Philosophical series that are still updating.
The lilies are blooming. The tulips are waiting. The storm is brewing. The maze is expanding. The storm does not ask for permission. The maze does not reveal its exits. The storm does not sanitize. The maze does not simplify. The sanctuary of frequency has woken again. Shattering the glass of mundanity. Whose side are you on? Or have you been inside both but never noticed?
MansonFD7 · Slice Of Life · 16 ch
For thousands of years, the government lied, kept us hostage, and sold us unknowingly. Little did we know that these times would be the best for us all. The High-Bloods came through the firmament that veiled us in snow, and conquered everything. They shattered our false freedom, burned flesh from our bones, and feasted on us for sport. They enslaved us to be chained beyond Earth's soil—Hemorion, they call it their home. Now, we are forced into a society ruled by blood, where Kingdoms, slaves, and the deaths of beloved are as common as the light from Helios, one of their deities. Yet, whenever my eyelids close, I still see red—the light of us all stolen ... my brother’s and my own dying. But as my blood is red, my hope burns forever. I will kill them all. Note: this is a rewritten version of my already published first Volume, "Red Eclipse," of "Origins of Blood," and thus will be a revised edition with changes throughout the entire story, including prose, characters, worldbuilding, powersystem, and other elements.
Bloody_Potato · Action · 11 ch
In a city drowning in fire and silence, the Black does not simply kill. It waits. It watches. It feeds. When the revolution collapses and the streets of Bentiu run red, a group of children are left to navigate a world that has already decided their fate. Among them is a boy who still believes light can exist in a place that has forgotten the meaning of the word. Beside him walks a boy who has already looked into the abyss and accepted what stares back. Between them stands a girl whose strength is measured not in power, but in how much of herself she is willing to bury to keep the others breathing. As the city burns and the powerful rewrite morality in their own image, these children must confront a force older and hungrier than any war: the quiet, patient darkness that lives in every choice, every sacrifice, and every soul that refuses to look away.Some will try to carry the weight. Some will try to outrun it. Some will try to become it. And somewhere in the ruins, the Black is still listening.
HEAVENLYLARPER · Action · 22 ch
They call each other sisters. But in the dark, they share a language no one else understands. Elena Ves designs light and mirrors for a living-yet she can't escape the cracks in her own reflection. When Vera, the girl she grew up calling "sister," returns to New York, Elena is forced to confront the one truth she's spent years hiding: she's in love with the woman who shares her childhood-and her mother's table. What starts as a forbidden touch becomes a slow, aching dance of guilt, intimacy, and quiet devastation. But when a hidden letter from Vera's dead mother reveals a secret that changes everything, Elena must choose: the life she's built, or the woman she was never supposed to love.
P-zand · Romance · 3 ch