Shard

Front Page is "KHALLYON CRAVEMENEER". The world is dangerous, yet, there is beauty in the chaos if you learn how to appreciate it. The "Imperishable", Entities Above Everything Else, understood this undeniable truth eons ago, gifting to the Mortals a few tools to overcome the challenges across our lives. With this, amusing their boring existences, looking with enthusiasm what new story could unfold, or if the same mistakes would be done once again but by a different person. The First Gift, is "Shards", called "Cards" by some, this otorgue instant rewards when you exchange them in an "Imperishable Monolith". The Second Gift, is the mentioned structure, capable of craft almost anything if you have the recipe, blueprint and the required materials and ingredients, a true aberration depending on who you ask. The Third Gift, is the "Perennence", with a 100 you won't Die if you are slain, you simply would "Respawn" in a "Memory Hall", making you partially Immortal, because as long as you have 1 of Perennence, you wouldn't be really dead, and someone else can "Revive" you by providing the missing resource; However, this comes with a drawback, you become a "Servant" of the person or thing that save your life, at least until you repay the Perennence plus an Interest of 50%. The Fourth Gift, is "The Memory Hall", unfortunately, they had an evil twin, "The Howling Wall", which are created in places that had seen too many "Take Downs" in a short span of time; Differently to the prodigal twin, you must have a minimum of 25 Perennence to be Respawned, otherwise, at best, you become an Immaterial entity, similar to a ghost, if not, a mindless beast or a simple Drone for a Hive Mind is not far fetched. Lastly, The Fifth Gift, is divided in three concepts, "Repercussion", "Traits" and "Work", being the last, one of the most unfair of all the Gifts, as you can't change your Work under any circumstances, which applies even for "The Imperishable". But the Gifts don't come for free, as they attract a series of weird creatures from unknown territories, sprouting the so called "Graveyards", "Factories", "Hives", "Nests", "Lairs", "Crops" and "Farms" across the entire world of "Leathemnur". NO CHEATS NO PLOT ARMOR NO VANILLA EASY LIFE DON'T GET FOOLED BY THE START A FAIR SHARE OF: ACTION BEAUTIES MYSTERIES A WHOLE LOT OF: SMUT BONDING INDECENCY COMMENT FOR: KINKS DOUBTS SUGGESTIONS Additional Information: I would try and publish TWO or even THREE Chapters a Day, and at least FIVE Chapters on Sundays. English is not my first language, that is why, any mistake I made across the story, feel free to point it out for me to correct it as soon as possible.

[WSA ENTRY 2025 - Discord Nitro for any Gifts ] Elias Kael’s life as a chef was supposed to be simple—until an unexpected event leaves him bonded to a mysterious shard and a peculiar being named Dot. Struggling to make sense of his newfound connection, Elias is drawn into a hidden world where people like him are being hunted, their fates intertwined with secrets that stretch far beyond his understanding. As powerful forces close in, Elias must confront his forgotten past, navigate dangerous alliances, and tap into abilities he never knew he possessed. But as the world shifts around him, the stakes grow higher, and Elias realizes the key to survival lies not only in his own strength but in uncovering the truth behind the shards and the enigmatic forces driving them. A story of resilience, discovery, and unexpected bonds.

**Synopsis:** In a fractured world where gods have vanished, leaving behind shards of their divine power, *Kael*, a cunning street urchin, stumbles upon a cursed shard of the *Eternal Throne*. It grants him immense strength and the abilities—but at a cost: each use erodes his morality. Driven by ambition and survival, Kael embarks on a ruthless quest to gather the remaining shards, each hidden in treacherous realms and guarded by powerful foes. As he grows stronger, he manipulates kingdoms, betrays allies, and commits unspeakable acts, all while wrestling with the remnants of his humanity. With a rogue sorceress, a fallen knight, and a demon-bound

"I shot her bam!, Directly at the middle of the Heart.. i guess.. i am really.. cut out for this." *READ BEFORE READING NOVEL* Six years. Six years of relentless toil in the unforgiving landscape of American capitalism. Six years of sacrificing everything – sleep, leisure, even the simple joys of life – for the promise of a future, a future he envisioned sharing with his beloved wife in their cozy, modernized home in Korea. He had clawed his way to the top, becoming a successful CEO, amassing a fortune that would secure their comfort and happiness for years to come. He had envisioned a life of quiet contentment, a life filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the quiet intimacy of a loving marriage. The familiar scent of home – a comforting blend of freshly brewed coffee and the faint aroma of pinewood – greeted him as he stepped across the threshold of his house. It was a modern marvel, an architectural testament to his success – sleek lines, large windows that framed the lush green landscape, and an open-plan layout that exuded a sense of airy spaciousness. But the comforting familiarity was shattered by a sound emanating from the bedroom – a rhythmic clapping, punctuated by soft moans, a sound that pierced through the quiet contentment of his home like a shard of glass. The blood drained from his face. His heart, once filled with the joyous anticipation of reunion, now felt like a lead weight in his chest. He knew, with a sickening certainty, what he was about to witness. The carefully constructed edifice of his dreams, the future he had toiled so relentlessly to build, crumbled before his eyes. He pushed open the bedroom door, the scene that unfolded before him a brutal betrayal of his trust, a shattering of his hopes. His wife, the woman he had loved and cherished, was entangled with another man, their intimacy a stark contrast to the quiet devotion he had always offered her. The carefully crafted future he had envisioned, the life of quiet contentment he had worked so hard to create, lay in ruins. The shock and betrayal were so profound that they numbed him, leaving him in a state of profound emotional paralysis. The pain was a physical entity, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate him. The plans, the dreams, the sacrifices – all rendered meaningless by this single act of infidelity. The world around him seemed to tilt on its axis, the familiar comfort of his home transformed into a cold, desolate landscape. In that moment of devastation, a profound shift occurred within him. The man who had once strived for success in the corporate world was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating individual. The future he had envisioned was shattered, and in its place emerged a new path, a path paved with shadows and secrets, a path that would lead him down a darker, more dangerous road. He left his home, his heart heavy with grief and betrayal, his mind already plotting a different future, a future where the tools of his trade would be far removed from the boardroom and far closer to the shadows. The once-successful CEO was gone, replaced by an assassin, his past a painful memory, his future a chilling unknown. ———————— The Book cover is created by Imagine AI {No friends dammit} The Writing is done by Kim San-woo [김산우] {Me obviously}

What is a man, if not a vessel of hidden truths and whispered deceptions? Beneath the fragile facade lies a labyrinth of secrets—truths buried so deeply they intertwine with the lies we tell ourselves just to survive another day. The masks we wear may fool the world, but they cannot hide the fractures within. Even those we hold closest, the ones we entrust with our hearts, may be the very hands carving unseen wounds into our souls, feeding them to the monsters lurking in the shadows. Blood tells no lies, flowing only when life is claimed, but even its crimson clarity is no guide to the truth. How does one find what is real when their very existence is a fractured mirror, splintered into shards that reflect only distorted glimpses of an identity lost? Each shard offers the promise of clarity, yet together, they form nothing but ruin. To uncover the truth is to face the darkness, and to risk losing what little remains of the self. For in the end, can a man truly hold a reflection if he no longer knows who—or what—he truly is? This is the path Aramith must brave. But does he truly know what lies ahead? Do his companions know what they are yet to face? They may never know, but the world they love might just be a small fragment, a piece of a bigger plan.

Centuries after the collapse of the old world order, a new era has risen with the emergence of Espers, the arrival of Spirit Beasts, and the discovery of Astral Energy. At the heart of this transformed world lies the Pit—a vast, treacherous abyss where the remnants of the old world have been consumed by Astral Energy. Within its depths, Spirit Beasts roam, and those known as Rankers venture inside, seeking Astral Shards—valuable fragments of power that bring wealth, fame, and glory. Among them is Ashlar Kain, a low-level Ranker with a secret ambition: to reach the bottom of the Pit. According to legend, the one who reaches the Codex, hidden in the abyss’s deepest layer, will have their greatest wish granted. However, Ashlar is no ordinary Ranker—he possesses a mysterious system that awakened his Psychic abilities at a young age. Bound by the system’s cryptic will, he has concealed his true strength while methodically climbing the ranks. But fate takes a sharp turn when Ashlar stumbles upon a violent clash between a Legacy family and a rogue organization, both fighting over a mysterious child. Forced to unveil his hidden power to protect the child, he unwittingly draws the attention of the Legacy families—beings of immense psychic power who rule the world from the shadows. Now thrust into a conflict far greater than he ever imagined, Ashlar must navigate the perilous world of Rankers, Legacies, and unseen forces—all while uncovering the secrets of his system, the true nature of the Pit, and the fate that awaits him at its depths.

In the bustling, magical marketplace of Velanthra, Elara, a young woman marked by a mysterious silver sigil on her temple, searches for a rare shard of starlight. Her quest leads her to Kael, a enigmatic man with an otherworldly presence, who possesses the very shard she seeks. Their encounter is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a Harbinger, a chaotic creature that hunts those touched by fate. Kael reveals that Elara’s mark is not a curse but a key to a powerful destiny. He is a Fatebinder, a guardian of the threads that weave the fabric of reality, and he has been searching for her. As the Harbinger closes in, Kael and Elara are forced to flee, embarking on a perilous journey to unlock the secrets of her mark. Together, they navigate a world of ancient magic, hidden prophecies, and dangerous foes. Along the way, their bond deepens, blending romance with the urgency of their mission. Elara must learn to harness her latent powers, while Kael struggles with his own haunted past and the weight of his duty. As they uncover the truth about the silver sigil, they realize that Elara’s destiny is intertwined with the fate of their world. She must choose between saving it or risking its destruction. With the Harbinger and other dark forces relentlessly pursuing them, Elara and Kael face a race against time to fulfill their roles in the grand tapestry of fate.

Years before the story begins, the kingdom of Aeloria was a land of prosperity, protected by the Crown of Eternis—a magical artifact that channeled the power of the elements. However, during the War of Shadows, the Crown was shattered into seven shards by the traitorous Prince Malachar, who sought to claim its power for himself. The royal family was betrayed and slaughtered, and the kingdom fell into chaos. The shards were scattered across the land, and the Crown's magic faded, leaving Aeloria vulnerable to dark forces.

In the fractured realm of **Everburn Labyrinth**, where ash falls like snow and forgotten gods whisper through cursed bloodlines, **Seryn Octavius**—the last heir of the soul-devouring **Emberdirge Dynasty**—barters memories for power. His family’s ancestral curse binds him to a grim truth: every drop of alchemical elixir he brews erases a fragment of his past. But when his exiled mentor, **Lady Eluinora**, is exposed as a traitor who sold his clan to the God of Oblivion, Seryn’s quest for vengeance unravels a millennia-old conspiracy: the very curses that cripple the ancient dynasties are shards of a slain primordial deity, and *he* is the crucible to resurrect it. To survive, Seryn must master the forbidden **Ashborne Alchemy**, turning his family’s funeral rites into weapons—distilling grief into corrosive mists, forging vows into chainblades, and weaponizing his own decaying soul. Allies become liabilities: a mechanized orc warrior whose heart ticks toward self-destruction, a moon-cursed assassin hunting her reflection, and Eluinora herself, whose lies may hold the only key to salvation. As the **Clockwork Throne** awakronsume cities into slag and the **Thousand-Eyed Abyss** hungers for his lineage, Seryn faces an impossible choice: embrace the erosion of his humanity to become the realm’s destroyer, or shatter the alchemical laws of the universe—and with them, every soul he vowed to protect

In a world where power is determined by the eyes, the strongest are revered, while those without powers are left to fend for themselves. At the age of ten or eleven, most children awaken their abilities, but for Adrian Clarke, the world of magic and strength remains forever out of reach. Adrian is an introverted, highly intelligent high school student who has spent most of his life hiding behind books, avoiding the bullying he faces for being "powerless." While his mind excels, his lack of any tangible power makes him a target for his peers, and his friends, Lucas and Nova, are his only source of protection. Lucas, with his Light Eyes, and Nova, with her Dark Eyes, are both gifted with Unique Class abilities—powers that only one person per continent can possess. Together, they’ve always kept Adrian safe, but even their formidable powers can’t protect him from the whispers and sneers that follow him everywhere. Despite his position as an outcast, Adrian is not without strength. His analytical mind allows him to outwit bullies and navigate the complexities of high school life. But the nagging question remains: why does he have no power? Why has he been forsaken by the very system that praises the strong and the gifted? As Adrian struggles to find his place in a world that values power above all else, he learns that fate has a strange way of turning things around. When an unforeseen event awakens a mysterious force within him, Adrian’s life is turned upside down. What was once a world of helplessness and rejection suddenly becomes a world of possibilities—possibilities that may come at a steep price. Shard of Sight is a journey of self-discovery, friendship, and the exploration of power—both external and internal. As Adrian and his friends uncover secrets about their world, they must confront not only their own fears and limitations but also the dark truths that lie beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect society.

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

Jake is met with his unfortunate demise due to a god's mistake, and is given three wishes to be reincarnated into an RPG world. What will he choose? And how much chaos will he cause

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.

Seventeen-year-old Talon Ignis Leonhardt has one goal: to become strong enough to never lose anything again. After losing his parents to a Rift—a tear between worlds filled with monsters—Talon trains at Vanguard Academy, wielding the power of an S-ranked Nemean Lion shard. But his strength comes at a cost. As he battles through dangerous trials, rivalries, and the dark secrets of the Rifts, Talon must master his shard’s immense power before it consumes him. Can he rise to the challenge, or will the monster within claim him first?

In the vibrant city of Luminaria, Evelyn Shard leads a seemingly ordinary life as an archivist in the historical library, immersed in the quietude of ancient texts and the rhythm of daily routine. However, her nights are haunted by vivid dreams of a grand hall adorned with arcane symbols and the echo of whispered incantations, pulling her into a realm of magic and mystery. Any reviews or comments on the novel will be appreciated :) (Chapters will be Uploaded when Finished) [Please don’t forget to support this novel by sending Powerstones if you like it. More stones means more chapters.]

Centuries ago, the fearsome Demon King made a fateful choice: to shatter his immense power into shards and scatter them across the world, vowing to protect the delicate balance between light and shadow. In his final moments, he swore an oath to prevent his return, even if it meant erasing himself from existence. Reborn as Caius Thorne, the youngest son of a noble family, he is a boy haunted by whispers of a life he does not remember and a power he cannot fully control. When dark forces—the Shadowborn—attack his family estate, Caius is forced to unleash his forbidden flames, revealing a side of himself he fears. Cast out by his father, he begins a journey to uncover the truth about his past and stop a rising darkness threatening to unravel the world. Joined by Elara Belmont, his strong-willed betrothed who refuses to be left behind, and a cryptic rogue with glowing silver runes, Caius learns that the shards of the Demon King’s power are more than fragments of strength—they are keys to breaking the veil between realms. Each shard Caius claims strengthens his connection to his former life, but it also risks corrupting him, pushing him closer to the shadow of his past. Meanwhile, a mysterious masked figure leads a faction determined to bring the shards together and resurrect the Demon King. They believe Caius is the catalyst for their plans and will stop at nothing to claim the shards—even if it means destroying the fragile balance of the world. As Caius battles Shadowborn, unravels ancient secrets, and faces trials that test his humanity, he must decide what defines him: the monster he was, or the man he wishes to be. But with every step, the shards whisper to him, pulling him closer to the edge of destruction. The world’s fate hinges on Caius’s choices. Will he wield his power to protect or destroy? And can he resist the pull of the very destiny he swore to escape? The Demon King’s Last Oath is a tale of redemption, power, and the enduring struggle between fate and free will. First time writing this type of novel. So please support me.

I tightened my grip on the grimoire, its crystalline surface catching the light and scattering it like shards of a dream. A Diamond grimoire—the rarest, most coveted of all. My heart raced as my eyes shifted to the figure standing before me: a young girl with long black hair and fathomless eyes, wearing a black dress that seemed to drink in the light itself In the Kingdom of Thane, where summoners are the pinnacle of power and the strength of their summon defines their worth, I had become the first Diamond-grade summoner in its history. But this girl… this child? She didn’t roar like a dragon or tower like a titan. She was quiet, unassuming—and she was my first summon. My Prime Eterna.

At the edges of the World of Vunreon lies the skeleton of a Dragon. A being once revered by many titels, such as God of Dragons, the first Dragon, Ruler of Space and Time and master of the Void, he was now nothing more than a imposing sight. Though unbeknownst to his slayers, his soul that they shattered didn't fully die. Instead its countless shards dispersed across time and space, reincarnating each into a mortal coil. When their lives came to an end, they slowly joined back together. After countless millennia, the last of these lives came to an end and thus his soul awoke once more. Whole again but only a soul without a body, he has to start anew on his path to once more stand at the peak of creation. This is my first novel and english is not my first language, so criticism and corrections are always welcome. I do not own the cover

Imprisoned for crimes he cannot recall, David has lost all hope, his soul weighed down by the absence of both memory and meaning. Blinded by staying years in his prison, yet in the depths of his heart, a silent yearning for redemption flickered—an ember refusing to die. This longing draws the attention of a mysterious, enigmatic force known only as The Designer. [ INITIALIZING ] [ YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY LOGGED INTO THE SYSTEM ] This enigmatic force offers David only two choices: either to gather mysterious GLASS SHARDS on its behalf or to suffer instant death. [ INFO ▸ QUEST ▾ INVENTORY ▸ SHOP ▸ ] MAIN QUEST ▫ Collect All Glass Shards Chosen by this arcane entity, David is given a chance at redemption, but it comes with a price. He must traverse the treacherous expanse of the Rift, a shadowy realm where reality bends, and the past and future blur. Here, David will confront the dark secrets of his forgotten sins, piecing together the fragments of his shattered past. Along the way, he must face the trials set forth by The Designer, each one pushing him to the limits of his resolve. To redeem himself, David must not only uncover the truth of his former self but also decide if he has the strength to overcome the guilt and pain that await him. His path is uncertain, and failure will mean more than just his soul—it will plunge both his future and the fate of the Rift into chaos.

In a world fractured by ancient betrayal, the land of Elarion is ruled by five warring kingdoms, each guarding a piece of the mythical Heartstone—a relic said to grant absolute dominion over the elements. When a young scribe, Alaris, uncovers a forgotten prophecy linking the Heartstone to a world-ending calamity, the race begins to reunite the shards.

When the Rift tore through the skies, humanity's world was thrown into chaos. Kai Ren, a lowly delivery boy, finds himself thrust into a perilous journey when he bonds with the mysterious Eclipse Shard. As the Rift’s secrets unfold and Abyssals threaten to consume the remnants of civilization, Kai must confront the cost of wielding power that could save—or destroy—the world.

In a world where mysterious dungeons appear without warning, humanity’s survival depends on awakened hunters—individuals gifted with powers to fight the monsters lurking within. Ranked from F to the legendary SSS, hunters risk their lives to clear these dungeons and harvest the valuable crystal shards dropped by defeated creatures. Vanitas Estroheim, a frail and struggling F-rank hunter, is the weakest of the weak. Mocked by peers and barely scraping by, he fights only to pay off crushing hospital bills for his comatose mother. His life is a constant cycle of humiliation and desperation, with no hope for improvement. When Vanitas joins a raid on a C-rank dungeon far beyond his abilities, disaster strikes. The portal turns violet—a sign of an unstable dungeon—and the team is thrown into chaos. Trapped inside with no way out, Vanitas and his team face a terrifying creature that wipes them out one by one. On the verge of death, a mysterious voice speaks to Vanitas: “Do you wish to live?” With nothing to lose, he accepts—and awakens to a new power that could change everything. Now, Vanitas must rise from the bottom, uncover the truth behind the dungeons, and carve out his destiny in a world that sees him as worthless. The journey to the top will be brutal, but he has no intention of staying at the bottom. Can the weakest hunter defy fate and become the strongest? ------ '4-5 chapters a week' If i dont upload some chapters, im quite busy on something hehe. Hope You find this Book Interesting *Wink.

In the sleepy village of Braelwood, 11-year-old Eren Ashford’s life is as ordinary as it gets—until the day he stumbles upon a mysterious chest in the attic. Inside is a glowing pendant and an invitation to the Academy of Aetherwell, a legendary school hidden deep within the magical realm of Lumora. Unbeknownst to him, Eren is the last in a long line of wardens tasked with protecting the fragile balance between order and chaos in the world. But all is not well in Lumora. The Veil of Unity, a powerful barrier that keeps the forces of darkness at bay, is beginning to fail. At the heart of the growing unrest lies an ancient artifact: the Shard of Eternity. Said to hold the power to reshape reality, the Shard is awakening, and its secrets are tied to Eren’s family’s forgotten past. Thrown into a world of spellbinding wonders and lurking dangers, Eren teams up with unlikely allies: Kaia Starling, a fiercely clever prodigy; Soren Nightshade, a reserved spell-caster with a troubled history; and Lyra Brightmoor, a healer with a mischievous streak. Together, they must navigate the challenges of their first year at Aetherwell, unravel hidden truths, and face forces far darker than they ever imagined. As Eren uncovers his own magical abilities, he realizes the choices he makes will shape not only his future but the fate of all Lumora. In a story filled with magic, camaraderie, betrayal, and courage, The Chronicles of Lumora: The Shard of Eternity invites readers to journey to a world where even the smallest spark of hope can ignite an unstoppable light.

After a failed hack targeting the megacorp Elysium Industries, streetwise netrunner Kael Veyr discovers a cryptic data-shard containing the Ætheric Codex, a fragmented AI program that reveals a hidden network called the Circuitous Veil. This digital realm mirrors an occult hierarchy of "Layers"—ascension tiers that grant godlike powers but risk erasing one’s humanity. To survive, Kael must navigate a dangerous game between corporate assassins, rogue AIs, and secret societies like the Order of the Shattered Circuit, who believe he’s the "Ghost in the Code," a prophesied entity who can merge technology and mysticism to ascend beyond the Layers.

A lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand. Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born. All Alyssane desired was to find her home. One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince. She knows how things would end. But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near. And he’s always near. Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should. In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “What are you hiding?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.” A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?” "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. “Everything.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Thank you for stopping by~! Enchanting The Cruel Prince is in a beta phase that I am slowly developing by managing a few hours from my packed schedule. The updates will remain slow, but if you enjoy the story, you can add it to your library and revisit it when there are more chapters or the novel is completed. Feel free to share any thoughts you have in the comments. Happy reading!

Annabeth, 23, known far and wide as The Mistress of Despair, has a well-earned reputation for ruthlessness, ambition, and a flair for theatrics. But even she isn't prepared when a strange, infuriatingly powerful boy suddenly appears in her home and—without so much as a dramatic monologue—utterly crushes her. Death is supposed to be the end, but not for Annabeth. Instead, she’s yanked back to her first breath, forced to relive her cursed life from the very beginning. Her mother? Mysteriously dead during childbirth. Her father? Poisoned by a scheming wife before Annabeth even loses her baby teeth. The only constants in her life are her overpowered, possibly psychopathic uncle and the haunting certainty of her own downfall. Rather than reflect, repent, or pursue a quiet life, Annabeth decides on a simpler solution: become even more terrifying. After all, absolute power should be enough to defeat anyone, even the mysterious man who keeps showing up to kill her. Right? Right? Every plan, every spell, every life leads to the same humiliating conclusion: defeat, rebirth, repeat. It’s enough to give even The Mistress of Despair an existential crisis. When a runaway slave crosses her path, offering her a glimpse of happiness and hope, Annabeth begins to wonder if redemption—or even escape—is possible. But her past isn't done with her, and every rebirth tightens the chains that bind her to an unending cycle of torment. Can Annabeth break free, or is she doomed to be the architect of her own misery forever? ************************************************************************************* "If you’re going to make an entrance, make it unforgettable." "And if you can’t manage unforgettable, at least go for dramatic." ************************************************************************************* Given her past, Annabeth calling someone else a witch—or worse, a b*tch—was laughably hypocritical. But honestly, what's a little hypocrisy from someone who once killed children just to avoid the inconvenience of them growing up and seeking revenge for their dead parents? ************************************************************************************* "I’m a skinny guy—I can’t handle the big chunks you’re talking about. Why don’t you take them since, you know, you’re already halfway to turning into a boulder?" the skinny man smirked. "Watch it, Ollie! I was just trying to be generous since you look like a strong breeze might finish you off!" Lord Brodie shot back, his face reddening under his double chin. ************************************************************************************* "Look, I’m not saying it’s okay to fall apart. But it happens. It happens to everyone. What matters in the end is what you do with the pieces. No matter how many times you shatter, I’ll pick up every single shard." "Even if it tears me apart to see you hurting, I’ll still put you back together. And even if I have to hold you together with my own two hands, I’ll make sure you stand whole again." ************************************************************************************* Don't forget to add the book to your collections so that you may see updated chapters when I upload them. P.S.: Feedback, comments, reviews and gifts are welcome. P.P.S: Power stones are welcome too. P.P.P.S? (Really?): Especially power stones. :P P.P.P.P.S (I swear it's the last one): If you're a beginner writer too, comment the title of your book so that I can provide a review and some feedback. Maybe even a shiny new Power Stone...

In the age of Mecha for everyone, people could travel to the Endless Abyss to gather materials, enhance and forge their own Mechas, and thus wield the power to destroy heavens and earth. Jiang Chen had transmigrated and awakened the talent [Undying Barehand]. Once his Mecha shattered, he could permanently absorb its power and attain a multiple enhancement. ... At the bottom of the abyss, the ancient demon god exerted great effort and finally broke the titan Mecha, but from the shards extended a hand that held down its head. "Congratulations, you've unlocked my restraints."

"David Raphael's life slipped beneath the waves of a glacial sea, his unfulfilled longing for GTA 6 forever etched in the digital realm. As his soul was torn from its mortal shell, a vortex of otherworldly energies swept him away to a medieval world, where foreboding forests shrouded in mist stretched towards the horizon, and rugged, granite mountains pierced the sky like shards of splintered stone. "In this unforgiving realm, David's journey began, a treacherous path woven from darkness and flickering moonlight. His quest: to claim the legendary Blessed Visor, an ancient relic rumored to grant its wearer mastery over the very fabric of existence. Yet, as David's ambition burned brighter, the weight of his desire settled upon him, a haunting reminder that 'heavy is the head that wears the crown.'"