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Ongoing Mystery and Romance Web Novels

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The Colour of Your Heart

Hell’s seven colours to rule Hell’s seven kingdoms. Red, Green, Grey, Blue, Yellow, White and Black. Satan, the ultimate lord and commander of all seven Kingdoms had made it so. No one remembered where the colours came from or when they last lived without them. It just became a way of life. The royal descendants, spawns of Satan, were born with the power to manipulate most Colours. Born with the power to submit most to their will. However, in order to ascend and become true Masters of Hell, they were to conquer all Colours and pass the final Test. No matter the cost. Over the years, Satan himself lost many of his own children to the Test, but it was the iron law. It could not be changed. There were some whispers. Predictions foretold. A rare human soul, joined with one of Satan’s children, would bring an end to his reign.

JeeChay · Romance · 8 ch

Under The Veil

Original ONGOING Portal Fantasy / IsekaiTime LoopUrban FantasyProgressionWar and MilitaryActionMysteryPsychologicalRomanceApocalypseDystopiaFirst ContactGender BenderHigh FantasyMagitechMale LeadMartial ArtsMythosReincarnationSteampunk Warning: This fiction contains: Graphic Violence Profanity Sensitive Content On the empty street, a lone figure walked. A black coat draped over a white shirt, stained in dark, uneven patches that had yet to dry. Black trousers followed the same muted tone, blending him into the night as though he belonged to it more than the world around him. His hair was black, unremarkable at a glance, yet his eyes—sharp, brown, and unwavering—carried a quiet weight. Not exhaustion of the body, but something deeper, something that had settled within him long before this moment. Blood marked his clothes. Fresh enough to glisten faintly beneath the dim light, yet old enough to cling stubbornly, refusing to fade. The road remained silent. No footsteps but his own disturbed the stillness. No distant engines, no whisper of wind—nothing. Only a single street lamp stood above, casting a weak, yellow glow that felt… insufficient, as though it illuminated less than it should, leaving parts of the world just slightly beyond reach. And in that dim light— Something about the scene felt incomplete. Then, without warning, the streetlight flickered. Once. Then twice. Then irregularly, as though something unseen had begun interfering with its rhythm. The shadows shifted with it—but not entirely in sync. A fraction too slow. A fraction too late. As if they were no longer bound perfectly to the objects that cast them. NOTE:- Please only read if you are ready to imagine the extreme gore and all types of mortal cruelty. Also available on Minkly.io in audio form

Phoenixfly_steller · Mystery · 7 ch