Mauritany_DL

When Tristan and his folks move to the mansion of his late grand parents, they were hoping for a fresh start. Especially Tristan himself, having gotten a sigma makeover in recent time. But the house holds its secrets, fourteen doors daring to claim possible an impossible wish, whispering in the ear of all who would dare listen. As Tristan navigates the twisted halls, he encounters unbelievable things some would call eldritch, beings beyond what he once knew to be all there was and places forgotten by all but their creator. Could he get his wish, whatever it may be, and come out alive to tell the tale- Could he even escape?- None knew in the end. As mystical texts floated though air, holding ancient secrets. As unknown personages made their appearance, revealing false truths. As the very fabric of reality seemed to falter in a journey to make the impossible possible, however unlikely it be in the end. Would Tristan maintain his beliefs and hold true to himself? Would the already strained family bonds break apart, or would they be forged anew in chaotic flames. How far would you go? 'As far as the abyss can take me.' - Sigma Trish, 15/08/2024. ----- Hi, it's me, author man. As you can see; this is a fanfiction. Of what novel? well; 'Evil is out', a horror novel. I made this novel because of a joke about 'Sigma Trish', go read over there if you want to find the inspiration / background from what I'm writing this. It's sort of a flex of old comedy writing from my fanfic days and an honest attempt to show what real horror novels should be like. ...It'll also have sigma male energy, or at least attempts at it from sigma trish. *note: If you go read the original, if you actually want a chance of being scared, don't look at the comments, I've left my mark.

Seraph appeared in a weird city that seemed familiar, then he realized he was in a place with gods among men. It was that multi-media anime thing he did for his brother like a month ago! He set on a journey with his system that kept telling him to rest, on a quest to exterminate the dungeon, wasting as little time as possible. -There's no upload scedule, they'll just come out whenever I get a new chapter ready.

In the world of Harcanos, there is a man who just recieved his class. One forbidden by those upstairs; a Necromancer. Beyern, no last name, will now use this class and his talent, long left buried, to catch up, and even surpass, those with a head-start, squeezing every drop of talent he can. ---- Talented necromancer is the story of Beyern, now please note, I did not say; ‘Beyern and friends’. This is about ‘Beyern’, and him alone, no matter if he has friends or slaves. The journey of Beyern is not over the flick of a switch, it’s not that one day he’s the loser on everyone’s mind, the next he’s the most powerful person to ever live. Basically; ‘This is progression fantasy, but with only a small pinch of litrpg’ -Due to irl time constraints, this novel is currently paused.

This is a collection of drafts that I don't find good enough for a standalone title, and because I have so many of them, I'm posting them in this 'Book'. If you like one, good for you. If you don't, I didn't like them that much. I'm honestly not that certain about grammar problems, but it should get better with the later stories. I put it as 'Fantasy' because most of my titles are fantasy anyways.

This is the story of pre-amnesia doctor from arknights, in the told in a short story, akin to a fairytale. Though do not expect accuracy in a lore aspect, since I watched like two lore videos and took some liberties. Expect some rhymes, but not only rhymes.

Herhail, an orphan in the slums, got really lucky, extremely so. Though he didn't know it precisely, he took the chance because of the signs telling him it was of high quality. As such, the story had begun.

Nathan Hunt, orpah and entrepreneur. Who never knew his parents, and never cared to look for them. Died and reincarnated, where? You already know that.