Mr. Grim Reaper doesn't smile [BL]

Based on George RR Martin's A Song of Ice & Fire series and Fire & Blood, this fan fiction tries to explore the tales of Brynden Rivers, infamously knows as Lord Bloodraven, the bastard son of King Aegon IV Targaryen & Lady Melissa Blackwood, Hand of The King who served the sons of King Daeron II Targaryen, and Lord Commander of The Night's Watch who'll be later disappeared to history and became the Three-Eyed Raven. All credits & copyrights to George RR Martin for the characters and the original stories, and this writer doesn't claim anything of Martin's works as his own, nor this fanfic should be considered semi-canon or canon.

Qian Zhaoguang crosses over into the era of Unrivaled Tang Sect. Not only is his innate soul power a mere level 1, but his martial soul is Light—an element everyone claims is only suited for a support role. Who says low innate soul power means you cannot become a powerhouse? Who says a Light-element martial soul is destined only for support? Allow me to shatter the shackles of this "bloodline determines everything" theory! You say God-King Tang San arbitrarily manipulates the lower realms to plunder their destiny? Wait until I fight my way up to the God Realm and overthrow that damn God-King!

Beatrice Da Ville was meant to be the villainess. Arrogant, cruel, and doomed to die. But when a 21st-century woman wakes up in her body, she refuses to meet that fate. Avoiding execution should have been simple: keep her head down, stay out of trouble, and let the story run its course. But the world refuses to let her disappear. The nobles are always whispering about her, the royal family won’t leave her alone, and worst of all—the cold, calculating Crown Prince keeps watching her like he knows she’s up to something. But the deeper she gets entangled in the kingdom’s growing tensions, the more she realizes something terrifying. This story was never just about the heroine and villainess. And if she’s not careful, she won’t just die. She’ll play right into the ending that was always meant for her. If the script won’t let her live, then she’ll just have to rewrite it herself.

The emaciated old man with an alien-like appearance grinned maliciously, while the young girl cried and howled. "Worm, worm, worm, worm, worm, worm..." Countless worms surged towards the girl like a tide, seemingly intent on devouring her completely. The girl instinctively closed her eyes and let out a desperate wail. "Someone... save me!" A breathtaking beam of light cut through the dimness, dispelling the girl's fear and the swarm of worms that filled her vision. Accompanied by a voice that was young but carried a hint of sunshine. "It's okay, I'm here. Big brother is here to protect you." The boy with purple hair and purple eyes held a scythe in his hand, blocking in front of the girl, and issued a declaration of death to the old man. "You deserve to die, Zouken Matou. No, Makiri Zolgen!" BONUS CHAPTER: 500 PS= 10 Chapter Advanced Chapter in: patreon.com/AbsoluteCode https://discord.gg/9zUZj5ksxM

The Predator stands alone, without a pack, territory, or any ties, and has the power to devastate several werewolf clans simultaneously. Even the Alphas tremble at the mention of this ruthless, heartless entity. A Predator is burdened with a curse—forever destined to be without a mate. Seconds before her pack is destroyed, Lilian learns that she is mated to the last living Predator, Daemon Pierre—the only man capable of igniting a storm of emotions within her. Lilian now faces a decisive choice: either embrace a mating with Darren and sacrifice the protection of her pack, leaving herself vulnerable to constant attacks from his enemies, or reject him and remain within the confines of pack safety, while hoping that the moon goddess will give her a second-chance mate. The power to choose her fate lies in her hands.

(Please make sure to read the note at the very bottom first.) The youngest and most feared admiral in world history—Ravien Duskbane. Renowned for his brilliance as much as his ruthlessness. To him, nothing matters except power, control, and victory. But one night, he falls asleep and never wakes up. At least, not in his own world. --- When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I felt was discomfort. Luxurious silk sheets. Gold-embroidered mirrors. Heavy velvet curtains. But that wasn’t what truly unsettled me. There was a large mirror in the corner of the room. And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me. Long, blood-red hair. Eyes of the same hue. This wasn’t my body. At first, I thought it was a dream. There could be no other explanation. But then—pain. A sharp, stabbing agony piercing through my skull. And with it, memories that did not belong to me flooded my mind. The Pendragon family. Noble blood. Yet a child seen as nothing but a stain. Nameless. A half-blood. A forgotten existence. Discarded at birth. Banished to a distant land. Erased from history. By the time the pain subsided, I understood the truth. This was the world of a novel I used to read whenever I was bored. The Dark Lands. And me? I was a mere extra. A nameless shadow never even mentioned in the story. At first, I was calm. But soon, the very existence of this body made me sick. Not from anger. Not from weakness. But from the sheer revulsion of being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. I reject this. This body does not belong to me. And I will never accept anything that isn’t mine. So I chose to die. Without hesitation, I moved. I drove my hand straight into my heart. But I didn’t die. My breath caught. I tried again. And again. Over and over. But every single time, my wounds healed. It didn’t take long to understand why. In this world, every person is born with a unique, unchanging Fate Ability. And this body's ability? "Flesh, Blood, and Bone." It regenerates endlessly. No matter how much I cut, slash, or tear myself apart—death is impossible. But there must be a way. Someone in this world must be able to kill me. And then, a name came to mind. The protagonist. Perhaps he could end me. Wait. No. I refuse to die like that. To perish at someone else's hands without a fight, without struggle… That is beneath me. I am not someone who sits around waiting for salvation. If I truly wish to die, then first, I must rise to the top. Dying without battling the strongest beings in this world would be a disgrace. So, I will start with power. First, this kingdom. Then the continent. Then the entire world. I will rule, conquer, and seize everything. If I can truly reach the peak—then the strongest will come for me. And only then will I find someone worthy enough to kill me. Could there be a more honorable death than that? ------ [General Content Warning – Please Read Before Proceeding] Dear reader, This novel touches on many shades of darkness. Throughout the story, you will encounter graphic violence, bodily distortions (body horror), psychological breakdown, unethical experiments, and scenes that push the limits of human nature. While everything is fictional, the writing may at times feel disturbingly realistic. Therefore, it may not be suitable for sensitive readers. If you decide to read the story, I kindly ask you to keep this warning in mind as you proceed. If you're ready to step into the darkness, welcome. --- (EXTRA TAGS: Gore, Body Horror, GodComplex, Corruption Arc, Psychological Horror, Dark Fantasy)

For ten years, Ethan Carter was cursed. No matter which club he coached, he never won a single match. The world called him “The Cursed Coach.” Fans ridiculed him. Players disrespected him. The media destroyed him. But on one fateful night, his Bundesliga team—the weakest in the league—was leading 1-0 against a footballing giant. Ninety minutes. One last chance. The biggest upset of the season. The final whistle blew. Victory. His first-ever win. The curse was broken. And then… his heart stopped. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in Germany anymore. He was in a run-down office with peeling wallpaper and a broken desk. His hands were thinner. His face was different. A small nameplate sat in front of him: Jake Wilson – Head Coach, Bradford FC (Fifth-Tier League) Before he could even process what had happened, a glowing screen appeared before his eyes. [Ding! The Coaching System Has Activated!] Now, armed with a system that grants real-time tactical analysis, scouting reports, player growth insights, and legendary tactics, Ethan—now Jake—has a second chance. From a forgotten, unknown club to the top of world football—can he use the system to become the greatest coach in history? He was once the most mocked coach in the world. Now, he will become unstoppable. Because this time… he refuses to lose. Disclaimer The Coaching System is a work of fiction. All characters, teams, events, and organizations depicted in this story are purely fictional or used fictitiously. While the novel is inspired by real-world football mechanics, tactics, and leagues, it does not represent any real-life football clubs, managers, or players.

A virus swept across the globe, turning the infected into grotesque, fast-moving, intelligent variants of zombies. Cities collapsed. Now, isolated factions and scavenger groups survive in ruins.

In a world shaped by gods among mortals, the Founding Family reigns supreme—beings of unfathomable power, capable of creation itself. At their peak stand Keth, Zillah, Maingan, Rex, and Mariah—warriors who could rival the strongest beings across existence. But absolute power is never without consequence. Centuries have passed since the once-mighty empire began to fracture. Rex’s descendants, weaker than their forebears due to human blood, seek forbidden ways to reclaim their lost strength. Some turn to dark rituals, while others create beings from objects, unaware that these creations will soon develop wills of their own. As rebellion brews within the nation built from Rex’s bloodline, a far greater shadow looms—Mariah’s four lost children, entities she created long ago, now return with their own ambitions. Meanwhile, Keth, imprisoned for 700 years, has become something beyond human comprehension, his return a slow-burning inevitability. Zillah, once living among men, carries secrets that could alter fate itself. And Queen Spadina, the enigmatic force working in the shadows, remains an unsolved mystery, her true power yet to be revealed. Yet, amid all the chaos, one force remains unknown—Mariah’s unborn child. Held within her for 700 years, his very existence defies time itself. A being neither fully formed nor yet awakened, he is the only one who may stand against the storm that looms over them all. But will he embrace his role in destiny, or will he too be consumed by the war of gods?