Memory Lost

There is one thing I have always been sure of. "If you make the wrong choice, then your life will be filled with dark clouds." Slandered, bullied, betrayed, threatened, is the hell that I always feel because I made the wrong choice. Words are "killing machines," and many people don't know that. "One word can destroy someone's life and one word can change someone." I even thought that sleeping is torture and waking up is the worst. In the past, I lost my temper and planned to kill myself. I like walking in an endless tunnel with emptiness and emptiness filling my heart. This is my broken story.

"I was born with a taboo bloodline , the heavens wanted me dead , the whole world was against me , I was alone ". Amon reminisced . The heavens deemed Amon a taboo because of his bloodline and he was hunted at birth . Lost his family , friends and master , young Amon who initially wanted to live an ordinary life and seek the path of immortality changed overnight. Since the heavens want me dead , I will shatter the heavens ! . Since the whole world is against me , then I will create a new era !. I will become that existence that will subvert the laws of the world . They called me a taboo , so I became an existence that surpassed a taboo . I became the primodial lord of chaos ! .

The god is dead, but its memory is hungry. Three thousand years ago, the god Tharos fell. Today, his fossilized remains—the Lorn Expanse—serve as the lifeblood of an empire. In the shadow of the Ribs of Lorn, the Empire of the Spine mines god-bone and harvests aetherich to power a civilization of brass and gears. But for those who toil in the dust, the cost of progress is madness. Kael is a survivor of the bone mines, forever changed by a catastrophic collapse in Chamber 19. While others died from the weight of divine essence, Kael woke with the "hum" in his blood. He now hears the frequencies of the dead god and tastes memories trapped in the dust—a gift that feels more like a slow-acting poison. He wants only to survive the grueling life of a scavenger, hiding the resonance that marks him as different. Everything changes when he encounters Ilara, a woman whose voice carries a power that shouldn't exist. She is a Vessel, capable of singing raw god-bone into life, and she is being hunted by the Empire’s mechanical enforcers. The Empire has spent centuries trying to stabilize divine energy, but Kael and Ilara represent something they cannot control: a living connection to a waking god. As the "Thrice-Born" prophecy stirs and the ground beneath the salt flats vibrates with a terrifying new rhythm, the two must flee toward the heart of the god’s corpse. In a world where technology is fueled by the sacred and bone-tech determines the hierarchy of man, Kael and Ilara must decide if they are the harbingers of a new era or the final echoes of a dying god's scream. GODGRAVE is a dark industrial fantasy that explores the intersection of faith, machinery, and the heavy price of remembering.

All that Jordan Rivers knew was that he was married to the granddaughter of a man he saved years ago. It was the old man’s plea as a way of rewarding Jordan for saving his life. He gifted him a wife. But soon after, the old man died, and life took a drastic turn for Jordan. Everyone turned against him. Including his wife. He became their servant. And then one day, the wife he had not touched for years approached him, claiming she was pregnant. But she decided to be honest. She had cheated on him with a guy in her class, and so, she asked for a divorce, and they ganged up and kicked Jordan out. While walking through the darkness, wondering where to go, he bumped into a gang assaulting a poor girl on the road. He decided to play hero, and he succeeded, but that left him in a critical state. He was bleeding terribly, and he blacked out. Weirdly, a ring he always wore absorbed the blood he was oozing, and strange memories started flooding his memory while he still lay unconscious - memories about his knowledge of martial arts, medicines, and the acknowledgment of the use of the power of the gods. He thought it was a dream, but he awoke with the same fresh memories lingering in his head. He sprung up from the ground with renewed energy. He scanned his body. Magically, all the blood had been sucked back into his body. All the wounds had closed up. He was scarless! Everything in him howled three things: him ascending the throne he deserved, taking revenge on all who bullied him, and unearthing the mysteries surrounding his family.

Gunther lost all his sense of dignity as a poor student. Losing his parents at a really young age, he can only rely on hard work and the support of his girlfriend to push through. But is seemed as though that was too hard to ask for. His foster mother was sick, and that same day, he caught his wife cheating on him after which he was eventually fired. Thinking that his life was as down to his peak. His life faces a sudden turn as he discovered that his father was still alive and he is now the owner of the biggest company in the whole city. With this newly acquired strength, he is ready to make a wave through out the city.

Damson Malcom is a struggling student burdened by working different part time jobs and running errands for his mates just to please his girlfriend on her birthday. However his heart got broken when he found out his girlfriend cheated on him. He also got treated as trash by everyone around him. He reached his lowest point, where all hope was lost, he got a phone call from his family as the next heir. He went from being the poorest in the school to the richest in the city. He then vowed to make sure everyone who made life hell for him bow at his feet.

“Death was mercy. The orb was not.” Bjorn never asked to be chosen—he only wanted to disappear. But when the broken, 21-year-old awakens in a prison shaped like a world and ruled by a faceless witch, he learns that even despair has a price. Here, pain is survival, sins divide the living, and mercy is the rarest lie of all. As Bjorn claws his way through a realm twisted by the seven deadly sins, he must decide whether to break… or to become something far worse. This story was born from nothing but a dream—no studio, no team, just a voice that refused to stay silent. If you’ve ever felt lost, unseen, or drowning in your own thoughts—this story is for you.

It's been two years since Staas first remember opening his eyes. He found himself surrounded by nature and a bunch of girls with the color of the ash tree. Nothing came to his mind about his past, where he is, or who they are. All he knew is that he’s different, and so does his body capability which those girls called beyond mortal capacity. One day he learns about his origin, which was connected to the creation of this world. Nature chose him. But to uncover the truth and retrieve his memories, he needs to recover things that have been lost, and unite them back onto him.

Christopher Maxwell is a young boy who lost both of his parents to an unknown phenomenon that distroyed the entire world the, and also cause living species to evolve. After listening to his father last wish and getting a strange ability, he decided to find the root of the distruction.... to his surprise the distruction was caused by some group of individuals that came from some where he know nothing about. Chris on the other hand had to find balance in the wastelands that the world had become so that the people wouldn't live in fear. he knew one day he would get to face those individuals and all he needs was to understand and level up his abilities.

When Mona, the Duke's only daughter, married Styles, he was nothing short of the man of her dreams. Tall, handsome and smart. All it took was one accident to change that. Styles lost not only his legs but his handsome face now all she had left was an ugly cripple she couldn't stand. So she enslaved him and moved on with her life. To crown it all, the sinfully gorgeous Emperor of Black Empire was asking for her hand. No woman would throw that away for a nobody rocking a wheelchair. Unknown to her, the ugly crippled man locked away in the servant's quarters might not be a nobody after all.