R18 scenes later down after the characters turn 18 according to the progression of romance in the story. So it is very far away. I am a newbie trying to write my first fanfiction so you know. I will try to keep updating periodically. Hope you enjoy my story.

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A tale set a long, long time ago. It has a young Emperor. It also has a foreign Crown Prince. Set in a prosperous country torn inside by the shaking foundations in the royal family. The said Country also has a Crown Princess; a shadow of the emperor. A Crown Princess willing to do anything to protect the country from the hungry wolves waiting. Breaking all the traditions, she became an advisor of the court. Like an eagle she soars the skys, to protect what is her birth right. A certain Crown Prince notices. hmm...how long till the wings are clipped? I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

[WSA 2025 ENTRY]! "Alot of people say life shows equality in its own way but I never believed in it. They say things like some are meant to lead and others follow, some work hard and others have talents, some are rich and others poor but life is supposed to favour you in one of these areas right? Well not in my life, I was born to abusive parents who were also drug addicts. Things were no better at school, I was always a target for mockery and abusive comments. None of my teachers did anything to help but they kept telling me I was the worst student they ever had. I was never smart or athletic. I always looked pale and malnourished . Life was unfair. Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, high school came around. I became the school clown where every joke from both seniors and juniors was directed towards me. My life was a living hell. I got a job at a local diner within my vicinity. The pay was good and the owner of the place treated me quite well. I enjoyed those moments I had with her at work, but life decided that happiness was a luxury I could not afford and took her away. She was like a mother to me and now she was dead. Her funeral was organised a week later and the dinner was closed down. Just like that my only source of income was gone. I was tired of life and wanted to end it all. I was on my way to the bridge to drown myself, after all no one would miss me. Life still had one final twist for me. What were the odds that the most overpowered villian in all of the animeverse not Madara nor Aizen but 'truck-kun' decided to have an encounter with me on my way to the bridge. Damn it! Even taking my own life was a luxury too great for me. I hoped that at least in my next life, I live a quite happy life", Gaeus thought to himself as he saw the white light...

Traveling to the Uchiha clan, taking into account the relationship between Konoha and Uchiha, based on the principle of shooting the first bird, even with the standard plug-in of the traveler, Liu Feng has always been a low-key person. [Ding, you defeat the Uchiha Madara (Junior Edition) projection, and get: Indra Chakra, Fire Dunge, Fire Fighting! ] [Ding, you defeat the Thousand-Hand Projection Between Pillars and get: Ashura Chakra, Perfect Immortal Human Body + Mu Dun! ] [Ding, you defeated Datongmu Huiye Projection, and obtained: Blood Rescue Snare, Nine Gouyu Jade Reincarnation Writer Eyes! ] Low-key? Low-key ghost! !

[Backrooms] + [Cunning Survival] + [Exploration] + [Uncharted Levels] + [Plot-Driven] + [No Plot Armor] --- The air hums with the static of flickering yellow lights. Damp carpets reek of mildew underfoot. Walls stretch endlessly in a maddening monotony of sickly beige—a prison of decaying déjà vu. This is the Backrooms. If you’re reckless enough to clip through reality in the wrong places, you’ll end up here. Pray you never hear something shuffling nearby—because if you do, pray it didn’t hear you too. It started in July 2019. A grainy photo posted on an obscure forum, captioned: “Stuck here. Send help.”Replies flooded in. People claimed to have dreamed of this liminal nightmare. Worse—some swore they’d found real-world overlaps: a circular factory in Nara, Japan; fog-choked woods in California; a stretch of Florida coastline… all eerily mirroring the Backrooms’ architecture. Could it be real? I laughed it off—until the day I stumbled into it myself.

read how Lillian now, Madara Uchiha, lives his life in the Naruto world stuck in the past and wanted the change the future. With HashiramaxMadara TobiramaxMito and Tajimax oc

She was a storm he never saw coming. He was the silence that tore her apart. When Ava, a fierce and sharp-tongued college girl, is forced to move into her estranged stepbrother Jade’s home, sparks fly—but not the sweet kind. He’s cold, controlling, and impossibly gorgeous, ruling the house with clipped words and a twisted past. She’s everything he claims to hate—loud, reckless, and too tempting for her own good. What starts as a war of words turns into a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Ava refuses to be the obedient little pet he tries to leash, but Jade knows exactly how to bend her without breaking her… until lines blur and secrets unravel. But when trust is shattered and hearts bleed, Ava must decide: Is Jade her captor or her savior? This is not a love story. It’s a story of possession, obsession, and the kind of love that scars.

The Steam of Night is a gripping tale of mystery, intrigue, and the clash between the forces of science and the supernatural in a Victorian-era steampunk world. At the heart of the story is Graham "Gray" Marlowe, an unassuming clerk working in the Ministry of Antiquities, whose insatiable curiosity leads him to uncover a web of dark conspiracies plaguing the fog-shrouded metropolis. Gray's investigation begins when he stumbles upon patterns in newspaper clippings detailing strange disappearances and unexplained phenomena, all linked to a mysterious phenomenon known as the "Steam of Night." This ethereal vapor, which emerges at midnight, holds the key to an ancient power called Aethercraft – a fusion of science and sorcery that allows individuals to wield supernatural abilities. Drawn deeper into this mystery, Gray soon finds himself entangled with a dangerous cult seeking to harness the Steam of Night for their own nefarious ends. Joined by a ragtag coalition of allies, including the no-nonsense Captain Elara Valen and the brilliant Aetherpsychologist Aurora Vance, Gray navigates the city's treacherous underbelly, uncovering the cult's plans to corrupt the central Aetherworks and unleash an ancient cosmic entity upon the world. Through a series of escalating conflicts, Gray demonstrates a natural affinity for Aethercraft, using his growing powers to thwart the cult's designs and uncover deeper layers of conspiracy. Gray's journey leads him to the remote Western Isles, where he discovers the Sanctum of Noctis – an ancient monastery built atop the ruins of a long-forgotten civilization that first harnessed the power of the Night Aether. Here, Gray confronts the cult's aristocratic leader, Baroness Blackwood, in a battle for control of an ancient portal known as the Moon Gate – a gateway to the realm of the looming cosmic horror, the "Ancient One." Gray's harrowing experience leaves him forever changed, his hair turned ashen white, and a deeper connection to the Night Aether. Returning to the Imperial Capital, Gray finds the city on the brink of crisis as the veil between worlds begins to shatter, unleashing supernatural chaos. Rallying his allies, including the steadfast Sister Seraphine and the brilliant inventor Clara Rivette, Gray confronts the mastermind behind the cult's machinations – the supposedly dead Prince Castor, now known as "Eclipse." In a climactic battle that threatens the very fabric of reality, Gray pushes the limits of his Aethercraft abilities, ultimately making the ultimate sacrifice to restore the balance between the mortal realm and the ancient, unknowable forces that lie beyond. In the aftermath, Gray's allies carry on his legacy, establishing new institutions to monitor and contain the lingering supernatural threats. Yet, in the final moments, a mysterious transmission from Gray himself suggests that his story is not over, hinting at the possibility of his return from the other side of the Veil, where the "Steam of Night" continues to flow eternal.

Jae-un once believed love was something beautiful. But the love he gave was met with cruelty, twisting into something toxic that left scars too deep to heal. Now, at nineteen, he is exhausted, dragging himself through college, weighed down by insomnia, nightmares, and a past that refuses to let go. His world is colorless, his heart a graveyard of burned memories. Then, one day, he stumbles into Seo-joon. Cold, unreadable, and filthy rich. A man whose voice is sharp like ice but carries an unshakable warmth underneath. Jae-un should be wary. He should step back. But exhaustion wins, and in that moment, against a stranger who expects nothing from him, he allows himself to fall, quite literally. Seo-joon is distant, his words clipped and indifferent, yet his actions speak otherwise. A blanket draped over Jae-un, a warm drink left within reach, an unspoken understanding lingering between them. He doesn’t ask for explanations. He doesn’t push. And for the first time in years, Jae-un finds himself not suffocating under the weight of his own existence. But healing is not easy. The past does not loosen its grip so easily. No matter how much Seo-joon’s quiet presence soothes him, Jae-un knows that love, real love, is something he no longer believes in. Because the last time he loved, it poisoned him. And some poisons never leave the bloodstream.