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Chronicles Of Eternity

Ling Tian's journey began in the mystical realm of Tenebrous, where he sought to overcome his limitations and reach new heights of power. To achieve this goal, he embarked on a perilous quest to find a legendary artifact. His travels took him across six continents, each with its unique culture and hidden dangers. The continents were: 1. *Aerthys*: A land of ancient forests and whispering winds. 2. *Nyxoria*: A realm of eternal darkness, where the skies raged with perpetual storms. 3. *Elyria*: A continent of breathtaking beauty, with landscapes that shone like the stars. 4. *Khyronia*: A land of scorching deserts and treacherous dunes. 5. *Vylonia*: A realm of mysterious energies, where the air vibrated with ancient power. 6. *Xanthea*: A continent of mist-shrouded mountains and forgotten ruins. Ling Tian ventured into the heart of Xanthea, seeking the artifact that would grant him unimaginable power. As he delved deeper into the continent, he stumbled upon a hidden valley, where a colossal dragon battled against a group of brave cultivators. The dragon's roar shook the earth, and its flames illuminated the darkening sky. Ling Tian watched in awe as the cultivators clashed with the dragon, their movements a blur of speed and power. As he approached the dragon, Ling Tian noticed a glowing egg nestled within the beast's lair. The egg pulsed with an otherworldly energy, drawing Ling Tian closer. Without hesitation, he reached out with his blood, allowing it to fall onto the egg. The moment his blood touched the egg, a contract was forged between Ling Tian and the dragon beast child. The egg began to glow brighter, and Ling Tian felt an surge of energy course through his veins. The dragon, sensing the contract, turned its gaze upon Ling Tian. For a moment, their eyes locked, and Ling Tian felt a deep connection to the majestic creature. The dragon's battle with the cultivators ceased, and it regarded Ling Tian with a newfound sense of respect. With the contract in place, Ling Tian's journey took a dramatic turn. He had become the master of a divine beast, and his path to greatness was forever altered. The fate of Tenebrous hung in the balance, and Ling Tian stood ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.
Kerrylinks1 · 478 Views

Hallyu Director's Chronicle

(Asian Themes) Lee Jihoon, a brilliant film director renowned for his innovative storytelling and cinematic mastery, meets an untimely demise at the height of his career. However, instead of fading into oblivion, he finds himself reborn in the year 2006, inhabiting the body of a notorious chaebol heir from the powerful Lee family—a world far removed from the film sets he once called home. With memories of the future and insider knowledge of both the film and entertainment industries, Jihoon sees this as his second chance—not only to redefine Korean cinema but to reshape the K-pop industry before it spirals into its darkest scandals. However, his new identity comes with an unexpected burden: the ruthless succession battle within the Lee family. Rather than becoming a pawn in the family’s cutthroat power struggle, Jihoon makes a bold decision—to step away from the fight for corporate control and instead pursue what he does best: filmmaking. With his wealth and influence as a chaebol heir, he sets out to revolutionize the entertainment industry, challenge the oppressive systems controlling idols, and craft a legacy that will change the course of Hallyu forever. A thrilling tale of ambition, artistry, and reinvention, Hallyu Director’s Chronicle explores the hidden struggles behind Korea’s entertainment empire, where one man’s vision, courage, and past life wisdom could change the fate of an entire industry—if he can survive long enough to see it through. [AUTHOR NOTE: This work of fiction is set in a parallel world. Any similarities between characters or events depicted herein and those in the real world—even when names coincide—are entirely coincidental. All characters, settings, and narratives are products of the author's imagination and do not reflect real persons or events. ]
the_nightleaf · 13.1K Views

《Iron & Immortality: A Chronicle of Blood and Steel》

In a realm where immortality is a curse, survival is a war. Waled von Carstein, an undying lord bound by neither heaven nor hell, rules the shadowed citadel of Nachtspire with cold logic and an iron will. To the living, he is a monster; to his kin, he is the last hope. But when a betrayal shatters the fragile peace between vampires and mortals, Waled must forge alliances with the unlikeliest of allies: black-iron dwarves whose steam-powered war machines defy magic, and rogue high elves torn between loyalty to their corrupt queen and survival against a creeping Chaos. Yet the true enemy lies within. As Waled harvests fallen warriors to build his undead legion, he discovers a chilling truth: Eternal life demands eternal sacrifice. Every soul he resurrects erodes his humanity, and every drop of blood he takes binds him closer to the primal hunger he despises. Now, caught between the fanatical Holy Templars who brand him a devil and the scheming Eternal Queen Ariel who seeks to enslave his kind, Waled faces an impossible choice: Embrace the darkness to save his people, becoming the very tyrant the world fears? Sacrifice his throne to protect a humanity that will never accept him? But when an ancient evil awakens – one that devours both the living and the dead – Waled's war for survival becomes a battle for the soul of the world itself. "You call us parasites," he whispers to the dying paladin at his feet, "yet you bleed the earth dry for gold and glory. Who is the real monster here?"
Arcadiawang · 2.1K Views

Priest Chronicles

In a world where the forces of darkness seek to dominate, a group of powerful warriors known as the Priests of Divinity stand as the last bastion of hope. Chosen by the heavens themselves, these holy warriors possess the ability to wield divine power and discern the hearts of those around them. As an ancient evil, foretold in the scriptures, begins to stir from its slumber, the Priests of Divinity must prepare for the ultimate battle. This malevolent force, born from the depths of hell, threatens to shake the very foundations of the world, unleashing a maelstrom of chaos and destruction. Guided by the teachings of the Bible and armed with the knowledge of mythology, the Priests of Divinity must confront the darkness head-on, facing formidable foes and overcoming treacherous landscapes. From the ruins of Babylon to the gates of Hell, they will stop at nothing to prevent the apocalypse. Led by a former fallen angel turned Priest of Divinity, who has walked the fine line between heaven and hell, this elite group of fighters must navigate the treacherous landscape of a world torn apart by supernatural forces. With the power of the Holy Spirit guiding them, they must confront their own demons and make impossible choices in order to save humanity from the brink of destruction. Will they be able to overcome the darkness within and without, or will the forces of evil prevail? Dive into a world of epic battles, heart-wrenching drama, and divine intervention, where biblical prophecy and mythological legend collide in a thrilling tale of heroism and redemption.
DawnofMan06 · 1.5K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 15.9K Views

Chronicles of Verek

The skies had not always been so dark. The winds had not always howled with such ferocity, nor had the land known the curse of endless war. Yet on the day Varek was born, the heavens tore open as though they sought to swallow the world in flames. A tempest unlike any seen in centuries ravaged the land—a fury of lightning, rain, and earth-shattering winds, heralding the arrival of something... something that the old gods themselves feared. In the time before his birth, the seers had whispered of it, their eyes clouded with dread. The Chosen One—the Stormborn—would come, they said, carrying a blade forged in fire, one that would either bring salvation or doom. It was written in the stars, and no power in the world could change that. The prophecy spoke of the one who would stand against the tide of darkness and the coming of the Raven King, but the price of this power would be great. And so it was that when Varek was born, the winds howled, and the earth trembled, for the mark of ruin had been sealed upon him. The world wept that night, for no child should ever bear such a burden. Yet Varek did not weep. He knew not the weight of the world at that moment. But in the days that followed, the cost of his existence would become clear. The wolves of the north took him in after his mother’s death—a woman who had given her life to bring him into the world. His father—once a powerful warlord—was slain by those who had sworn to protect him. And so Varek was left to the wilderness, where the wolves raised him. They did not care for prophecy, fate, or the gods. They cared only for survival. Varek grew up wild, untamed, bound to the land, the forests, and the creatures who roamed them. His white hair—a mark of his birthright—stood out against the shadows of the wilderness, the color of frost and storm. He learned to hunt, to fight, and to survive in the harshest of conditions. But all the while, something inside him grew, something ancient and restless. The blade of his destiny, forged in the stars, had already begun to take shape. And it would not be denied.
Edwards_Libebe · 6.3K Views

Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."
KyrieUzumaki · 137.7K Views
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