In the beginning, there was only the Creator—a being of boundless light, whose very thoughts birthed dimensions, gods, and time itself. From His essence came the Twelve Dimensions, the cosmic realms where His children shaped life, warred for power, and dreamed of purpose. He was the source. He was existence.

But even the eternal can grow weary.

The Creator, infinite and omnipotent, longed for an end. Not out of despair—but out of completion. Yet He could not undo Himself, for to do so would unravel all that is. So He created Azrael, a being forged to bring about His end… and watched as even that divine purpose failed.

Eras passed. Civilizations rose and fell. Reapers harvested souls. The balance was maintained. But the Creator’s desire remained unchanged: to cease existing, to free all from the cycle of His will.

And so, He cast His gaze beyond gods and reapers… to a boy not yet born into legend. A boy named Aristo.

Unaware of his cosmic importance, Aristo would rise from the ashes of obscurity. He would not wield divine blades or command armies—at first. But he would carry within him something no being ever had: the power to end existence without unmaking it.

This is not merely the tale of gods or demons.

This is the story of Aristo—the boy destined to fulfill the Creator's finally

This isn't a copied work , but an original story by me

When Avery - Becks - Beckett returns to England for the reading of a mysterious will, she never expects to uncover a legacy of ancient bloodlines and forbidden truths. As secrets buried for centuries begin to surface, Becks finds herself caught between the wife she adores, the childhood friend she never stopped loving, and a blood-bond attraction she can't control.

Some revelations, once unveiled, demand the highest price. Will Becks be able to protect the people she loves, or will she fall prey to the ancient rulers who've controlled humanity for millennia?

Heroes and Villains.

Everyone knows the hero Lucky.

Everyone knows the villain Vosk.

No one truly knows what happened when another hero took Lucky's place.

But everyone will know who took in the betrayed and broken boy.

!TW abuse and death!

Lily Valley , a fortunate Immortal to be able to live in a very ancient time when the poison that dwells in her body was viewed as vengeful spirits who kill those who harm her . She lived in villages and thanks to that belief they prayed to her as if she was a higher being .

Even in this modern era she kept her power even obtaining technology through the poisons in her body . But as a threat for carrying so many ancient diseases and poison to the world , she was cast out into another .

Come with me to find out who this trader is and what happens to me next

Oceana More had been a vampire for almost three hundred and fifty years along with her parents, Cameron More and Pierce More, who had been turned on the same day. The turning process was torture. To turn, your body and soul had to be brought to the brink of death. The vampire who was turning the human had to stab them and let them bleed until there was almost nothing left, then they have to bite on a vein and inject a small dose of their poison, then they would lick the stab wound closed to stop the bleeding. After this procedure you would be stuck in a kind of limbo neither human, fledgling, or vampire. Stuck between death and the undead. If your body and mind are strong enough you will become a fledgling. Which is what I was. Now I’m a vampire. You know how vampires supposedly don’t have a heart that beats? Well that myth is wrong. Why do you think you have to drive a stake through our hearts? Our heart beats, just really slowly because we don’t have much blood left to pump. Remember when I told you that the blood had to be drained until there was almost nothing left? That’s the reason why our heart beats so slowly. I have a long term girlfriend of three years who’s still human because I’m scared of losing her. Her name is Melody Carlyle. Melody is everything I could ever ask for. She’s sweet, smart, funny, and hot. She has onyx black hair, dark gray eyes, rosebud lips, porcelain skin, and a smile that could kill if used right. She was perfect in every aspect of the word. Me on the other hand, I had blood red hair, tan skin, light gray eyes, and a smirk that was guarded. Then my parents were murdered in their bed, their throats slit. I was distraught relying on Melody to keep me from collapsing.

Lythia Eranil was thrown out of her clan of dark elves. They were the Whispered Stars. She was thrown out for being weak, for feeling, for not becoming a ruthless mercenary. I was a disappointment to the clan. When  I refused to kill the human kneeling before me. My sister shot her in the head with her arrow and scoffed at me, “How could you be one of us? You can’t even kill a pathetic human.” A chorus of agreements rose at the words and the council was called to vote. It was unanimous. I was too weak and was thrown out. What they didn’t know was I had the stars magic in my veins. The stars magic is the purest form of dark magic known. It’s like having pure shadows running through your veins. I was able to keep it hidden from them, so they wouldn’t be able to use me as a weapon to dominate the other dark elven clans. The Whispered Stars were feared throughout the five kingdoms. The Elven Kingdom was composed of the water elves, earth elves, wind elves, fire elves, and the rarest ones the dark elves. The Water Kingdom is composed of mermaids, sirens, and sea monsters. The Wolf Kingdom is composed of hundreds of clans of werewolves, with no one clan being in charge. The Human Kingdom is composed entirely of humans and is the smallest kingdom by far. Finally the Coven Kingdom, which is the vampire kingdom, which is ruled by the Lorent clan. Anyway back to me, I’ve been alive for two hundred and fifty years. I was thrown out of the Whispered Stars when I was only fifty years old. I’ve practiced my magic in secret everyday since then, and have become a killer to keep my secret. I’ve killed over two hundred people just to keep my stars magic secret. I’ve traveled through the five kingdoms hundreds of times, every kingdom except the elven kingdom, I can’t bring myself to go back. Suddenly I was driven out of the Human Kingdom by the Whispered Stars and into the Coven Kingdom, when I learn there may be a sixth kingdom no one remembers. A kingdom for the forgotten monsters like Wraiths, Banshees, Ghosts, and Demons.

"Amina has always heard the whispers about the river-how its songs lure the unwary, how its depths hide ancient hunger. But when the melody calls *her* name, she realizes the legends are terrifyingly real.**

Seventeen and sharp-witted, Amina fights to focus on her studies while her father arranges her marriage to a wealthy suitor with secrets of his own. But darker forces are at play: women vanish at night, a mysterious old man gifts her a cursed talisman, and her once-youthful grandmother withers by the day-desperate to reclaim her beauty by any means necessary.

As Mami Wata's haunting song tightens its grip, Amina must unravel a web of family betrayal and supernatural bargains before the river claims her soul.

A spine-chilling blend of Nigerian folklore and psychological horror, this tale will make you question every shadow, every whisper... and every kindness from those you trust most.

"Everyone said immortality was a curse, that you'd be floating in the void forever once the last sun died. Turns out they were wrong, it's surprisingly easy to recreate the universe in your own image."

My story that I lowkey forgot to submit to that contest lol

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What’s your name? My mama doesn’t know, and I asked her to ask your mama, but she said she doesn’t want to go anywhere near your house. I told her that’s mean because she doesn’t know you. None of us do. I’ve only seen you from across the street. You have black hair, and it’s very dark, which is why I call you Raven. If you tell me your real name I will use it.

Is black your favorite color? You wear it a lot. I’ve never seen you wear anything but that black dress with the poofy sleeves and lacy collar. Or are you sad because someone in your family has died? My mama said that black is a color for being sad, and for funerals. I’ve never been to one. My favorite color is all of them.

Do you go to school? I’ve never seen you there, and I think there’s only one. Do you have many friends? I have lots. They wave at me when they see me and say hi when I’m walking down the street. Sometimes I forget their names, so I make up names in my head, like there’s this red-haired girl I call Poppy, and this boy who only brings peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch, so I call him Honey, because the peanut butter isn’t the unusual part. His hair is also yellow like honey.

What do you eat for lunch? I don’t think it would be peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I imagine you eating raspberries.

Tell me what your name is so I can use it.

Sincerely,

Robin

P.S. Did I spell that word right? Sincerely?I asked my mama how to spell it but I don’t think she’s very good at that sort of thing.

Dear Robin,

I’ve seen you across the street too. You live in a white house with light blue shutters. Your screen door is white metal bent into a bunch of nice-looking old shapes. I can hear when someone lets it go and it slams against the door frame.

Did you know you have a bird’s nest in your rain gutter? It’s a blackbird, I think.

I don’t have a favorite color. I do have a favorite dress, and it is black. My mother says it looks very well with my hair and that it makes my eyes look like sea glass. She wants to take me to the sea.

Black is a color for being sad. I am not sad.

I don’t go to school. My mother teaches me things. She taught me to read and write and do math. After we’re done I go to the park and sit on the swings. The left one, not the right. I watch leaves fall from the trees. I don’t have any friends, because no one talks to me. I’ve seen the boy you call Honey at the park; I know because sometimes he doesn’t finish his peanut butter and honey sandwich and he eats the rest of it on the bench. I can always smell it from the swings.

I don’t eat peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I don’t eat raspberries either.

Also sincerely,

Raven

P.S. You did spell it right.

Dear Raven,

A bird’s nest! I must find it right away!

I don’t know what sea glass is, but that’s okay. If I get to look at your eyes one day and see what color they are, then I will know. You should go with your mama to the sea. I bet you would like it. Then you must come home and write me a letter all about it. You must tell me what kinds of birds live there so I can tell Honey. He likes birds, and they like him.

I also have a favorite dress. It is a lot like yours, only it’s white.

Your mama is your teacher? Does she know everything too? My mama says she knows everything, and that I should listen to her because of it. I wonder if it is better not to go to school. We sometimes have to hide under our desks and put our arms over our necks, or huddle in a corner with the lights off and stay very quiet. I bet you don’t do those things. They don’t sound so bad, but every once in a while one of the other kids cries and the teacher has to give them a lollipop.

I was going to ask why no one talks to you, but then I remembered that I don’t either. I write you letters. That makes me cowardly.

I don’t recommend trying to talk to Honey; he doesn’t speak much. Why don’t you eat raspberries? Have you tried them? I think you would like them.

You signed your letter Raven.I know that’s not your name. If it’s a secret, you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.

Yours truly,

Robin

P.S. My mama said yours trulyis how grownups end letters to friends.

Dear Robin,

Sea glass is glass made round and soft by the sea. They look like stones of pretty colors. My mother has a piece that she found when she was a girl on her first trip to the beach. It is the color of mint.

If I go to the sea, I will tell you about it.

My mother is my teacher. She doesn’t know everything. No one does. Indeed, we don’t do those things; hiding under tables or in corners.

You are not a coward. Speaking to me is something everyone is afraid to do. It doesn’t mean good things. I don’t have friends.

No one wants to keep my company.

Sincerely,

Raven

Dearest Raven,

I am confused. I don’t believe you’ve never had a friend. What could be so scary about you? Everyone is afraid of something, but that something isn’t always you.

Besides, I am your friend.

I found the bird’s nest you told me about. I climbed out of my bedroom window and had to kind of shimmy down the roof to get to it. Roofs are made of weird stuff. But I got to it and I looked real close at it. It’s got three eggs in it, and they’re this wonderful greenish-blue color that I didn’t know the name of until you described sea glass to me, and now I think about your eyes being the same color of those eggs, and your hair the same color as the bird who made them.

I lost my balance and fell off the roof, but it’s okay because I landed in a bush. It was quite funny.

My mama told me I’m going to have a little sister. I got excited, but she said it will be a while. I don’t know where they get little sisters, but it must not be very close by if it takes nine months for them to arrive. When I said that to my mama she just laughed. I told her the blackbird on the roof is having all of its children at the same time, and she said she wasn’t that unlucky.

I tried a peanut butter and honey sandwich the other day, you know, and I think Honey might be on to something.

You keep saying sincerely, Raven.Do you not want to tell me your name? I will keep asking.

Yours truly,

Robin

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Dear Robin,

I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. I know it’s been a while. I finally went to the sea; my mother took me. It was very windy, and the air tasted like salt and there were seagulls calling everywhere. I found seashells in lots of different shapes, and sand dollars too. I found you the perfect piece of sea glass; I will put it in the letter with a sand dollar, because I think you’d really like sand dollars. I learned that I don’t like wet sand, and that the ocean is very cold. There was a woman there with a little plastic bag, and she sprinkled some gray stuff into the water. There was a very old man with a cane and a younger man holding his arm. The old man couldn’t walk very well. The younger man looked very sad.

Robin, I’m sorry, I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t want to keep secrets from you anymore, but I still do.

You scared me, in your last letter, when you said you fell off your roof. It was a new feeling; I’m not used to fear like this, fear based in affection. I did not know what to do, so I ran away.

You called yourself my friend. You climbed onto your roof to see a bird’s nest I told you about. You keep asking for my name.

It’s funny, you know; I have been given so much attention in concept, but never in truth. I’ve never had anyone be so interested in me before.

And that’s the problem. Look what I’ve made you do. You fell off your roof because of a bird’s nest that I told you about. You say you were fine, but what if you weren’t? People don’t get close to me safely. There’s a reason I don’t have friends, Robin. But I want to keep talking to you. You’re my friend, but I don’t know how to be yours.

I don’t know what to do.

What does your mother say? Apparently she knows everything.

Sincerely,

Raven

P.S. Do you not know where babies come from?

My dearest Raven,

It was very nice to see your letter on my doorstep after all this time. I was worried when you did not respond. I wondered if I scared you, and then I told myself that was foolish because nothing scares you, but it seems I was wrong.

I didn’t think I was your first friend. I didn’t think you’d worry about me. That is new to me as well. My mom doesn’t usually worry because I don’t ever actually hurt myself, I just like to climb over things and under things and through things. I’ve never thought to be careful for the sake of someone else.

Apparently the concept of you is as new to me as I am to you.

I’ve been back on the roof many times since then and I haven’t fallen again. The eggs hatched, and now I can hear chirping outside my window. I took some of the broken pieces. I will give you the biggest one, because I think it’s a nice thing to have. Tell me if it matches your eyes.

I asked my mom how to do something when you have good reasons to be afraid to do it. She said if it will make me happy it will erase my fear.

You want to be a good friend to me? You’ve given me things that I already like more than my favorite dress. You are a different kind of person to me than anyone I know. You could only be a better friend if you give me your last secret. You say you can’t keep secrets from me anymore, and you still haven’t told me your name.

Yours forever,

Robin

P. S. I had my mom make the piece of sea glass into a necklace so I can wear it all the time. And you’re right, I do love the sand dollar. I promise I’ll never spend it.

Dearest Robin,

I saw one of you the other day. Did you know that robins are heralds of spring? Of new life? Somehow I feel like spring is your favorite season. Is that why you call yourself Robin?

Don’t ask for my last secret when you haven’t given me yours.

The eggshell piece was a very nice gift, thank you. It is a strangely beautiful thing that comes from such an ordinary and common bird. The color is very like my eyes, but it is too dark. Imagine that turquoise but lighter, and you’ve got it. You know, I’ve never asked you what color your eyes are.

I think your mother is right. But I don’t think the fear ever leaves you. Maybe that is why I hid things from you. Why I still do. I tell myself that it’s because you are just as guilty as I am, but maybe I am just making excuses. What do I have to lose in being honest with you?

Really, Robin. What will I lose?

Sincerely,

Raven

P. S. There was a bit of red on the sharp edges of the eggshell. Were you not careful?

Dear sly Raven,

What told you that I have secrets from you? Was I not the first to reach out? Was I not the first to write a letter?

I do really enjoy springtime. Especially when the cherry trees blossom and birds are singing every morning. The robins were my first friends, I think.

Thank you for the very clear image of your eyes. Now I can imagine your face when I write these words to you. I would wonder why we haven’t spoken in person, when only the street separates us, but I think we both already know.

My eyes are hazel, greener in the center. Does that surprise you? I was surprised to learn your eyes aren’t gray, or black.

With complete sincerity I tell you that you can be honest with me. We are not enemies, Raven. We are anything but strangers. We are friends. That is not a lie. I think you know perfectly well why I first called you Raven, and it is not because you are exactly how I pictured Annabel Lee.

Will I go first, or will you? I can help you out. You don’t have a mother, do you?

Yours still,

Robin

P. S. Yes, I cut my finger on the eggshell. It was sharper than I thought. Leave me alone.

Dear deceptive Robin,

How well you’ve come to know me. I honestly wonder what it was that made you write to me first. Very well, I will grant your wishes. I will comply with your whims, as has been the theme of our correspondence.

The robins were your first friends? I suppose that’s the one thing we have in common.

Your eyes do not surprise me. They suit you. I would eventually like to have this conversation in person, but alas it is not a perfect world.

You are right. I do not have a mother. I couldn’t have a mother. I live alone in my big old house because everything around me dies and I disguise myself as a child because it makes people less afraid of me. What is your excuse?

You are also right that we are far from strangers. We are enemies and partners, according to all the philosophers and the priests and the poets, all the p’s. They would have us wound each other and then take turns cleaning each other’s blood. Perhaps we were friends far sooner than we realized.

When did you realize? I’ve been here a long time. I remember when you moved in across the street. What took you so long?

My very last secret, I’ll give it up to you, even though you’ve promised me nothing in return.

I don’t have a name. Only the ones everybody knows me by.

Finally yours,

D ---

P. S. Annabel Lee? A girl after my own heart.

My dear philosophical friend,

We have more in common than birds.

I don’t know, I suppose I finally found the latest hidey-hole of yours and thought, why not get to know you better? We’ve been in it for the long haul, and it’s not going to end anytime soon.

Everything around you dies? Everything around me grows.

I know where babies come from; I wanted to see if you’d play along. Have to say though, I don’t have a dad, so I don’t know where my mom got the other half of that baby.

You turned out to be much more giving than I knew you to be. I have treasures now because of you.

Despite what you think, I have no secrets from you. You’ve cracked all my codes yourself. I never lied to you.

I don’t know why I truly thought you had a name. I don’t have one either! I like the ones we came up with for this. Could I keep calling you Raven? This is a game we could keep playing. When we grow up we’ll move to another little town and do it all over again. There’s a strangely satisfying longing in something fleeting.

Call me Robin, and I’ll call you Raven, and we’ll fly away together.

Eternally yours,

L ---Dear Robin,

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After Augusts' best friend , Charlie's dies, he is now take Charlie's old jod at the ever mysterious Estoria Hotel with his new coworkers, Chauncey and Stanford

The Backrooms is a very dangerous place, and the protagonist group belongs to the Abnormal Investigation Bureau. This time, it was sent to the back room to investigate. The name of the action plan: The Backrooms operation.

Date: 3478/12/8

Confidentiality Level: Confidential Action

Hazard level: death

Number of dispatched people: 9

Personnel Category: S-level Power Investigators of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau

Operation Team Leader: Lin Yao

Action plan: Can’t view

Carry-on items: hand crank, wind energy and solar flashlight ×9, charger × 10, abnormal investigation bureau winter uniform ×9, abnormal investigation bureau special quantum sword ×9, grain 10kg, 1L water 10 bottles

Mobile number: 172528538257358358368367378

Whether to allow ●●: Prohibited

Location of operation: ●●●

Identity of operational personnel: ●●●1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9

Age of operational personnel: 12 (all)

●● Personnel: Lin Yu Mo

Proceed ●●: Allow

Other adventure organisations: M. E. G

Remember: 3479/1/1/12:00:00, carry out the back room ●● action (●●●●●)

Regarding the Abnormal Investigation Bureau. you can go to another novel "Abnormal Investigation Bureau" to watch.

Dr. Kim, the school psychologist gifted with an extraordinary ability: he can read minds and feel others’ emotions, delving into the hidden struggles of students and teachers at a public school in Hong Kong. Beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect government-funded school lies a darker truth. The very systems meant to support its students are entangled in red tape, and the parents' and school committee stand as an unyielding wall against change.

With each passing day, the stakes grow higher. Can Dr. Kim break through the barriers erected by bureaucracy and apathy? Will he uncover the secrets that lie behind the smiles of his colleagues and students? Or will his quest for mental health advocacy be stifled by those who fear the truth?

In a world where mental health is an afterthought, Dr. Kim’s journey is fraught with challenges, revelations, and a mystery that threatens to unravel the very fabric of the school. Join him as he fights not just for funding, but for the souls hidden behind closed doors, in a tale where every thought holds power, and every feeling could change everything.

Victoria High, a school where 99 problems loom, but the quest for emotional wellness might just be the most daunting of all. Will you unlock the secrets alongside Dr. Kim?