Ongoing Web Novels

In the subterranean metropolis of Yil-Olgur, silence is the only law that keeps the foundation from cracking. Deep within the exhaust conduits, sound-scrubber Temuroglu and his crew spend their shifts scraping sonic residue from the air vents. But lately, the pipes have begun singing back. An invasive, multi-voiced entity is nesting in the hollow infrastructure, whispering a rhythmic occult cadence that compels anyone who hears it to claw through their apartment walls. As entire residential tiers fall into synchronized delirium, Temuroglu, Saribek, and Altantay must navigate the darkening shafts to sever the city's acoustic conduits before the walls finish forming teeth.

In the industrial basin of Austvund, the sky pays out sulfur and the foundries run on fat, rendering, and deadening wages. Kjellmar, a blunt chemical mixer pulling twelve-hour shifts at a municipal tallow refinery, intends only to collect his pension and finally build a quiet greenhouse in the smog.

But Smokestack Seven is clogged. A massive stone beast has made a roost over the exhaust damper, threatening a deadly chemical backdraft onto the refinery floor, and the municipal guilds forbid Kjellmar’s crew from firing up the boilers. Using his biological quirk—synthesizing raw fats and his own sweat into complex airborne pheromones—Kjellmar brews a potent solvent meant to annoy the beast off the stack.

Instead, the pheromone array triggers the creature’s dormant nesting instincts. The gargoyle wakes, crashes through the skylights in an avalanche of basalt and iron, snatches the screaming Kjellmar from the catwalk, and drags him back up to the soot-covered rim of the smokestack—publicly declaring the deadpan chemist its eternal hearth-mate before the entire stunned morning shift. Now Kjellmar must survive his own chemical blunder, untangle a mythic courtship while dodging factory inspectors, and keep from getting fired before his pension clears.

Master orchardist Anikó Pándy knows every terraced rootstock in the Tisza Sun Basin by taste, scent, and grain. When corporate agriculture moves in to transform the valley into automated industrial farmland, regional director Vencel Gyurgyák expects a routine acquisition. Instead, he finds Anikó: stubborn, barefoot, and holding the legal irrigation valve that keeps his multimillion-euro venture dry. To sway her, Vencel is forced out of his executive bubble and into the dirt, discovering an earth-deep sensuality that shakes his ordered world. Amid baking valley heat, sticky fruit harvests, and midnight frost watches, their bitter standoff turns into a passionate entanglement neither can prune away.

Tarik-dar’s hands used to perform miracles. Now they traffic in agony.

In a kingdom where inherited pain is the only magic left—and the only currency that matters—the Ascendancy holds power by bleeding it from the desperate and hoarding it in the vaults. Tarik-dar once held prestige as a high-society healer, until the night he looked at the corrupt warlord bleeding out on his table, calculated the cost, and simply chose not to close the wound.

Stripped of his rank and indentured for his crime, Tarik is thrown into the grim, reeking workshops of Master Sorosh-ran, the kingdom’s most brilliant and venomous extractor of suffering. To survive, Tarik must learn to carve raw agony from the veins of the broken, refine it into power, and weaponize it without detonating himself.

He isn't fighting to redeem his soul. He’s fighting to tear out the foundation of the very system he once served—one vial, one stolen extraction hook, and one dead enforcer at a time.

Auden Rourke is a localized healer struggling to survive in a metropolis on the brink. When a sudden, system-enacted catastrophe obliterates his district and claims the life of Mavis—the one person he swore an oath to protect—Auden is fundamentally transformed. Reawakening to a harsh new LitRPG reality, he discovers that death is no longer the end, but a transaction: every respawn strips away a piece of his memory. Bound by his final promise to Mavis and haunted by a profound failure in his past, Auden refuses to stall. Forced to navigate a collapsed, brutal urban wasteland where rival survivors hoard territory, he must creatively weaponize his healing abilities to turn exhaustion and recovery into lethal tools. With every dangerous confrontation and calculated death, he trades his own history for the power to forge a safe haven. But as the system’s memory toll chips away at who he is, Auden must race to fulfill his broken oath before he forgets why he ever cared in the first place.

Forty years ago, the inner boundary of the Makrif-at Reserve was drawn in chain-link and rusted silence, sealing off a valley the government paid to forget. Today, the outer trails belong to oblivious tourists, but the closed zone belongs strictly to Tamir-at. He is the warden, the solitary caretaker, and the willing host to a territory that learns the shape of whatever dies in its soil. He guards the wild not from humanity, but humanity from the wild.

Then Fadila-im arrives. A newly assigned ecologist with sharp equipment, deep pockets, and an easy smile, she offers the resources Tamir-at desperately needs to patch an eroding perimeter. But her help demands access. Fadila-im isn't here to map the buffer zone; she is hunting for an extraction—a buried failure left behind by the architects of the forty-year quarantine. As the boundary wire strains and the valley’s true apex predator wakes to the scent of new ambition, survival for Tamir-at depends on the one thing he swore never to do: trust an ally trying to crack his cage open from the outside.

Every ten years, the massive tournament city eats itself. The architecture grinds to dust, the territory lines are erased, and power goes to whoever survives the rubble. It’s a literal meat-grinder of a society—and with the ruling bloodline abruptly dead, the current decennial rebuild has devolved into a blood-soaked, winner-takes-all succession war.

Ignacio isn't playing for the crown. He's a pragmatist, a street-level smuggler who pays his debts in bruises and leverage. He just wants to keep his crew breathing and his illegal trade routes open while the aristocrats slaughter each other above him. But in a city where the shifting masonry is as lethal as a blade, staying neutral gets you crushed.

Dragged into the deadly proxy wars, Ignacio has to climb the martial ladder the hardest way possible. No elite mentors, no chosen prophecies—just brutal physical discipline, weapons-grade extortion, and mastering the lethal resonant frequencies of the collapsing stone. Because in this city, cultivation isn't about meditating on a quiet peak. It's about tearing down the ceiling before it falls on you.

Keno has never held a blade, wielded a spell, or owned real leverage in his life. He survives on cold reads and desperate bluffs, dealing in words where others deal in blood. His latest contract requires him to slip inside the Keida Monastery and extract a captive named Chiyo. It should have been a suicide run; it is rapidly becoming something far worse.

Keida was not built as a sanctuary. It is a living tomb constructed around the Goshin—a submerged anomaly that is finally waking. As the relic stirs beneath the stone floors, the physical rules of the monastery begin to warp. Corridors stretch into endless shadow, the walls breathe with malice, and the zealous monks who hold the wards are losing their minds to paranoia. Trapped in a labyrinth that alters space, sound, and sanity, Keno must navigate a descending nightmare. When clever words fail against an entity that bends reality, he must discover what unbearable leverage he is willing to wager in a trap that will consume them all.

A plague province where the cure rots the host faster than the sickness, and everyone knows it. Toliman, a lock- and gatekeeper who knows every untracked route through the quarantine zones, has found one uninfected sanctuary beneath the city. But when the secret to keeping that sanctuary pure threatens to unravel, Toliman must decide what he will trade to keep the rot away, and who he will feed to the healers to do it. The price of survival is physical, the politics are corrupt, and the final reckoning demands blood.

In the Graafenhuis Circuit, blood is cheap but statistics are sacred. Every fighter's strength, agility, and stamina are public knowledge, projected for the crowds and the betting syndicates. Joost de Klerk is an archivist, charged with maintaining the immaculate ledgers of the dead. He believes that people are temporary, but records are eternal. When his closest associate is killed in a match that defies statistical probability, Joost discovers a hidden variable in the Circuit's perfect system. Bound by a promise to uncover the truth, he signs the wager contract himself, trading his archivist robes for the arena sand. Armed with nothing but an obsessive memory for historical fight patterns and a starting build everyone dismisses as a joke, Joost must outthink an ecosystem designed to bleed its competitors dry.

A thief who only steals to return what was lost is snowed in at a mountain sanctuary with her sworn enemy, a ruthless enforcer. They are bound together by an inheritance nobody wants, a deadly legacy that can only be unlocked if they endure the winter and each other. As the snow deepens, the line between hatred and dangerous attraction thins, but the past is hunting them both.

The landslide didn’t just bury the century-old trade route between three hostile kingdoms; it buried the established order. Now, the caravan road is cut off, and surviving the initial disaster is merely the first, bloody test. Faris-ran, desperate to shed the suffocating legacy of a legendary caravan master parent, must carve a new path through shattered terrain, highly caustic alkaline dust, and rising banditry. Faris finds an unexpected, invaluable local ally in an outcast whose knowledge of the fractured terrain borders on the miraculous. But the alliance hides a dangerous motive. The ruined road will demand every ounce of Faris's hard-won competence, a ruthless new pragmatism—and a price far worse than simply dying in the dust.

Leyla-tay knows every forgotten tunnel, rusted fire escape, and subterranean gate beneath the sprawling metropolis of Alta-tay. By day, she maintains the city's decaying locks; by night, she protects her family's failing subterranean restaurant from developers. When sharp-suited corporate consultant Ozan-bek is sent to find the physical flaws needed to shut the restaurant down, their clash ignites a dangerous game of cat and mouse through the city's hidden core. But beneath the concrete lies the truth of a catastrophic explosion that wrongfully imprisoned Leyla-tay’s father. To expose the real culprits, the gatekeeper and the closer must navigate the deadly back-alleys of the past and the present, before the city they both love crumbles on top of them.

They track the sky’s oldest echoes from an observatory built to outlast its inhabitants. But the signals have stopped being passive noise. They've started answering back—and they are charging a price.

Su Jianting, a bodyguard whose intellect sharpens exactly when a situation goes to hell, is paid to keep an aloof researcher breathing until their extraction date. It should be a ninety-day lockdown with tight rations and bad coffee. But the station doesn't run on electricity alone; it runs on the Binding Statute. It is an absolute, unbending rule of mathematical equity that demands equal measure for every action, emotion, and sound. Technically just. Practically monstrous.

When the signals translate their first cost and a technician is taken as equivalent exchange, Jian realizes the count is unbroken. They have seventy-two hours before the system demands the final structural settlement. Trapped with a skeleton crew, a vanishing timeline, and an unseen logic that enforces terrifying parity, Jian must outwit the station's architecture without triggering a response that prices them all out of existence. Every choice claims a terrible symmetry. Every silence is logged. And the sky refuses to shut up.

A tense jury sequestration. A looming deadline. For a professional translator isolated with a group of strangers, hearing too much is an occupational hazard. But when someone inside the closed room starts manipulating the outcome, silence is the only thing keeping the translator's hidden past safe. Decoding the growing danger means drawing closer to the threat—a risk that could expose the very secret they have been guarding their entire life. As the days tick down to a fatal verdict, survival hinges on outsmarting a calculating adversary without ever showing their hand to the rest of the jury.

In the sun-blasted caravan routes of the Gyarmath Basin, water is not merely currency—it is law. The Révész Syndicate, a ruthless cartel of distillers and warlords, controls every oasis and deep-well, strangling the desert traders and outlander settlements into compliance. István, a cold-eyed and brutally pragmatic bodyguard, plies his trade protecting the very merchants he despises. He is sharper than his clients, surviving by reading the silent language of desperation, debt, and the subtle shifts in power among the dunes.

When a catastrophic aquifer collapse obliterates the basin’s last independent water source in a single, devastating night, the delicate balance of the desert shatters. István’s current charge—a naive and idealistic scholar possessing the lost schematic for a deep-desert atmospheric collector—becomes the most valuable and hunted commodity in Gyarmath. To keep his client alive, István must navigate a collapsing society where survival means choosing between loyalty to his contract, the allure of monopolizing the new water source, and the terrifying reality that the Syndicate will burn the basin to ash before surrendering control. The trail ahead is paved with blood, broken oaths, and the creeping realization that the true power in the desert doesn't just drink the water—it bleeds it from those left behind.

Once a year, the tide of magic washes over the island of Oleria, rewriting the coastline and shifting the earth itself. Every survival depends on one resource: Emberglass, the only material capable of stabilizing the shifting ground long enough to build a home, plant a field, or draw a breath free from the churning chaos.

Vane doesn't mine Emberglass. He protects those who trade it. As a bodyguard to an ambitious but naive glass-merchant, Vane knows the rules of the island: stay alert, expect betrayal, and never trust a guild that claims to have your best interests at heart. The Cinder Cartel controls the glass, and through it, the safety of every city on the island.

But when a routine protection job turns deadly, Vane and his charge uncover a fracture in the Cartel’s absolute control—a hidden, unmapped vein of Emberglass that hasn't been claimed. Now, hunted by Cartel enforcers and the island's own chaotic storms, Vane must navigate shifting alliances and treacherous terrain, using his sharp mind and sharper blades to keep his charge alive and secure a future before the next tide washes them all away.

She knows every back road in the kingdom, but the one path she cannot map is the one out of the trials. Conscripted as an apprentice to a mentor whose methods are lethal and whose motives are entirely hidden, a long-haul courier with a failing heart must survive a brutal testing ground. Here, the kingdom's heirs do not rule—they compete, they bleed, and they die alongside commoners in service to the Engine, a terrifying machine that consumes more than just fuel to keep their borders safe. When a deadly rival heir becomes an agonizingly necessary partner, she realizes survival means feeding the very system that is killing her, or tearing it apart from the inside.

Oona Keltasen makes her living moving stolen goods beneath the frozen canals of Veistola, strictly refusing to transport weapons or human cargo. When she sabotages a run that violates her one rule, she accidentally intercepts an asset meant for the city’s collapsing syndicate. Instead of finding a buyer, she is brought before its new head, Taisto Härminen. Taisto has just received an inheritance nobody wanted: a crumbling criminal empire under siege from rival families and a legitimate shipping front that desperately needs a spouse to secure its vulnerable voting board. Instead of killing Oona, Taisto corners her into a marriage of survival, locking her inside his heavily fortified estate. Now Oona is trapped in a house surrounded by enemies, bound to a man whose obsession with her is as dangerous as the assassins at his gates. To survive the siege, she must use all her smuggling instincts to repel the threats outside, all while negotiating a deadly attraction to the captor who refuses to let her go.

Reese is the kind of professional who calculates extraction routes while everyone else is drinking. Hired to protect a mid-level fish-broker on the coastal city's docks, she expected union disputes and bruised egos. Instead, a returning trawler drifts in short-crewed, carrying cargo that shouldn't exist and a silence that infects the local authorities. The crew isn't just missing; they were removed, and the remaining men are terrified of something in their own hold. When Reese realizes her client is tied up in the exact smuggling route the trawler used, she has to step past her mandate to keep her target breathing. Someone is dredging up the city's old, buried founding crime, and they are using the fishing fleet to bring it ashore. With the body count rising among the port's insiders and the suspect list tightening around the people she thought she was working with, Reese must decide how much blood she is willing to ignore in the name of a paycheck.