Ongoing Web Novels

Estela Quintero can hear the secret music in every pebble, using her piezoelectric empathy to tune soothing singing fountains for public plazas across the Cordillera League. When four canyon republics request harmonious water installations to ease cross-border tensions before the Carnival of Concord, Estela loads her heavy acoustic stones into an electric hauler. Her driver is Baldomero, a seven-foot granite gargoyle stonemason who looks like an ancient siege weapon but handles fragile teacups with agonizing terror. As they navigate dizzying canyon bridges and terraced cliff towns, Baldomero chisels stone basins while Estela tunes the water's calming chords. Between roadside flatbreads and cozy campfire tune-ups, Estela chips past Baldomero’s rocky shyness. Bringing harmony to six nervous border nations is daunting, but helping a gentle gargoyle realize he is worthy of love makes every mile worthwhile.

A disgraced military surveyor armed with contraband tools measures the impenetrable walls of the Qiziltay Line—and discovers they are shrinking.

For three centuries, the border garrisons have guarded the interior from the deep wastes. They say the stone is holy. They say the architecture is flawless.

Tarik-oglu knows they are lying. Exiled to the furthest reach of the border forts, he maps what the commanders demand stay hidden. His plumb lines catch what the eye misses: millimeter shifts in the earth, load-bearing pillars ground to hollow shells, and the slow, creeping necrosis of an ancient contamination. The rot is not a siege from the outside. It is a structural affliction altering the garrison troops from within, rewriting their loyalties and compelling them to quietly dismantle the fortress piece by piece in the dark.

When the anomaly bleeds into his own sector, Tarik must race to chart the spread of the corruption before the high command seals the sector doors to bury the truth permanently. Every measurement he takes costs him leverage; every hidden route he maps paints a target on his back. In a fortress where the doctrine is absolute, discovering the fatal flaw means fighting the very stone meant to keep them safe.

When anchored powder-barges in the fog-draped harbor of Ha'amene begin detonating without fire or smoke, leaving shattered victims embedded with fine mirror fragments, a meticulous beacon lens-grinder, a quirky powder-mill cooper, and a sharp-eyed harbor signal-officer must track down an optical sniper before the city's main magazine is ignited. As the military governor wrongfully targets civilian fishing sloops, Kiri'ata, Paora, and Teuira race against the sun to calculate the true angles of death in a fair-play mystery bound by the strict laws of focal distortion and solar geometry.

On the continent of Tolna-Karcag, death leaves behind something far colder than rotting flesh. When soldiers fall beneath photolytic shellfire, their dying agony stains the reactive atmosphere, leaving upright, pitch-black silhouettes that drain warmth from the frozen earth and petrify entire valleys into silent stone. Dorottya Illyési is an incinerator-herald, wielding a heavy brass thermite lance to vaporize these uncanny shadow-hulls before the trench front freezes solid. But as three coal-starved continental leagues clash over dwindling fuel reserves, Dorottya uncovers an atrocity behind her own line: her army's marshals are systematically executing captured enemy battalions to erect freezing defensive walls of shadow-corpses and farm expendable phantoms. Trapped between an enemy counter-offensive and her high command's monstrous industrial slaughter, Dorottya must turn her lance against her own army's depot before the creeping frost swallows every living breath.

Five miles down, the sunless city of Batu Deep breathes through iron pipes. Steam compressors roar on the surface, feeding the pneumatic drills that chew limestone for a greedy empire. Drill Boss Lana doesn't care about imperial ledgers; she just wants to keep her union crew alive through another grueling, bone-rattling shift. But when her drill bit cracks open a pitch-black geode, she doesn't hit stone—she hits something that shrieks back.

An armored, rock-swimming horror tears out of the earth, its ultrasonic cries liquefying load-bearing limestone pillars into rivers of deadly gravel. As five-hundred-ton boulders rain into the streets, tightly-wound company foreman Budi scrambles to save his precious machines and exhausted marshal Rian battles frantic riots in the dark. With eccentric occult scholar Dewi mapping the beast's deliberate path of destruction, Lana must turn the tools of her grim trade into weapons. If she cannot vent the pneumatic network and shatter the entity with perfectly tuned harmonic charges, the cavern's ceiling will collapse, burying forty thousand screaming souls under an ocean of crushed rock.

In the foundry city of Hazor-Mor, bronze is the measure of power, cast into church bells and naval broadsides. Tamarath is the most skilled founder in the yard, quietly pouring heresy into every cannon she casts for the tyrannical High Patriarch. Enter Kelalim, a provost marshal whose name clears the taverns and whose firing squads never miss. When Kelalim takes command of her casting pits, Tamarath knows one mistake means the scaffold. Yet Kelalim sees through her defiant mask and finds an obsession he cannot extinguish. Surrounded by roaring furnaces and impending naval war, their lethal game of cat-and-mouse turns into an uncontrollable, dangerous desire.

Two years ago, medical translator Sabina Valero walked out on her hospital rotation and the man who trained her. Now she’s back on the same ward, forced into proximity with Mateo Corazón, the brilliant, infuriating resident who expects excellence and remembers every mistake she ever made. They’re stuck together on a complex case involving an unwanted medical inheritance—a rare genetic condition that no one wants to take responsibility for. Sabina can interpret the clinical terminology, but she also hears the family secrets they try to keep out of the charts. As they dig into a case that threatens a patient's life, Sabina and Mateo must navigate their shared past, professional friction, and undeniable attraction. The hospital walls are thin, the stakes are lethal, and the hardest thing to translate might be the space between them.

Deep in the impassable Parnassos Mountains lies Katerinia, a sanctuary city built for those who have nowhere else to flee. Its survival rests in the hands of its Lock-Ward, a woman who knows its subterranean gates and hidden paths better than anyone. When an early, catastrophic winter seals the pass, she finds herself trapped alongside the man who condemned her mentor to die. He claims he did it to preserve the sanctuary; she knows it was a calculated murder disguised as justice.

He holds the political authority and commands the upper city. She controls the keys and regulates what stays alive in the deepening dark. What begins as a bitter siege of mirrored sabotage and secret moves gradually binds them to the same desperate end. To keep Katerinia from plunging into chaos, they will have to rely on each other’s unique leverage. The line between sworn adversaries blurs under the pressure of isolation, shifting loyalty, and the lethal cold, driving them toward a climactic choice before the spring thaw brings reckoning from the outside world.

Fiadhuin is a werewolf born to run the coastal fog, but she was never supposed to run alone. Stripped of her pack and publicly rejected by her fated mate, Lorcuin—heir to the ruling Tonnaragh werewolf pack—she carved out a brutal, solitary life on the night docks, tracking feral rogues for coin. But when a territorial war threatens to drown the harbor in blood, Lorcuin is forced to seek out the one wolf who knows the smuggling routes well enough to stop the slaughter. Fiadhuin demands a high price for out-hunting the rival alphas, refusing to yield to the man who broke her. Yet, as they are thrust back together in the shadows of the cannery courts, the suppressed mate bond begins to violently reawaken, proving that a rejected claim never truly dies.

In the verdant highland valleys of the Oued-Bara Confederation, peace rests on shared summer pastures and the steady rhythms of the cheese press. Stout, genial cellar-master Mounkoro Danzoui desires nothing more than cool limestone vaults, the honest crusting of goat milk rinds, and the peaceful company of his stubborn donkey, Gazelle. But when Mounkoro steps up to split the five-hundred-pound champion cheese wheel at the annual Solstice banquet, his iron wire strikes solid metal: the sacred silver chalice of the neighboring valley, encased in pristine cured curd. With rival canton herders reaching for stave clubs and an innocent young herdsman facing exile, Mounkoro must rely on pure cheese science—spore blooming patterns, brine penetration, milk fat ratios, and chisel marks on wooden presses—to prove the crime occurred miles away in an abandoned mountain vault. Each 8-chapter investigation brings a cozy community puzzle, fair-play forensic deductions, and the unraveling of a conspiracy threatening generations of highland peace.

In the cyclopean canyon fortress of Raunalt-Vesi, survival is forged in toxic arsenic and molten bronze. The citadel's basalt ramparts hold the line against an unyielding mountain blockade only because four great foundry bastions cast gravity-inverting war-bronze, capable of snapping siege towers and hurling boulders into the clouds. But the mountain mines have fallen silent, and the fortress is suffocating behind sealed gates as the last stocks of arsenic ore run out. When emerald smelting smoke blankets the canyon streets, four commanders from warring foundry castes collide in an escalating bloodbath for the final crucible ingots. Pike-Marshal Joukalt fights to stop his own starving garrison from butchering the populace for scrap metal; Vappuinen, an outcast gutter scavenger, scours the boiling slag flues for forgotten wealth; the foundry matriarch Annukalt barricades her bastion to starve out her rivals; and Terhenen, a ruthless foreign mercenary captain, leads mutinous auxiliaries to seize the inversion armories by force. Whoever controls the arsenic dictates who breathes and who burns; whoever fails will be cast down into the scalding slag pits below.

Alvaro Salgado is the stubborn, fiercely loyal fixer for his family’s struggling trade house on the borderlands. It’s a bad day when negotiations go south; it’s a worse day when getting out of a bad deal means binding his life to an unread contract with Severo Macias—a ruthless arbiter with a terrifying reputation and motives no one can guess.

Now Alvaro is locked into a deadly apprenticeship on a frontier where reality itself is tearing at the seams. Two incompatible realities—the rigid, predictable Códice System and the wild, chaotic Raíz System—are bleeding into each other. Surviving Severo's graded, brutal trials means Alvaro must step into the overlap, intentionally crossing the wires of both Systems. Every glitch he exploits grants him an edge, a new mutation, a piece of raw power nobody else possesses. But tearing reality apart to win carries a cost, and his mentor is watching every move. He’s going to have to balance both ledgers before the Systems, or Severo, balance him permanently.

The space elevator cable snapped forty years ago, leaving the Gök-Minaret stranded like a colossal needle in a sea of alkaline sand. Inside its two-kilometer hollow core, Mergentay tends the great prisms. Powered by near-future quantum optics, the spire's mirrors project the weather of lost centuries—drifting cloud banks, humid mists, and soft autumn showers that fall through the empty passenger galleries. But the mirage is no longer an illusion. Real, freezing water is gathering in the lower decks, threatening to submerge the power relays that keep the mirrors turning. Mergentay must navigate the flooded monument to save the only rain left in the world before his tower becomes its own tomb.

In the sun-bleached marble city of Marfilena, power is chiseled into living flesh. The city's game-like System grades every citizen on Harmonic Density—a divine measure of bodily balance, striking durability, and sculptural alignment honed in sunlit bathhouses and scented sand arenas. But invulnerability comes at a treacherous cost: when pride or isolation hardens muscle beyond suppleness, stone-skin turns brittle, threatening catastrophic petrification.

Casimiro Sanchiz reigns as the unbeaten sand-wrestler of the lower tiers, yet his relentless defense has brought him to a suffocating plateau. His flesh is turning to rigid granite, and his notifications blare with humiliating suppleness penalties. To survive the upcoming Pan-Athletic Games, he needs Paloma Giraldez, an unorthodox stone-sculptor whose artisan touch can unlock dormant stat nodes through therapeutic unguents, and Beatriz Valenzuela, a sharp-witted sun-singer whose sacred hymns harmonize bodily resonance.

As ancient tremors rattle Marfilena's subterranean foundations, the ruling oligarchs announce that only a tri-part champion team can channel divine masonry into the failing bedrock. To win the Pan-Athletic Crown and stabilize their sinking home, the three must strip away their defenses, confront the vulnerabilities of flesh and heart, and master an art where touch is survival and intimacy is the ultimate weapon.

For three hundred years, the Housen Grounds have held back a withering, flesh-eating fog known as the Shigai. The only thing keeping it contained is a blood-bound occupancy: two descendants must live within its rotting walls every night, or the bounds break.

Kiyomi walked away from the Meisho Cordon’s military ranks rather than feed innocent lives to their war machine. Branded a coward and a deserter, she has nowhere left to run when she is dragged to the Housen Grounds to serve as a replacement occupant. There, she meets Naoto—a rigid, arrogant loyalist of the very Cordon she despises, sworn to uphold the rules even as the estate tries to kill them both.

Tethered together in a haunted manor, they have to survive the Shigai’s nightly horrors and fulfill the Cordon's impossible demands. But as Kiyomi begins to use her unsanctioned combat tactics to carve out a foothold in the estate, the two bitter rivals realize the curse isn't a natural disaster. The institution they are desperately holding together might be the very thing that wants them dead.

In the metaphysical border town of Suna, things slip across the veil every day—sometimes memories, sometimes people, sometimes cursed relics. Tani is a thief with a strict code: she only steals to return what was wrongfully taken across the crossing. When a high-stakes commission forces her to assemble a crew and break into the vault of the town's most dangerous syndicate boss, her path collides with Liko, a lethal border-warder whose job is to keep both worlds separate. Neither can afford to lose, but their escalating rivalry uncovers a conspiracy that threatens to tear the border wide open. To save her town, Tani must pull off the heist of a lifetime, trusting the one man paid to hunt her down.

Dar-e-Karkheh is a prehistoric marvel: a sprawling fortress-city built entirely within the intertwined, fossilized skeletons of thirty colossal leviathans. Farhad-dar is a nimble bone-carver and rogue who races across the spinal catwalks, carving live runes into his daggers to farm the System’s kinetic skill trees while dodging patrols. Niloufar-shah is the elite captain of the Ivory Guard, armed with a mammoth-tusk shield and sworn to crush any infiltrator who threatens the city’s skeletal foundations.

When a seismic tremor activates the System’s Leviathan Siege, the entire metropolis divides into a high-stakes territory war for the central Marrow Heart. Forced onto opposite sides of a deadly factional conflict, Farhad-dar and Niloufar-shah must duel across swinging bone-bridges and hollow vertebrae. Magic in this world demands constant motion; standing still means losing the charge. To survive the factional siege, both champions must carve their way to victory before the ancestral bones collapse beneath them.

Ishbel Vranagh has spent six years turning other people's words into safety — for touring musicians who don't speak the local language, for hosts who don't understand why an orchestra needs three encores and a hot meal by nine, for a Maestro who found her at a rail platform with nothing and never once asked why. She's the best interpreter in her profession because she hears everything: the lie under the compliment, the threat under the toast, the tremor in a voice trying not to shake. It's a gift. It's also the reason she has never let anyone hear her all the way back.

When the touring orchestra's new manager arrives to clean up a scandal his predecessor left behind, Ishbel expects another suit who'll last a season and go home. Brogan Dunmuir isn't going anywhere. He reads contracts twice, asks the questions no one else bothers to ask, and within a week he's noticed what six years of easier men never did: her papers don't quite add up.

She needs him to stop looking. He needs her to stop hiding — because the tour's opening night depends on the one skill only she has, and the city they're about to play has a custom of putting its guests' honesty on public, unscripted display.

Station by station, the tour will carry them somewhere Ishbel swore she'd never go again. But first, she has to get through the first stop without either of them finding out how much the other already suspects.

Directing supersonic passenger shuttles across three solar systems takes iron nerves and micro-telekinetic precision, and Marimat is the best in the terminal. But her shift goes to hell when Shadimat crashes through her control tower window. Golden-skinned, deadly, and radiating scorching heat, Shadimat is a solar-vampire on the run from corrupt security syndicates. Trapped together during a total starport lockdown, Shadimat's internal solar furnace threatens to incinerate him unless he grounds his searing bio-heat against human skin. Marimat's telekinesis can cool his burns, but every touch unleashes an intoxicating wave of psychic euphoria that blurs the line between hostage and lover. When the sun sets, staying alive means surrendering to the heat.

Tan Boyan has two rules: keep the engine running, and never let the refrigerated terrariums get above sixteen degrees Celsius. Breaking the second rule means two dozen rare, highly agitated venomous serpents wake up in the back of his van. Unfortunately, his radiator just blew on the most treacherous mountain highway in the province. Even worse, Officer Meng Qiaoling has been tailing his bumper for forty kilometers, determined to give him the ticket of a lifetime. But the illicit cargo contains a synthetic peptide worth millions to an armed cartel, and their hit squads have just blocked the only bridge down the mountain. To survive, the smuggler and the cop must drive like maniacs, dodge sniper fire, and avoid getting bitten by their own cargo.