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Chastity Revers

Princess Layla

In the heart of the Arabian Peninsula, where five kingdoms are bound by alliances and rivalries, Princess Layla of Zafirah is born into a life of gilded captivity. As the daughter of a king desperate for a male heir, she is seen as little more than a pawn in the political games of men. But unlike her sisters, Layla refuses to be caged by tradition. She dreams of the open desert, of foreign lands, of a life dictated by her own will, not royal duty. On the night of a grand feast meant to seal her fate in an arranged marriage, Layla makes a daring escape. Disguised as a commoner, she vanishes into the vast dunes, But freedom comes at a price. The desert is ruled by the feared and enigmatic Desert Warlord, a man both revered and despised; a warrior with supernatural abilities, a man of unrelenting dominance, possessiveness, and secrets as deep as the shifting sands. He rescues Layla from danger but denies his growing obsession with the defiant princess. As Layla’s disappearance sends the kingdoms into turmoil, her childhood betrothed the Ruthless Prince, a cunning and manipulative ruler refuses to let her go. He will wage war, spill blood, and conquer cities if it means reclaiming what he believes is his. Caught between two powerful men one who seeks to own her, the other who refuses to admit he loves her, Layla is thrust into a treacherous game of power, betrayal, and forbidden desires. But Layla is no pawn. As secrets unravel and alliances crumble, Layla must choose return to the safety of her royal chains or embrace the dangerous, untamed power within her veins. In a world where love is a battlefield and magic is a curse, can a nomadic princess truly claim her destiny?
Nova_River · 478 Views

INFINITY DARGON PROGENITOR

In the vast expanse of legends, there exists a singular figure known as Azeris, revered as the progenitor of the Infinity Dragon Bloodline. This remarkable lineage bestows upon him god-like powers, enabling him to manipulate the very essence of reality itself—creating and destroying with a mere thought, limited only by the bounds of his imagination. However, before he could fully harness the extraordinary potential of his abilities, sinister forces conspired to thwart him. The Omniversal Sovereign Court—a fearsome assembly of ancient cosmic entities; The Abyssal Void Order, masters of darkness and treachery; and The Tribunal of Fate, those who manipulated the very threads of destiny—all converged upon him with deadly intent, seeking to extinguish his light. In a desperate moment where death clung to him like a shroud, Azeris summoned his ingenuity and willed forth a sanctuary—a small yet powerful realm brimming with boundless resources and enchanted wonders. This haven emerged as a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching chaos, a place where the essence of his power could endure and grow. Fifteen years slipped by in an instant, leaving the outside world to forget the once-mighty Infinity Dragon Progenitor. His legacy, once heralded across galaxies, faded to mere whispers carried along by the winds of time. Yet, the pulse of his bloodline remained, an ancient force lying dormant, waiting for the right moment and the right spark to awaken its formidable power once again. That moment arrived with the birth of a young boy named Azeris Nightshade. Unbeknownst to him, he bore the weight of an extraordinary inheritance, the hidden truth of his lineage bubbling within him like a dormant volcano eager to erupt. This marked only the beginning of his saga—an epic adventure awaited him as the threads of fate began to weave a new destiny.
UNKNOWN_MASKMAN · 3K Views

The Death Contract

In a world where the gods dictate fate, death is never final—so long as you’re willing to pay the price. Caius Valerian was once a revered warrior, but his world shattered the day Seraphine, the only woman he ever loved, was burned at the stake for forbidden magic. Stripped of purpose and drowning in grief, he turns to the only being capable of defying death itself—Erebus, the god of the underworld. The price? A soul for a soul. To resurrect Seraphine, Caius must become a Harbinger, a hunter bound by an unbreakable Death Contract, tasked with reaping a hundred souls. At first, the mission is simple—kill, collect, and resurrect. But as Caius stalks the night, cutting down criminals, traitors, and those marked for death, the truth behind the contract begins to unravel. The gods are playing a far more dangerous game than he ever imagined. Each soul he collects restores a fragment of Seraphine’s essence, yet something is… wrong. She is not as he remembers—her memories are fractured, her warmth faded, and whispers of an ancient betrayal surround her death. When the final name on his list is revealed—Nyx, the goddess of life herself—Caius realizes he has been nothing more than a pawn in a divine war. If he follows through, the world will spiral into darkness. If he refuses, he will lose Seraphine forever. But in a world where fate is written in blood, Caius refuses to let the gods decide his ending. As alliances shift and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Caius must unearth the true purpose of the Death Contract before it’s too late. With the fate of the living and the dead at stake, he faces one final, impossible question: How far will he go to bring back the woman he loves? And at what cost?
Daoistf6QPqw · 73 Views

Sword Brother

Since the Great Fracture and the partial destruction of the Moon, Earth has become nothing more than a wasteland, devoured by corruption. An unknown gigantic sword, emerging from the infinitely distant reaches of the universe, pierced the Unnameable, impaling it upon the star of dreams. Now, humanity lives in a waking nightmare, struggling to survive in a world where Umbra and Lumen wage an endless battle. Cities are built around sacred sites, where Lumen, the only source of purification, is wielded to repel the creeping darkness. But Umbra, with its abominations born of the shadows, relentlessly threatens what remains of humanity. Gaël is stained by this darkness. Umbra flows within him, eating away at his body and mind, and each time he draws upon this forbidden power, he edges closer to madness. He knows his fate is sealed, that his chances of surviving what he is becoming are slim. But rather than cower in fear, he chooses another path. He wants to follow in the footsteps of the Brothers of the Sword. Where the chosen of Lumen purify, the Brothers cut and annihilate. Where the cities hide behind the light, they plunge into the darkness. Feared, revered, and shrouded in legend, these warriors are, for most, nothing more than children’s tales. Gaël knows his life will be short. So before he vanishes, he wants to uncover the truth behind these fables, and if possible, live a brief, glorious saga, cutting down a few abominations along the way.
PacoTille · 7.5K Views

An Eldritch Legacy: Sin & Sacrilege

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.
Ocean_Quill · 27.5K 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_ · 16.3K Views

Slaying The Primitive Era As The First Tribal Priestess

In a world ravaged by a zombie apocalypse, a reborn Moon, once convinced of her divine destiny as the "daughter of heaven," finds herself grappling with betrayal and failure. Disillusioned by her perceived inferiority, Moon’s frustration grows as those less deserving thrived around her as she found them less worthy. After a dangerous mission leads to her betrayal, she narrowly escapes to a hidden city where life appears normal amidst chaos. She felt greedy for such a life, thus she decided to stay there as long as she could. Who wouldn’t want such a good life? However, when she got there, she was stunned to discover her presumed dead nemesis had risen to life and power as the revered city lord which didn’t sit well with her. In a shocking twist, she got killed by her enemy. Got struck by her lightning, ending her life but a compassionate deity intervened, granting her a second chance in a primitive world. Reborn as Kamaria, the first female tribal priestess of the MoonStar tribe, she embarked on a journey to uplift her people and achieve the peaceful life she always longed for. However, Kamaria quickly learnt that her new life is filled with challenges and restrictions which limits her from living the kind of life that she had always wanted. Determined to forge a new destiny, Kamaria navigates leadership, love, and the complexities of tribal life while striving to remain undetected. As she battles the remnants of her former self, she must confront her past sins and cultivate a future filled with family and loyalty, all while evading the dangers that come with being a soul from another world. In this intriguing tale of resilience and reinvention, Kamaria learn that true strength lies not only in power but in the bonds, she forms along the way.
GEEGEE · 3.8K Views
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