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The Pieces of Myth

The World of Seekers Power isn’t something you’re born with. It’s something you earn. In this world, anyone — no matter their birth, blood, or background — can become a Seeker. All they need to do is accomplish an extraordinary task — an act so intense, that the world itself must take notice. And when that moment comes… the world answers. A Pathway opens. There are six: Rook, Knight, Bishop, Queen, King, and Pawn. The nature of your task determines the Pathway, and the way you acted determines your ability. Each task brings not just power, but a Story — a poetic, cryptic description of what was done and what was gained. And with it, a Story Grade, a measure of how far you pushed the world’s boundaries. No one completes just one task. Power evolves. So must the Seeker. Myth Nyxen is brilliant — so brilliant that despite being born into a society that despises red-eyed people like him, he still earned a place at the most prestigious university in the country. He has the wealth, the looks, the success… but none of it matters. Because deep inside, he’s suffocating. Lonely. Anxious. Drowning in a life that feels too small for the fire burning inside him. His nights are sleepless, his days empty. Depression clings to him like a second skin. He spends his hours staring at ceilings, lost in the weight of inaction. But this isn't weakness. It's his ambition, coiled and waiting. Myth’s pride won’t let him settle for being tolerated. He wants to rise. No — he wants to rule. And he will do anything, absolutely anything, to satisfy that hunger. So step into his world. Become a part of his ambition. --- I am going to post it on RoyalRoad.com
missing_coffee · 14.8K Views

Rejected By The Alpha King; But She Is The Key

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.
SukieWrites · 17.5K Views

The Legend of Sword and Flute[BL]

In a vast world of cultivation, where yin and yang shape fate, and the lines between good and evil blur, five great clans rule over the land. Among them, the Lingxiao Clan (凌霄族)—known for its elegance, swordsmanship, and archery—stands as the fourth most revered. From this clan comes a boy born without a golden core or spiritual qi. His name is Ling Yiran (凌逸然)—graceful, free-spirited, and untamed. Though he is the youngest son of the clan leader, he is forbidden to cultivate, to fight, or even to wield a blade. His days are spent painting, playing, studying—locked within the mansion’s walls. But behind his quiet smiles is a secret life. At night, Yiran sneaks into the Forbidden Library, hidden deep in the mountains of Lingxiao territory, to learn long-lost arts none dare to touch. At 17, he is invited alongside his siblings to the Jinyue Clan (锦月族)—the second most powerful clan, famed for music cultivation, and bound by more than 10,000 sacred rules. Known for their discipline and emotional restraint, the Jinyue clan is a place where mistakes are not forgiven. His companions: His noble and composed older sister, Ling Qingxue (凌清雪) His lively, mischievous younger twin brothers: — Ling Yuze (凌昱泽) — Ling Yuhan (凌昱寒) They arrive at the gates of the Jinyue Clan. Everyone presents their invitation—but Yiran, of course, forgets his. The guards refuse him entry. Just then, a cold and beautiful young man appears, dressed in white robes. A red spirit thread coils around his wrist, and a blue spiritual sword hangs at his side. His face is expressionless, his gaze sharp as frost. He is Jin Suoxue (锦索雪), the Young Master of the Jinyue Clan—distant, cold, and feared by many. His name means “Bound in Snow”, and his heart is rumored to be just as frozen. Yiran, ever defiant, calls out to him without formality. “Hey, cold-face!” Everyone freezes. Jin Suoxue merely replies: “No invitation, no entry.” And walks away without a second glance. Furious, Yiran leaves, only to return later—with his scroll, snacks, and alcohol. But as he nears the gate, a formation sends him flying, his precious gifts broken. He grits his teeth, draws a black talisman, and writes glowing red characters in the air:“Distract.” The gate formation shatters briefly, letting him slip inside while sipping the one bottle that survived. A low voice stops him. “Oh... it’s you again.” And so begins the tale of sword and flute—of a spirited boy with no cultivation and a cold genius bound by rules. Their clash will awaken forgotten arts... and perhaps, a bond destined to defy the heavens. ————— Disclaimer: Book cover not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.
lovezhan · 2.2K Views

The Second Prince: A Mad Prodigious Swordsman

"They wanted to eliminate the prince. In the end, they awakened the monster within him." Lucas Ashir Ingriss, second prince of the kingdom of Ingrissia, bears a name synonymous with glory. His ancestor, Raiden Ingriss, was one of the Five Heroes who sealed Yshvar, the Dark Lord, saving the world at the cost of his own sacrifice. But the past is the past, and House Ingriss is no longer as dominant as it once was. Gifted with an exceptional talent for fighting and swordsmanship, and a formidable intellect, Lucas is a caring and thoughtful prince. Yet he has a dream burning inside him: he dreams of rebuilding "the once great empire of Ingrissia", a once dominant and feared power across the continent. Even if it meant destroying the established order. He'll do anything to fulfill his dream. His quest for power takes him into the bloody corridors of politics, where every smile conceals a dagger. But Lucas, knowing all this, moves forward without turning away from his goal. Yet a forgotten threat is preparing to resurface. The seal of the Five Heroes is breaking. Yshvar and the darkness... what everyone had forgotten and only read about in books telling legends, were preparing their return. When Lucas goes to the royal academy, he begins to gather powerful and loyal allies for his quest. But some people, seeing him as a threat to their power, began plotting against him. During an expedition, Lucas was ambushed and left for dead in the most dangerous place on the continent: the legendary Black Forest. But Lucas isn't dead. He'll be back. Different. Unpredictable. ~~~ Thank you for reading "The Second Prince: A Mad Prodigious Swordsman" a light novel of intrigue, power, conflict, betrayal, revenge and much more. —- ENTRY TO [WSA2025]—— If you like, don't hesitate to share HAPPY READING
Othniel_ · 36.6K Views

The Age of Martial Enlightenment.

In the beginning, mankind was weak. Prey to beasts, to plague, to the winds and whims of the heavens. Kingdoms rose and fell like sandcastles at the edge of a storm-tossed sea. Swords rusted. Kings bled. No one was beyond death. But then came the Nine Pillars. Forged in the twilight of the ancient world by nameless sages who pierced the secrets of heaven and earth, the Pillars were not structures of stone, but of spirit, flesh, and will. They were paths—painful, ruthless, divine paths—by which a mortal might climb beyond the chains of his body and seize dominion over it. The First Pillar, Strength Refinement, marked the beginning of the path. For ten years, a cultivator would temper their raw might until their muscles became as iron and their blows could break boulders. From there, the path only grew steeper. Flesh Refinement hardened skin into armor. Muscle Refinement made each sinew a coiled spring of destruction. Tendon Refinement—the Fourth Pillar—turned movement into mastery, footstep into flight, swordplay into something near divine. And beyond that? Bone, Organ, Marrow, Blood, and finally, Meridian Refinement—the ninth and last Pillar—was said to bestow eternal life, peerless power, and the ability to shatter mountains with a breath. At its peak stood the Martial Emperors, titans in human form. Yet such beings were as rare as phoenixes. Each Pillar demanded a toll of decades—forty years for the Fourth, ninety for the Ninth—but time given was returned a hundredfold. A cultivator aged slower, lived longer, endured more. But few ever had the resolve—or the years—to climb far. This was the Age of Martial Enlightenment, where kingdoms no longer measured greatness by armies or coin, but by the strength of their cultivators. Martial sects rivaled noble houses. Swordsmen wandered the land like demigods. The strong dictated truth, and the weak obeyed.
AshuraDaoLord · 6.6K Views

Divine Embers Rising

In a world where power chooses the worthy and fate burns like a brand, only those who forge their own path can rise above destiny. Jin Kazematsu was born ordinary in a world where strength defines status and cultivation is the only shield against oblivion. In an age where Élantera—the primordial force that shapes life, spirit, and matter—governs the elite, Jin holds no heritage, no powerful clan name, and no visible talent. Yet destiny doesn’t ignore him. Branded by a mysterious sigil resembling a coiling dragon and burdened by dreams of flame and thunder, he steps into Dragon-Phoenix Academy, a sacred crucible where cultivators rise, fall, or vanish into legend. But Jin’s path is no ordinary one. When ancient relics test each cadet to reveal their destined cultivation path, he shatters tradition by resonating with all four—Pattern, Spirit, Body, and Glyph—awakening an emerald spear forged from his very will. As whispers of convergence stir among Elders and powers beyond the academy take interest, Jin finds himself at the heart of a mystery long buried—one that threatens to upend the very order of the cultivation world. As classmates become rivals, friendships blossom into complex bonds, and romance blooms beneath the weight of expectation, Jin must rise not just to survive—but to become the one who rekindles a forgotten legacy. A legacy tied to ancient dragons, buried bloodlines, and a war that never truly ended. In a world of trials, tribulations, and awakening flames... can one boy become the ember that sparks a new era?
Chuks_Nwaogu · 1.1K Views

The Tale of Revenge [BL]

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*
themysteryboy07 · 379.7K Views

KRAVEN CHRONICLES

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.
KLEOS01 · 6.6K Views

First Impact: From The Rim

*Cover art not mine* Raiden has spent his entire life trapped in Cicada's South Rim, running packages for the Squadron gang just to survive in the city's most dangerous district. With nothing but a faded childhood hoodie and an unbreakable desire for freedom, he's resigned himself to a life of poverty and violence—until the day the sky tears open. When a comet of unknown origin collides with Earth in an event known as the First Impact, the world stops. Time freezes. Reality bends. And when it resumes, seventy percent of humanity awakens with supernatural abilities tied to the strength of their deepest desires. But Raiden is different. His yearning for freedom—the most powerful desire on the planet—marks him as one of the Crowned, an elite few whose abilities transcend normal limits. Armed with devastating light manipulation powers that make him nearly godlike, he finally has the strength to break free from the chains that have bound him his entire life. As the world descends into chaos and new power structures emerge from the ashes of the old, Raiden must navigate a landscape where strength determines survival and the weak are crushed underfoot. The same freedom he's craved may come at a cost he never imagined—because in a world where desire shapes reality, getting everything you want might destroy everything you once were. Some prisons are built from poverty and circumstance. Others are built from power itself. And sometimes, the greatest trap is finally getting what you've always wanted.
Leviiathn · 1.5K Views
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