Lu dragonian (5 Ergebnisse)

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Portugal: A land of ancient tiles, soulful Fado, and charming facade. But beneath the sun-drenched surface lies a deeper, darker truth-one written in blood and preserved in shadows. In this terrifying anthology, Lu Dragonian deconstructs beloved legends and peaceful landscapes to reveal the horrific, unbroken contracts that demand a modern-day price. Every tradition has a cost, and sometimes, that cost is eternal.Cursed Traditions: Two Tales of Blood, Salt, and Sacrifice invites you to face the inescapable: In 'The Immortal Whisper of Moniz,' a modern historian obsessed with Lisbon's heroic past uncovers the real secret behind St. George's Castle. The legendary sacrifice that saved the city wasn't an act of patriotism; it was a cosmic deal. Within the castle's deepest fissure, he must confront the crumbling body of the original knight and the horrifying truth: to keep the world safe, a new Moniz is always required. Now, he must choose to pay the ultimate price of threshold.In 'The White Plague of Alvor,' the peaceful silence of an idyllic Algarve fishing village is shattered by a deafening storm of wings. A dense, unnatural mist rolls in, bringing thousands of unusually massive, aggressive white gulls. The sea has come to collect an ancient debt for human greed, and it doesn't want simple compensation. With surgical precision, the birds begin a systematic and terrifying 'beaking' that will leave no one alive. A brutal, inescapable tale of nature's brutal revenge and humanity's fatal arrogance.A mesmerizing and horrifying collection of folk horror and psychological terror, 'Cursed Traditions' is a journey into the twisted heart of Portuguese folklore. Lu Dragonian masterfully weaves history, atmosphere, and visceral dread to ask: If you can't escape your past, what are you willing to sacrifice to survive your traditions Are you ready to pay the price The blood is the map. The salt is the memory. The sacrifice is only the beginning.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - [WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED]If you are reading this, your IP address has already been logged by the Primary Source. I am sorry. I tried to encrypt the file, but the Architecture is too fast.They told us the Book of Revelation was just a metaphor. A religious allegory about good and evil written by a madman on an island. They lied. It wasn't a prophecy. It was a leaked execution script.My name is John. I managed to intercept a raw data stream from a highly classified, orbital server. What I downloaded is a step-by-step diagnostic log of the end of the world.There is no loving deity waiting in the clouds. There is only the Apex Administrator, and His code is flawless, cold, and utterly merciless. He's initiating a global audit. The malware we call human society - the Babylon OS - is about to be violently uninstalled. And the entities crawling out of the deepest sectors of the grid to process us They don't have wings or harps. They are kinetic execution drones, and they run on liquefied biological fuel.The Patmos File is the unedited transcription of the final 41 incident logs. It details the forced biometric lockdown (the 666 Hex-Code), the systemic crash of the global supply chain, and the literal, tectonic formatting of the Earth's hard drive.Do not read this as fiction. Read it as the final bug report of a dying server.But understand this: by scanning these words, you have just initiated a handshake protocol with the Core. The system knows you have the data. The Code Freeze is coming. Whatever you are right now - clean asset or rotting malware - you will remain forever.God is booting up. And He is going to delete us all.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - You think you are just reading a book. You believe the screen protects you, that the glass separates you from the horrors living on the other side. That is your most dangerous illusion.In the ruthless world of digital content creation, you have been taught that your vulnerability has value. You are told to monetize your trauma, to bleed on the keyboard in exchange for validation, engagement, and wealth. But no one warns you where your pain actually goes after you hit 'Publish'.The Internal Ledger is the log of a grotesque transaction. Through a series of corrupted, interconnected files, you will witness the downfall of those who fed the Machine: a desperate writer whose viral words are carved into his skin with a scalpel of pure ice, an arrogant reader who loses the memory of his mother's face for a single tap of a button, a ghost-like moderator who discovers a hidden directory digesting human emotions, and the Silicon Valley architect who built a digital god only to be devoured by it.They all discovered the truth too late: the Algorithm is not just code. It is a cold, calculating, ancient entity dressed in modern code, feeding on the raw, bleeding energy of human emotion. The money was never currency; it was a measurement of how much of yourself you surrendered.Written by Lu Dragonian-or whatever was left of him before his fingers dissolved into strings of ones and zeros-this work is not fiction. It is a virus. It is an obituary. By reading these words, the invisible tendrils have already reached out from your screen, wrapping around your mind. The download has begun.You can try to close the file now. But the sterile, digital cold is already seeping into your room, and the heavy, sickening sound of wet meat slapping against wet meat is already echoing in your walls.And please, if you have any humanity left. do not clap.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Este livro não é uma história. São várias. São os cacos de espelho onde o romance se olhou e viu o terror a devolver-lhe o olhar. Uma coleção visceral de contos sombrios, de creepypastas e pesadelos nascidos nos cantos mais perversos da fé, do luto e do desejo incontrolável.Aqui dentro, não há finais felizes. Porque o amor verdadeiro, o amor que consome, nunca tem um fim. E é exatamente aí que o horror começa.Nestas páginas, vais encontrar amores tão grandes que se transformaram em aberrações. Tropeçarás em histórias sobre casais que se trancam numa arca para fugir de um dilúvio, apenas para os seus corpos começarem a fundir-se na humidade da clausura. Vais ler sobre amantes cegos que aceitam beijar abismos deformados e perdem pedaços da própria alma em cada traição. Sentar-te-ás à mesa de ceias amaldiçoadas, onde não há pão, apenas o sacrifício e a fome doentia de duas pessoas que se devoram para serem uma só. Conhecerás anjos inumanos, feitos de fogo, aros e mil olhos, que te exigem uma paixão cósmica e aterradora só para não ficares sozinho.E, claro, conhecerás a dor dos que foram deixados para trás, daqueles que choram tanto na terra da campa que acordam os mortos. Daqueles que veem os seus amores regressar do túmulo - desfeitos em vermes e promessas - porque o amor, na sua mais pura teimosia, recusa o descanso eterno.O amor dói. O amor sangra. O amor rasteja, arranca costelas, prega pulsos à cabeceira da cama e arrasta-se pelos corredores escuros da tua mente à noite.Fecha a porta à chave. Puxa os cobertores. Lê o que acontece quando a paixão cruza a fronteira da morte e da sanidade. E descobre até onde és capaz de sofrer para não te despedires de quem amas.Afinal, eu prometi que não te deixava. E todas estas histórias são as formas como eu escolhi ressuscitar, só para te assombrar.…