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Divine Nine Dragon Cauldron

The Divine Owl

In the beginning, when the world was still young and the skies were untamed, there existed a legend known to only a few. It was the tale of the 5 Birds, celestial beings created to safeguard the realms and maintain the balance of nature. These five majestic creatures were revered and feared, their power unmatched and their wisdom boundless. • Divine Owl Sagea, soared above the highest peaks, her golden wings casting a protective shadow over the lands below. She embodied courage and strength, always the first to confront any threat to their world. She was the leader of the 5 celestial birds. • Nocturne, the Raven of Secrets, dwelled in the shadows, his black feathers blending with the night. Keeper of ancient knowledge and hidden truths, he was a master of dark magic, using his powers to protect the innocent and punish the wicked. • Zephyra, the Falcon of Speed, raced with the wind, her silver feathers shimmering in the sunlight. She was swift and agile, a messenger of the gods and a symbol of freedom, her presence a harbinger of hope. • Seraphina, the Swan of Serenity, glided gracefully over tranquil waters, her pure white feathers reflecting her inner peace. She brought harmony and healing, soothing the hearts of those in turmoil and restoring balance to the land. • Pyra, the Phoenix of Rebirth, burned with an eternal flame, his fiery plumage a beacon of renewal and transformation. From the ashes of destruction, he rose again and again, a testament to the power of resilience and the promise of a new beginning. These five were the Pentad of Protectors, united by their mission to defend the world from the forces of darkness. Their greatest challenge came in the form of the Shadow Flock, a sinister group intent on plunging the realms into chaos and despair. The Celestial Birds fought valiantly, but the battle was fierce and unforgiving. One by one, they fell, their spirits lingering in the hopes that one day, successors would rise to continue their legacy. The world was left vulnerable, waiting for the day when the Celestial Birds would return to restore peace and order.
Fuqyou · 33.3K Views

The Eminent Divine Spirit

Em um universo onde os limites entre o divino e o mortal se desvanecem, Midoki, um ser de poder incalculável, desperta para um destino que desafia o próprio tecido da realidade. Dotado da Habilidade Espiritual Shinrei, uma energia que lhe confere controle absoluto sobre as leis do cosmos, ele é um guerreiro cuja existência se equilibra entre criação e destruição. No entanto, após despertar, Midoki sacrifica seu próprio corpo para pôr fim a uma batalha e dar origem a todo o universo. Mais tarde, ele reencarna como humano, embora ainda retenha seus poderes, embora em uma escala reduzida. Agora, ele precisa enfrentar sua nova realidade e recuperar as memórias de seu passado, enquanto reúne aliados para impedir os planos de Lúcifer de reviver o Caos, uma força que, há muito tempo, trouxe dor e sofrimento a todas as raças quando estava sob o domínio de Arthur Pendragon. No entanto, um destino trágico o aguarda ao final de sua jornada. Conforme as peças do destino se encaixam, Midoki se vê diante de uma escolha inevitável, uma que transcende sua própria existência. Para enfrentar a ameaça definitiva e impedir que o Caos consuma toda a criação, ele deverá ascender além de sua humanidade e se tornar um Divino Espírito Eminente. Ao abandonar o que ainda restava de sua humanidade, Midoki abraçará um novo propósito, tornando-se uma entidade absoluta, capaz de reescrever as leis da realidade. Contudo, essa ascensão pode ter um preço que nem mesmo ele está preparado para pagar… Wiki: https://the-eminent-divine-spiriit.fandom.com/pt-br/f Main Theme: https://youtu.be/hA3QhgDr9MA?si=8MUC_j7UkjvlMtYL
Metacrome · 203.1K Views

Nine: The forgotten Flame

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.
FA3zy · 7.7K Views
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