In the beginning, there was only the Creator—a being of boundless light, whose very thoughts birthed dimensions, gods, and time itself. From His essence came the Twelve Dimensions, the cosmic realms where His children shaped life, warred for power, and dreamed of purpose. He was the source. He was existence.

But even the eternal can grow weary.

The Creator, infinite and omnipotent, longed for an end. Not out of despair—but out of completion. Yet He could not undo Himself, for to do so would unravel all that is. So He created Azrael, a being forged to bring about His end… and watched as even that divine purpose failed.

Eras passed. Civilizations rose and fell. Reapers harvested souls. The balance was maintained. But the Creator’s desire remained unchanged: to cease existing, to free all from the cycle of His will.

And so, He cast His gaze beyond gods and reapers… to a boy not yet born into legend. A boy named Aristo.

Unaware of his cosmic importance, Aristo would rise from the ashes of obscurity. He would not wield divine blades or command armies—at first. But he would carry within him something no being ever had: the power to end existence without unmaking it.

This is not merely the tale of gods or demons.

This is the story of Aristo—the boy destined to fulfill the Creator's finally

This isn't a copied work , but an original story by me

The end

The Backrooms is a very dangerous place, and the protagonist group belongs to the Abnormal Investigation Bureau. This time, it was sent to the back room to investigate. The name of the action plan: The Backrooms operation.

Date: 3478/12/8

Confidentiality Level: Confidential Action

Hazard level: death

Number of dispatched people: 9

Personnel Category: S-level Power Investigators of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau

Operation Team Leader: Lander

Action plan: Can’t view

Carry-on items: hand-crank, wind energy and solar flashlight ×9, charger × 10, abnormal investigation bureau winter uniform ×9, abnormal investigation bureau special quantum sword ×9, grain 10kg, 1L water 10 bottles

Mobile number: 172528538257358358368367378

Whether to allow ●●: Prohibited

Location of operation: ●●●

Identity of operational personnel: ●●●1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9

Age of operational personnel: 12 (all)

●● Personnel: Lin Yu Mo

Proceed ●●: Allow

Other adventure organisations: M. E. G

Remember: 3479/1/1/12:00:00, carry out the Backrooms ●● action (●●●●●)

Regarding the Abnormal Investigation Bureau. you can go to another novel "Abnormal Investigation Bureau" to read.

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The year is 1900 BC. The place, Sodom and Gomorrah.Molech wants to rebuild the Tower of Babel. If his nefarious bill passes, the nephilim would be able to storm Heaven, and retake the spiritual power that was lost when Satan fell.Karheri is a disillusioned prophet, returning from a pilgrimage that didn't go according to plan. In her quest to overcome her trauma, she'll need to use her prophetic gifts as an oracle, and find a new patron to support her and her aging mentor.Lot is a merchant, and honors God in all he does. His wife grew up in the capital, however, and longs for a life of excitement and influence. As they both chase the desires of their hearts, they find themselves walking down opposing paths.Unbeknownst to all, Heaven is watching, and their destinies are intertwined. In the background, quietly, smoke is rising from a volcano preparing to erupt.For The Sake Of Ten Men is a gripping retelling of the Biblical account that addresses the accepted moral depravity of society, the different ways that God speaks to people at all levels of relationship, and the evil that prevails when good men do nothing.

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"What... The fuck..."

The idea for the Luke Obsidian Series sparked from a late-night thought: what if the supernatural wasn't glamorous, but a source of deep-seated family obligation and personal conflict? "Luke Obsidian and the First Blood," which I started writing on May 5th, 2025, explores this tension through the eyes of seventeen-year-old Luke, a reluctant Oathbearer caught between a world he resents and a terrifying mystery that threatens everything he knows. Get ready for secrets, mythical creatures, and a whole lot of reluctant heroism!

For seventeen-year-old Luke Obsidian, the world is divided: the Supernatural, blessed (or cursed) with divine gifts, and the untouched, ordinary humans he can barely tolerate – especially Jasper Greco, his sister's best friend. But when a chilling series of blood-drained bodies surfaces, Luke's immediate suspicion falls on a dangerous cult. As his family gets drawn into a terrifying mystery, long-held secrets begin to unravel, forcing Luke to confront his prejudices and a threat far older and more powerful than he could have imagined. With his siblings' unique powers and the enigmatic help of a lazy warlock, Luke must navigate a world teeming with mythical creatures and ancient grudges, all while trying to understand the true cost of his own divine gift.

Kumiko and Alena are two orphans living through a gruelling war. There is grinding poverty, constant bombings, and looming soldiers. Kumiko wants to keep his younger sister safe from the war around them. But will he sacrifice his sister's heart in order to do so?

A thirty something man seeks to get over his lifelong fear of heights and deep water by conquering them at an isolated resort.

When Avery - Becks - Beckett returns to England for the reading of a mysterious will, she never expects to uncover a legacy of ancient bloodlines and forbidden truths. As secrets buried for centuries begin to surface, Becks finds herself caught between the wife she adores, the childhood friend she never stopped loving, and a blood-bond attraction she can't control.

Some revelations, once unveiled, demand the highest price. Will Becks be able to protect the people she loves, or will she fall prey to the ancient rulers who've controlled humanity for millennia?

Come with me to find out who this trader is and what happens to me next

Oceana More had been a vampire for almost three hundred and fifty years along with her parents, Cameron More and Pierce More, who had been turned on the same day. The turning process was torture. To turn, your body and soul had to be brought to the brink of death. The vampire who was turning the human had to stab them and let them bleed until there was almost nothing left, then they have to bite on a vein and inject a small dose of their poison, then they would lick the stab wound closed to stop the bleeding. After this procedure you would be stuck in a kind of limbo neither human, fledgling, or vampire. Stuck between death and the undead. If your body and mind are strong enough you will become a fledgling. Which is what I was. Now I’m a vampire. You know how vampires supposedly don’t have a heart that beats? Well that myth is wrong. Why do you think you have to drive a stake through our hearts? Our heart beats, just really slowly because we don’t have much blood left to pump. Remember when I told you that the blood had to be drained until there was almost nothing left? That’s the reason why our heart beats so slowly. I have a long term girlfriend of three years who’s still human because I’m scared of losing her. Her name is Melody Carlyle. Melody is everything I could ever ask for. She’s sweet, smart, funny, and hot. She has onyx black hair, dark gray eyes, rosebud lips, porcelain skin, and a smile that could kill if used right. She was perfect in every aspect of the word. Me on the other hand, I had blood red hair, tan skin, light gray eyes, and a smirk that was guarded. Then my parents were murdered in their bed, their throats slit. I was distraught relying on Melody to keep me from collapsing.

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"Amina has always heard the whispers about the river-how its songs lure the unwary, how its depths hide ancient hunger. But when the melody calls *her* name, she realizes the legends are terrifyingly real.**

Seventeen and sharp-witted, Amina fights to focus on her studies while her father arranges her marriage to a wealthy suitor with secrets of his own. But darker forces are at play: women vanish at night, a mysterious old man gifts her a cursed talisman, and her once-youthful grandmother withers by the day-desperate to reclaim her beauty by any means necessary.

As Mami Wata's haunting song tightens its grip, Amina must unravel a web of family betrayal and supernatural bargains before the river claims her soul.

A spine-chilling blend of Nigerian folklore and psychological horror, this tale will make you question every shadow, every whisper... and every kindness from those you trust most.