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[COMPLETED] She leaned down to look inside the well and sighed. Tucking back her hair behind her ear as the evening wind blew. "I told you not to be a curious cat," she scolded looking at the well to receive a small 'meow' from it. Her cat had stepped on the edge of the well no matter how many times she placed it back on the ground and as expected it fell inside it, "You know what I'm going to leave you here and get you once you reflect on what you did," she said firmly and heard her cat meowing non-stop as though it was asking for her forgiveness. Spotting a bucket with a rope around it she took it and lowered the object down carefully but the length fell short. The cat could get into it if it tried but it seemed to have different plans as it sat down. She leaned forward as she stood on her toes, making the bucket touch the cat. "A little more and you can provide the cat with your company," a voice said behind her, leading her to almost fall in if it weren't for the stranger's hands. "My my, what a troublesome girl," the owner of the hands around her waist said. Lillian was adopted by a demon couple and was happy with how her life was going on until an unfortunate incident. An incident that will pull her back to where she belongs. Juggling with her past and present will she survive the future?

The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death. As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me? Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else. The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me. The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death. My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear? Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story. Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat. * * * Cover art by me * * * We have a discord! Come say hi, chat with me and receive updates on status of my novels! https://discord.gg/2EFthae7XR * * * This story is my submission for the 2020 Webnovel Spirity Awards.

Hikaru Hiroaki, a big fan of Dark Souls. Even though he only played the first one, he still loved the entire trilogy because of the lore that Vaatividya kindly explained in his videos. But Hikaru's future was not bright, his mother works 2 jobs a day just to feed him and his 2 siblings. His father works at a construction site to pay their rent. That's why Hikaru didn't have enough time to play around, he works to save up for his college tuition. He is currently at the end of his high school life and he would enter college soon. But unfortunately, as he traverses through the road while the traffic lights were still red, a drunk driver riding a lamborghini ignored the red lights and hits him directly. He died instantly. He woke up in a place covered in white fogs, and an old voice spoke to him. "I shall give thou the power of Dark Souls, please use it wisely." ________________________________________________________________ Alright, I didn't plan this fanfic at all. I just daydream everyday and write what's inside my head. You may see some paragraphs that you are not able to understand and that's fine. Just report it to me and I'll fix it. Plot holes and plot armor, yeah, I have many of those in my fanfic. If you don't like plot holes and such, please don't read this. I don't like people just messing my ratings just because they don't like plot holes. Also, don't read this fanfic if you don't know Dark Souls, I promise you, you won't understand a thing about this fanfic. Don't write a review if you don't know what you are talking about, it's seriously messing up my rating and I'll have to delete it if it's really bad. Just criticize it in the review, write something that's asking the author to write better. Honestly, reviews that are trying to put the author down are just downright bad. Many people out there gave up writing just because of those reviews, please don't do that to other fanfics or novels out there. I feel sorry for the author. Anyway, thank you for giving your time in reading this. Enjoy the fanfic. Also, I accept people criticizing my fanfic since it helps me grow as a writer. You can do that. _______________ Also, before you post a review, please read at least to 50 chapters. If you don't like it, then you can criticize me for my really bad world building and character development. Trust me, I've had too many people stating that my MC is really bad, and they've only read like what, less than 10 chapters? I know I made too many mistakes in the early chapters, but you don't have to keep shoving it right into my face for god's sake.

Adrian Blake is a 60-year-old retired army vet. He lost his right leg in The Gulf War and unlike others loved his time as a soldier. But what did he get for it? A county that seems to hate his guts. He saved enough to live in his youth to spend his day. He spends it on anime and comics. Until he met her and his blood-filled adventure. (THIS IS A HAREM NOVEL)

The moment the entire Universe was devoured, everything changed. The Void barriers deprived of energy shattered and merged multiple Universes. Through the enormous accumulated energy, a new, pristine and infinitely large planet emerged. At the same time, the Souls of the Old, devoured Universe, received the opportunity to reincarnate, to change the inevitable fate of their first life! Would the path of the youngest reincarnation, Kyle, be the same as in his first, miserable life, or would he be able to emerge out of the ashes of his past life just like a Phoenix? Nobody knew for sure because his fate was not set in stone! However, what Kyle knew for sure, was that he had received a God-given opportunity to change something, to finally sense and start one of the major energies of the Universe. Finally, he could start cultivating! Follow the youngest reincarnation of the Old Souls, Kyle, on his journey through the pristine lands of the infinitely large planet, Shima, overcoming countless obstacles on his path towards unparalleled strength, with his Spirit Soul right next to him. ------------------------ This story is not an ordinary Cultivation story, you should definitely give it a try! ------------------------ Release rate 7 chapters/week+ extra chapters Wordcount per chapter around 2k~ -----------------------

Heed my call! O’ Dragon of Eternal Sin, the Progressive Disaster, the Forerunner, the Land of Eternal Peace, the Flames of Soul Burning, He Who Owns The Deep Soul, the Sound of Origin, the First Cause of All Things, the Principle of Circles… o’ great Negary, your servant calls for your return! Within the darkness, he was harmoniously chanting, he was smiling, as he knows he would finally become one with his God. And all of this started with a remnant soul that was deceived into travelling to a different world and had his Protagonist Aura stolen. P.S: There are no female lead in this novel Tags: Dead Protagonist, Dark, Horror, Supernatural Disclaimer: Novel contains vivid depiction of gore and other unsettling matters, reader discretion is advised (R15)

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense." An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist. Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation. After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate. Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

There are many universes. Each universe contained countless realms. Each realm contained several planets. Some planets have different races of humans containing different skin and hair colors, different magical creatures, or different types of Demi-Humans. Some planets specialized in martial arts training while other planets specialized in magic spells casting. In the World of Toria Continents, where all humans have blonde hair. Magic casters and Demi-Humans exist. Only one in every ten thousand people was born with an Elemental Soul, which helped them to be able to learn and cast magic spells. There are Fire, Ice, Thunder, Earth, Wind, Angelic, Demonic, and Conjurer Souls. One in every million people is born with a Twin Soul that allows them to learn Blood Magic and another type of magic of their choice, whether it is Fire, Ice, Thunder, Earth, Wind, Light, Black, or Conjuration Magic. However, the magic casters born with Twin Soul were forced to train Blood Magic if they wanted to level up in other Elemental Magic as well. Blood Magic required human blood for training. Animals' blood, magical creatures' blood, or the blood of Demi-humans can't be used. Toria Continents were once greatly suffered under an evil level 100 Saint-tier magic caster that used Blood and Fire Magics. The evil Saint-tier Blood Mage was defeated after a deadly battle between her and another two thousand Saint-tier magic casters. Over eighteen hundred Saint-tier Mages were lost in this battle but they later found out that they didn't actually defeat that Blood Mage because she somehow revived herself after being killed. The history book was written that evil Saint Blood Mage can create two extra versions of herself. As two versions were killed in the battle, the third version escaped and later revived the other two versions.

A man is transmigrated in Douluo Dalu 3 world with the powers of Okhwang from God of Highschool. First novel, please cut me some slack. Trying to improve.

"Make girls fall in love with you or accept your death." The female devil smiled through her crimson eyes and her white hairs shining under the moonlight. An introvert boy of 17 years old, who deemed love a questionable waste of emotions. And people who love each other as idiots and naïve for wasting their time and effort. Until that one unfortunate day, He involuntarily signed a contract with a devil from hell and his world turned upside down. And what the hell is this contract. (Pun unintended) ... Discord: lon_okami#9417 Join my Discord Server https://discord.gg/QXshWHNcxm