What truly defines good and evil?
Is it evil when one uses demonic powers to save lives?
Is it righteous when one wields divine powers to commit wicked deeds?
December 14th, 2025.
An unknown town in China.
The night was buried beneath a heavy snowfall. The world was silent, pure, covered in white—until a crash shattered the stillness.
A black family car lay overturned in the snow, its frame twisted and broken. Blood spilled across the once-crystal surface, staining the whiteness with crimson despair.
Inside, strapped upside down in the back seat, was a boy. He was no older than four. His short black hair clung to his pale face, while blood seeped from his mouth, his ears, even his eyes.
His vision swam. His tiny chest rose and fell weakly, every breath ragged and painful. A shrill ringing drowned out the world, until a woman's voice pierced through the haze—hoarse, desperate, trembling.
"Zi…xiao…! Zixiao! Get up!"
The boy's eyes fluttered open. Through the shattered glass and flickering snow, he saw her face—his mother. His lips trembled as he tried to call out, his voice thin and breaking.
"Ma…ma… my body… it hurts… so much…"
His words shook with fear, each syllable stolen by the weakness devouring him. His small hands reached out, but his strength was fading, slipping away with the warmth of his blood.
But his weeping quickly twisted into pure terror.
Through the shattered windshield, Zixiao saw it—his father's lifeless, bloodied body sprawled in front of the car. Every instinct screamed at him, but his small body could barely move.
Beside the corpse, a figure cloaked entirely in black loomed. A black cap shadowed his face. In his hands, a crowbar coated in crimson swung relentlessly, pounding Zixiao's father's head. Blood splattered across the bar, across the road, across everything it touched.
As the figure turned, Zixiao caught a glimpse of his face—streaked with blood, emotionless, almost inhuman. He wiped it carelessly on his clothing and stepped toward the car, swinging the crowbar to fling off the excess blood, as if rehearsing some gruesome ritual.
Zixiao couldn't even form a sound, paralyzed by the sight of his father's mangled body.
"Zi…xiao…look at me… Zixiao, look at me!"
His mother's voice cut through the chaos, trembling and panicked. She leaned toward him, tears streaking her face. "No matter what… don't… trust… the… light… and believe me… no matter what, you're mom and dad will always love you."
Her eyes were dripping from tears.Her words faltered as she struggled against the terror gripping her. But before she could say more, the figure in black raised the crowbar—and with a single, merciless swing, her life was extinguished.
"Ma…ma…ma…"
Zixiao's eyes overflowed with tears, blurring his vision. He tried to reach for his mother's bloody hand, but his body refused him. Pain clawed at every limb, every joint, and he could barely lift a finger. All he could do was cry, his small sobs swallowed by the cold night.
The black-clad figure turned toward him, moving with deliberate cruelty, reaching to pull him from the wreckage. Zixiao could do nothing but weep and accept his fate.
With a violent yank, the man tore Zixiao from the car. The boy screamed, agony wracking his tiny frame as he hit the frozen, blood-stained snow. His feeble struggles were useless; his energyless body could not defend itself.
The killer's cold, merciless eyes studied Zixiao's crying face. A low, cruel chuckle escaped him. He raised the crowbar high, aiming straight for the boy's head.
But before it could strike, a blinding white light tore through the sky, striking down onto Zixiao. The brilliance seared the black figure's eyes, forcing him to stagger back, shielded by the intensity.
And when his vision cleared… Zixiao was gone.
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it's about my new novel which I'm going to release in 5th Monday of October 2026 " with 3 chapters in day 1 and after that two chapters every single day ,if I don't have any problems that is. but don't worry I will make sure 2 new chapters will be uploaded every day. the novel is called " PROJECT MERLIN : THE MIDNIGHT WHISPERER ".
genres ÷ Dieselpunk, adventure, action, psychological horror, supernatural, thriller, mystery,dark fantasy.
The world has always been full of mysteries.
Ancient gods whose names have been forgotten.
Languages that disappeared thousands of years ago.
Cursed objects that should never have existed.
And stories that historians insist are nothing more than myths.
But some mysteries were never meant to be solved.
Sixteen-year-old Lucien Moriarty Watson never imagined that a single ordinary day would lead him beyond the boundaries of his world.
Across the sea, a secret project has been underway for years.
A collaboration between three great powers has brought together scientists, researchers, and psychics in an attempt to accomplish the impossible: Project Merlin.
Their goal is to recreate the work of the legendary Merlin and open a gateway to another world.
But the project is already built upon a lie.
The mysterious diary that made the project possible was never supposed to exist.
And the man who wrote it may have known far more about the other side than anyone realizes.
When the experiment finally begins, something goes terribly wrong.
Instead, an entire school is dragged through the impossible passage and thrown into a vast, dangerous world where electricity and automobiles coexist with ancient ruins, occult rituals, supernatural creatures, and beings known as Angels.
For Lucien, survival is only the beginning.
As he searches for a way home, he begins encountering mysteries that refuse to make sense.
A strange diary.
A forgotten language.
A blue device that should not exist.
People who seem to know things they could never know.
A musical disc capable of driving people insane.
A shadow that moves when nobody is watching.
And whispers that sometimes speak inside his own mind.
Gods walk behind history.
Secret organizations manipulate events from the shadows.
Ancient civilizations left behind clues that were never meant to be found.
And somewhere within the darkness is a mysterious Path that seems to have been waiting for him long before he was born.
The Midnight Whisperer.
At first, Lucien believes he is merely another survivor trying to find his place in an unfamiliar world.
Then he discovers something far more terrifying.
Some of the mysteries he is investigating...
are investigating him.
And the closer Lucien gets to the truth, the more the boundary between fate, history, and his own existence begins to disappear.
Because there are mysteries in this world that have no beginning.
And some truths are so terrible that even the gods would rather see them forgotten.
The world is full of secrets.
Lucien's mistake was deciding to uncover them.
welcome to the world of project Merlin.