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Half Year Hunt

The Half-Demon, Half-Vampire Legend

In a world of fifteen warring kingdoms, where humans believe themselves to be the only rulers of the land, an orphaned soldier named Damon Vayne fights for survival. Raised in a peaceful village with no knowledge of his true origins, Damon grows up believing he is just an ordinary human. Strong, fearless, and gifted with unparalleled beauty and combat skills, he rises through the ranks of his kingdom’s army. But fate is cruel. When a mighty empire wages war, Damon’s kingdom, Morvain, is burned to the ground. He watches his friends slaughtered, his king executed, and his home reduced to ashes. Forced to flee with a handful of survivors, he takes refuge in Valladriel, the kingdom of three princesses. But peace is short-lived. The war follows them, and Valladriel falls just as Morvain did. In the final moments, the dying king entrusts Damon with his daughters, ordering him to protect them at all costs. Wounded and lost, Damon and his companions escape into the unknown, with no kingdom to call home. But fate has other plans. Mysterious warriors clad in black armor arrive, led by a man strangely familiar to Damon. Defeated with ease, he and his companions are taken to a hidden kingdom unlike any they have seen before—Vexmortis, the realm of demons. There, Damon learns that not all rulers are human… and that he is not human either. Unknown to him, he is the forbidden child of two powerful bloodlines—the son of Kraviel, the Demon King of Vexmortis, and the Vampire Queen of the Night. His powers were sealed at birth, and his identity hidden to protect him from forces that would seek to destroy him. But with war consuming the world, Damon cannot remain in hiding. He wants revenge. He wants justice. He wants his kingdom back. With his friends, the princesses, and unlikely allies, Damon embarks on a journey to reclaim Morvain and Valladriel, rising from a mere soldier to a king who will rule over all. But can he defeat the empire that destroyed his home without unlocking the terrifying power hidden within him? And if he does awaken… will he still be Damon Vayne, or will he become something else entirely? A tale of war, betrayal, destiny, and forbidden power begins. Will Damon be the hero the world needs, or the monster it fears?
Khing_Khellvin · 680 Views

Eternal Cirque: The Lackadaisical Hunt

Disclaimer: The entire story is from the Main Character's point of view. I will try to vividly depict the emotions our MC feels while going through his bizarre second life. Throughout the main volume, the MC will be the narrator of the story and we would perceive the world through his eyes. A bit cliché, at the same time, refreshingly new. The story is neither fast nor slow paced, thus maintaining a steady rhythm. Complex situations call for detailed chapters: for example, how our MC spent his first day after transmigrating has been described in great detail as it was an important event of MC's life. If my work gets popular, I will consider writing side stories from the supporting character's point of views. And please exercise patience, dear readers. The story gets intriguing from after the first ten chapters or so, so please bear with me during the initial journey. Overview: A man dies and travels to the underworld to get his memories erased before his soul would reincarnate, along with a couple of his friends. Plot Twist? He discovers that his soul, in reality, had been snapped into two shards before he was even born. How the heck this happened? He will do his absolute best to find that out. Meanwhile the system that erases memories offers him a unique choice. He can transmigrate into the body of the person who possesses the remaining piece of his broken soul! Or he can sit tight in Underworld and wait for that person to die, and then their broken souls would combine and he automatically reincarnate as one complete being. The MC decides to enjoy the best of both worlds, and somehow gets roped into a mad hunt for the Eternal Cirque, which governs the Cycle of Reincarnation. How did all of this happen? Read the book to find out! If you like it, don't hesitate to drop a comment and a review. If you don't, even then drop a comment and a review. It would help me improve my writing skills and help to give you a better story! Find my book interesting? Add it to the reading list of your library! This book is also known as: Eternal Cirque: The Hunt, The Eternal Cirque, Error 404: Soul not found {Note: This Book Is A Revised Edition Of One Of My Other Books, But You Do Not Need To Read The Other Book To Understand This One. Both of these books can be said to be a little project of mine, and is mainly cultivated to improve my writing skills in English, which is not, I repeat, NOT my mother tongue.} BTW, this book is participating in WSA 2025
SleepingBrocade · 2.3K Views

Mark of the Hunt

Am I going insane? The thought slithers into my mind the moment I wake up, cold and disoriented, in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality. My head is empty, my memories wiped clean, leaving behind only a suffocating void where my identity should be. The walls around me are smeared with something dark—blood, maybe. Symbols, jagged and unfamiliar, carve into the surfaces as if someone tried to leave a message… or a warning. But none of it makes sense. Nothing here makes sense.  I try to grasp at something—anything—but the harder I reach, the faster it slips through my fingers, like smoke dissolving in the air. My pulse pounds as I force myself to move, each step foreign, like I’m controlling a body that doesn’t belong to me. A name. A purpose. Something to tell me who I am. But there’s nothing. Only fragments, pieces that refuse to fit together. Then the games begin. Survival. That’s all it’s supposed to be. Do what you’re told, follow the rules, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out alive. But I learn quickly that this isn’t just about survival. It’s about control. It’s about twisting reality until I don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie. The other players are just as lost, just as desperate, but I can see it— But they aren’t like me. Some of them know more than they’re letting on. Some of them… aren’t afraid. The more I search for answers, the more the world unravels. Reality bends. Faces blur. Voices whisper from places they shouldn’t. Every time I think I’m close to the truth, it twists away from me, leaving me drowning in questions I can’t answer. The line between what’s real and what’s in my head has thinned to nothing, and I don’t know if I can trust my own mind anymore. Who am I? Maybe it’s better that I don’t know. Maybe knowing would break me beyond repair. Or maybe… maybe I was never meant to leave this place at all. I used to think I was just confused, just lost in the chaos. But now? I was definitely insane.
Emma_Maria_4394 · 5.6K Views

THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.
KENNYWROTEIT · 5.5K Views
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