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Emmenence Of The Shadow

Shadow of Realm

Ezren Veydrion awakens to a world that is not his own. Once an ordinary man, he now finds himself in a realm where magic rules, monsters roam, and Awakeners wield powers granted by a system-like force. Yet, unlike others, Ezren is no mere Awakened—he is an anomaly, a being unbound by the laws of existence. The system welcomes him with an ominous message: > [Congratulations for successfully Crossing-Over the world] > [First Mission Assigned] [1. Register yourself as an Awakened-hunter. 2. Level up to 10th level to obtain a “Class.”] But something is wrong. He does not belong to any Realm. Not to Life, Death, Chaos, or Void. Instead, he is chosen by the Shadow, a force unseen, undetected, and forbidden—a power that lurks between all Realms, allowing him to absorb their essence, infiltrate their laws, and bend them to his will. The ancient rulers of existence—the Guardians of the Realms—call him a mistake, a threat that must be erased. For his very presence disrupts the balance, unraveling the veil that holds this world together. But why was he brought here? Why does this world feel like it’s hiding something? And why does he feel as though his existence was never meant to be? As Ezren grows stronger, he embarks on a journey not just for survival, but for answers—answers that may change everything he knows about himself… and this reality. --- Expect the novel to be with Dark-Mysterious, Action-fantasy and system-based elements integrated, not focused on Leveling-Up but more on Mysteries. Chapters uploaded with an average 700 words per chapter.
Syttrox · 2K Views

The Outcast: The Shadow of The Wall

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."
azvein · 1.5K Views

Shadow of Terror

Is it really that hard to stop using violence? For Collin, it wasn’t just hard—it felt almost impossible. Violence had been her language, her release, her *identity* for as long as she could remember. At just five years old, her father had taught her how to throw a punch, how to stand her ground, how to fight back. What started as self-defense quickly became something more. She didn’t just use her fists—she *enjoyed* it. The adrenaline, the power, the way people backed off when they saw her coming. It was intoxicating. But now, standing at the gates of Nexus High School, Collin had made a promise—to herself, to her mom, to the life she was trying to rebuild. No more fights. No more violence. Just a normal high school experience. The problem? Old habits die hard. Collin clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to take a deep breath. The urge to swing at the girl who’d bumped into her earlier was still simmering under her skin. *“It’s just a coat,”* she told herself, even though it wasn’t. It was a gift from her dad, a piece of him she carried with her every day. But violence wasn’t the answer anymore. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. High school was supposed to be a fresh start. A chance to leave behind the girl who ruled the playground with her fists, the girl who sent bullies running with just a glare. But as she walked through the halls of Vale High, Collin could feel the weight of her past pressing down on her. The whispers, the stares, the familiar faces from middle school—they all reminded her of who she used to be. And then there was *him*. The boy she’d tormented back in middle school, the one who now looked at her with a mix of fear and resentment. His presence was a stark reminder of the promises she’d made—and how easily they could be broken. Collin had always been a fighter. But now, the biggest battle wasn’t against someone else—it was against herself. Could she really leave her old life behind? Could she keep her promise and live a normal life, or would the temptation to throw just *one more punch* be too much to resist? The bell rang, signaling the start of her first class. Collin squared her shoulders, took another deep breath, and stepped into the classroom. This was her chance to prove she could change. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be easy.
zyuka · 729 Views
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