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Trinity Rising Shadows

Vessel of Shadows

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7
wisp_novels · 25.6K Views

Plague Of Shadows

In a medieval-futuristic empire where magic intertwines with aristocracy, Annalise, a low-born maid, has always been keenly aware of the rigid class divides that define her world. When she experiences a vivid vision of an impending apocalypse that threatens the very fabric of society, she realizes that the only way to change the future is to forge an alliance with the enigmatic Duke Ethan Vornhart—a man shunned by the nobility due to the scars left by his father's dark experiments. In a bold move, Annalise proposes marriage to Ethan, not out of romantic ideals, but to secure a legacy that could save them both. As they navigate the complexities of their partnership, they face opposition from a society that views their union as scandalous. With the looming threat of a plague that could turn the infected into mindless horrors, they must confront both external dangers and the whispers of betrayal from within the court. As the wedding preparations unfold, Annalise must learn the ways of the nobility while grappling with her own insecurities. Meanwhile, Ethan battles the shadows of his past, striving to carve out a future that defies the expectations placed upon him. Together, they must untangle the mysteries of their world—a realm where the powerful operate in secrecy and the shadows hold dark truths. In a tale of courage and resilience, Plague of Shadows explores the strength found in unlikely alliances, the weight of legacy, and the fight against a fate that threatens to consume them all. Will Annalise and Ethan succeed in rewriting their destinies, or will the forces of darkness tear them apart before their love can truly bloom?
Hallyfromday1 · 403 Views

Bellator: Rising

"What if the very air you breathe was magic?" Bellator: Rising is more than just a fantasy novel—it's a journey into a world where mana fuels life, kingdoms clash, and ancient prophecies threaten to tip the balance between light and darkness. Follow Niklaus Dorscha, a rebellious young prince with a sharp wit and an even sharper sword, as he navigates rivalries, dangerous alliances, and a destiny he never asked for. Expect laugh-out-loud moments, heart-pounding battles, and characters so real you'll swear you’ve met them before. There's magic that feels like science, wolves with secrets, and a talking sword that’s just as sarcastic as your best friend. If you're into stories with deep world-building, moral dilemmas, and a hero’s journey packed with humor, adventure, and a touch of chaos—this is the book for you. Embark on the adventure. Discover the magic. And find out if Niklaus is destined to be a hero… or something far darker. Hi! This is my first time sharing this, and I would love to hear your thoughts. Additionally, I recommend checking out the Auxiliary first, just to provide you with a grounding in the world. Please feel free to offer any advice or constructive criticism; I am open to all feedback. I would like to clarify that this is my original work, and I am still in the process of finishing it. Please do not steal my work. If you enjoy what you see, I have much more to share, so please let me know what you think! Thank you! Ikaris
Ikaris265 · 15.5K Views

SHADOWS OF ELDRALORE

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.”
WordsmithX · 4K Views
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