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Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
CoffeePrincess · 140.2k Views

Transmigration of the Domain Bearer

Ronan died in a cult's basement with a dagger in his chest and no time for last words. He expected nothing after that. Instead he opened his eyes in a stranger's body, under a sky split by two suns. His name is Percy Valemont now. Broke tailor. And somewhere behind the locked doors of this city, an organization called the Union Law Syndicate hunts spirits that slip through the cracks between life and death , spirits sealed inside lemons, waiting for a full moon and a willing vessel. Percy becomes one of those vessels. Not entirely by choice. What follows is a life built on borrowed time: a sister who calls him "Brother" like she's known him her whole life, because she has just not this version of him. A girl across an impossible distance who talks to him through a wooden box, never knowing what she's really speaking to. A kindly old man at a counter who remembers everything and asks nothing. A neighbor who treats him like family without question. People who are slowly, quietly becoming his to lose. Because someone in this city has been waiting a long time for something they can't get back and they're willing to burn down everyone Percy has come to love to get it. He doesn't know who yet. He doesn't know how close they already are. All he knows is that the people standing next to him are the ones standing closest to the knife. And in this world, that's never an accident. warning : There will be violent and gore scenes which may not be for everyone. A slow paced story please Bare with me.
RandomElite · 62.2k Views

xaas

> "In a fractured universe called Shiora—scarred by the Elyka War—where even Shinrei fall, truths burn, and silence cuts deeper than any blade…" Nujah, once a nameless boy born in the darkest corner of a corrupted kingdom, was never meant to survive. His family was wealthy—but wealth only fed their cruelty. In a house full of shadows, Nujah locked his door each night, hiding in closets, reading in secret, praying the screams would end. Until the day he couldn’t take it anymore. Until the day she saved him. A young priestess—bright, kind, and fearless—found him on the edge of despair. She gave him warmth. Light. A reason to keep going. But when her voice rose against a noble’s corruption, Nujah's twisted family was ordered to silence her. What they didn't expect… was that Nujah would finally fight back. > That choice cost him everything—but it saved the young priestess who had once saved him. And it brought him to Naraka, the divine mother of Shiora, who saw his pain—and turned it into purpose. He trained. He bled. He rose. And in time… he became Shinrei—a son of the goddess herself. In the great Elyka War, Nujah stood at the edge of annihilation and chose to protect those who feared him. His sacrifice shaped the fate of Shiora—and left him broken beyond death. Now, hundreds of years later, Nujah awakens into a world he no longer knows. His memories shattered, his heart burdened, he walks a path stained with war and prophecy. The light he once carried flickers—threatened by ancient powers, cursed masks, and the return of the one he failed to protect. And in the shadows… she waits. Mitra. His daughter. His guilt. His enemy. “Even Shinrei must answer for the love they abandon.”
Blue_Birdy · 22.7k Views

Sundered Souls

From the age of four, Haruto has borne the weight of a life destined for sacrifice. During the Third Great Shinobi War, he lost both of his parents, and his infant younger brother perished alongside them, leaving young Haruto to face a world of shinobi clans, hidden powers, and political intrigue alone. At eight, he also lost his twin sister, and soon after, he and his twin brother were separated, forcing him to navigate a life filled with enemies, uncertainty, and betrayal. By twelve, Haruto is no ordinary boy. Haunted by past losses and thrust into deadly conflicts, he must survive relentless hunters, uncover the treachery of trusted leaders, and confront enemies that strike from both shadow and light. Alongside friends—and secret allies whose loyalty is tested to the extreme—he fights to restore peace while struggling with the heavy burden of responsibility no child should bear. Even as victories are won, dark forces stir. Hidden rebellions, ruthless political schemers, and mysterious powers from beyond the known world threaten everything he holds dear. With each mission, Haruto learns that true strength isn’t just skill—it’s the courage to protect those you love, even when the world seems determined to tear them away. As Haruto grows, so do the scale of his battles. Friends lost, secrets unraveling, and enemies waiting in every corner, he must prepare for a war that could change the very balance of his world—and discover the truth behind his own mysterious powers before it’s too late.
In_Official2 · 131.1k Views

THE SCARECROWS WHISPER

Title: The Scarecrow’s Whisper Genre: Psychological horror, supernatural, drama MC: Sarah, a lonely, neglected girl She’s ignored by her parents, bullied by Rose and Ella She draws her crush Kim Holly Williams She moves to a new home after heartbreak Finds comfort in a mysterious scarecrow in the field The scarecrow becomes her only friend… but then possessive, dangerous, and possibly alive Themes of childhood trauma, obsession, isolation, and madness You want it dark, emotional, mysterious --- Here’s a WSA-level synopsis draft: > “The Scarecrow’s Whisper” Sarah has always been invisible—brushed aside by her cold parents, mocked and tormented by cruel classmates, and ignored by the boy she secretly adores. But when one heartbreak too many drives her to the edge, her family relocates to a quiet countryside town in hopes of a fresh start. That’s where Sarah meets him. Tall, silent, and stitched in shadows, the scarecrow in the field becomes her only friend. His button eyes never blink, yet she swears he listens. His stitched mouth never moves, yet… she hears him whisper. As Sarah pours her secrets, sketches, and sorrow into the straw-stuffed stranger, strange things begin to happen. The bullies at school fall mysteriously silent. Her sketchbook pages turn darker. And the scarecrow? He’s always watching. Always waiting. But what begins as comfort soon turns into obsession. And love? Into something far more dangerous. Because some whispers are not imagined. And some monsters are born from the ones we try to love. A haunting tale of broken hearts, buried trauma, and a love that should never have been awakened. --- “Not every friend is imaginary.”
Raven107004 · 102.8k Views