Novels by King Noran

Through the harrowing front gate, the stench of the bitter detergent spread outwards but never far. For an asylum, it was rather devoid of stains unlike the movies present most of them to be. The crew faced the ominously dim hallways with nothing but the guns in their hands.Just as they were about to open the lights, thunder abruptly roared from the outside. The light poles on the streets went out briefly after the flash of light. Inside the building, the bulbs were just as inoperable.“Fucking great.” Torres’ shoulder dropped. “How come that there’s no people inside?”Everybody already knew it was strange. However, it was even more bizarre to realize that even though a loud noise just reverberated throughout the town, not a single cry of the patients could be heard.Again, like the outsid

Hello! I decided to just damn it all and rewrite the series. I figured that dropping all those world-building and mindboggling stuff right away would be too much for something so early. So, here is the rewrite! I hope you enjoy this better than before! *** So… you’re here. As the one who writes these records, I have a faint idea of why you’ve come to me. Perhaps you’re intrigued by the title of my story, its synopsis. Maybe you just have too much free time and have nothing else to read. Maybe you’re expecting a pleasurable experience, which I can’t promise I’ll provide. After all, this is not a story to entertain, nor a story to define. It is not even a story. This is the search for an answer to a question asked by many, including me; What is the meaning of life and how do you even begin to know? Is it dictated by your achievements? From

An infant... and a woman. A dream? I see it, but the vision is vague. I'm... cradling it... speaking to it. To him. With her. But I cannot hear clearly. I cannot see vividly. Both... all senses are blurry. The infant- wait, how do I even know that he's an infant? Is it because he felt so little in my arms? That he felt like he could break to a million pieces with the slightest of force? A fragile existence, a precious experience even though I cannot properly savor the incomplete moment. I wonder, how would I feel if I could see the little one's face? If I can hear the other voice that's so gently... humming? The tune is simple. Vague, but wistfully it wrings my heart so. It was new, yet familiar. I felt this yesterday with Junko. Is this also a part of me? I do not know... but I do know that I wish to stay in this peaceful moment forever, despite only feeling. The dream ends... and the sensation still ling

Tools makes any job more efficient. I only had the huge, disturbing shears in my possession. Why exactly is it disturbing? The handle is coated with what can only be described as flesh in my grip. Said flesh have vein-like expansions that stretch up to the tip of the blade. It proved to be inconceivably sharp as I merely touched the edge with the slightest force I could muster and it cut me regardless. To test the need for the shears, I tried picking the fruit from the trees by brute force, but no matter how much I tried it just wasn't doing it. However, with the shears, the indestructable branches felt like air. Back to the point at hand, tools make jobs more efficient. If I were to explore this place as quickly as possible, I need to be efficient. Meaning to say, I need a variety of tools I can use. However, the Elder said he can only provide me the tools that are specifically for my job. Since they can't make more of it, the n

It was unknown to me how much time passed. I was too busy, or more like distracted by the amount of faceless people surrounding me. It seems like they grew used to me talking, in sign language that is. They still go apeshit when they hear voices though. It's not like I can't move at all, I can move my hands at the very least. An enormous amount of time passed and I could move my entire body again. I still feel like my legs are jelly, but standing up and walking are doable. I stepped outside and what greeted me was not the usual bleak sky. No, it was much more than that. "Whoa." The word came out of me in sheer awe. This place, this pocket dimension of theirs still have the gray skies. However, it was no longer bleak by any means, as millions of dancing stars littered the sky. I thought that it was strange for stars to move so energetically until one of the said stars descended upon me to perch on my nose. It revealed itself to be a type of insect that

Author's Note: You can read this or choose not to. You're free to leave. But, this is the cosmology of the Nocht Universe, in which I believe contains even our real world. Again, you can read and proceed with the story even without reading this. I just made everything a little bit deeper since that was what the point of this story is: Grimdark. *** "This is not fiction." I know what you're thinking. This would be the first and foremost reaction, anyway. When I took a deep sleep and remembered everything, it dawned upon me and I was just as shocked as you are. This guy is absolute nuts He's too high up there Woke much? And many more expressions. However, it is all the same. I witnessed it. No matter how much you try and escape from it, no matter how much skepticism you direct towards it, even if you don't believe it, it matters not. Even I can't believe it. Hu