Hakumen Sheath

" He draws only one blade. Because if the second leaves its sheath... the game is over." Ten years ago, the Kingdom of Light — Zephandor — fell. Betrayed by allies. Burned to ash. Its royal bloodline erased. The world moved on. But one boy escaped the fire. Now he’s eighteen. Trained in silence. Forged in shadows. A nameless assassin with two swords… Only one ever leaves its sheath. His mission is simple: Kill. Vanish. Repeat. Not for justice. Not for glory. But because when the time is right… "They’ll remember the throne they broke. And the boy who never stayed dead." All Tags :- Revenge, Assassin, Magic, OverpoweredProtagonist, TimeManipulation, OneTrueLove, HiddenIdentity, Kingdoms, Empire, DarkFantasy, Action, Romance, TragicPast, CleverProtagonist, EmotionalGrowth

In a world where life energy fuels martial prowess, Shen Yifan, with a mere mortal lifespan of a hundred years, finds solace in slaying demons to extend his own vitality. Amidst the chaos of a realm teeming with malevolence, he brandishes his blade, striking terror into the hearts of creatures who have roamed the earth for centuries! Yet, amidst his valiant exploits, Shen Yifan sometimes ponders, why does his lifespan seem to dwindle faster with each use of his powers? Sheathing his sword, he gazes skyward, hearing tales of the divine palace in the heavens, where immortal beings dwell, having weathered endless eons. Embarking on a celestial journey, he seeks to beseech the gods for a loan of a million years, to pave his path towards eternal life.

Years ago, a mortal warrior was brought into the war between gods and men—using a name the heavens still whisper with fear: Requiem. But the name was never truly his. It belonged to someone older, wiser. Someone who vanished long before the final blow was struck. Now, the war is over—but peace is only a lie well told. When Artemis, goddess of the hunt, is betrayed by her kin and left for dead, it is her brother’s final sacrifice that buys her a narrow escape. Wounded and hunted, she finds shelter in the last place she expected: the remote cabin of the man who once nearly killed her. Mark lives a quiet life now, blade sheathed, demons buried deep. But the world will not let him rest. Not while Olympus breathes. As gods stir and old names begin to resurface, Artemis and Mark must gather allies—divine and mortal alike—and prepare for what comes next. Whispers speak of a deeper war, of powers long thought lost… and of shadows that never truly left the battlefield. The gods may have kept their throne, but the reckoning has only just begun. ________________________________________________________________ I will aim to release 1-2 chapters a week, Some will be long others will be short. I am aiming to achieve roughly 1-2k words a chapter.

They say war takes a piece of you. For him, it took everything — and gave something else in return. In a war-torn future where humanity clings to survival across shattered worlds, a single fireteam wages a desperate retreat from the alien force known as the Upyr — a biomechanical species that doesn’t kill its enemies… it repurposes them. When a mission goes sideways, the unnamed protagonist is left behind, captured, and dragged into the nightmare of an Upyr research facility. There, beneath black suns and sterile lights, he becomes the subject of grotesque experiments: his body flayed, remade, and fused with invasive alien technology — not as a soldier, but as a prototype. Implanted with the Carrion Fork — a living nanite weapon — and sheathed in Wraithskin stealth armor, he emerges as something no longer human. Memories blur, identity fragments, and purpose becomes a ghost. But he remembers one thing: his name was once spoken with love. And the ones who left him behind? They're still out there. Still fighting. Now, hunted by the Upyr and feared by the species he once protected, he must decide if there’s enough left of him to save anything — or if the monster they built is all that remains.

Velvet Claws "They wear velvet. But underneath-they both have claws." In the shimmering corridors of HMM Corporation, Cha Hayeon begins her first day as a regular office employee. Elegant, sweet, and effortlessly charming-she's the picture of innocence. But behind her soft smile lies the bloodline of power, control, and a ruthless nature inherited from a legacy no one dares to question. She hides her true self beneath pastels and perfume, determined to keep her claws sheathed. Enter Nam Jihoon, the quiet, gentle team leader with a disarming smile and kind eyes. But nothing about Jihoon is what it seems. Unbeknownst to everyone, he's the hidden heir of HMM's fiercest rival-an empire secretly working toward an unprecedented merger. Sent undercover to monitor the partnership from the inside, Jihoon already knows who Hayeon is-and he's been in love with her from afar for years. But while Hayeon tries to impress him with her fake innocence, Jihoon watches with quiet amusement, falling deeper for the sides of her she doesn't even know she's showing. Yet underneath his warmth, Jihoon hides something darker: a dangerously obsessive, possessive heart that has always belonged to her. As power games unfold behind closed doors, and masks begin to crack, only one thing is certain- In a world where love wears velvet, someone's claws will draw blood. ---

In the year 6300 A.L. (Anno Lucis), the world is shackled beneath the iron fist of Britannia, a royal Marxist techno-empire forged through blood, betrayal, and secrets not of this Earth. After crushing North America in the 21st century with mechs and weapons rumored to be gifted by fallen angels, the Empire merged Canada, Mexico, and the United States into one continent-spanning regime — where 91 states became 30 districts, and rebellion became treason. Beneath the surface of this dystopia lies a mythos as ancient as time itself: The oracles whisper a name in fear .The Grim Harbinger. The one who will either cleanse the world… or burn it down. At only fifteen, Aryeh is thrust into a deadly elite military academy, where the students — brilliant, brutal, and loyal to the Empire — dominate through intellect and violence. He is mocked, underestimated, and surrounded by adversaries born from metahuman*- blood and mutant supremacy. Yet he does not bend. He does not break. His presence shakes the foundations of the very society that seeks to erase him. As war looms, and divine prophecy unfolds like a blade from its sheath, one question echoes louder than the thunder of rebellion: Will Aryeh become the savior of mankind… or its final curse? check out my deviantart for more details about the story including world building and character designs. https://www.deviantart.com/bbthechamp1/gallery

[No System] [Genius Swordsmanship] [Passionate] [Decisive Killing] His elder sister was worked to death, his mother gravely ill, and his gambler uncle surprisingly set his sights on the money meant to save his sister's life. Li Guanqi took up a blade and cut down the man, until he met an old man named Su Xuan. Eight years later, the young man became a sword bearer. What he carried on his back was not a sword sheath, but a sword coffin – the Coffin that Buries Swords! From then on, the young man, harboring grand ambitions, stepped with one foot into the bloody and tumultuous world of cultivation!

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

In the ancient and war-ravaged continent of Eiredale, seven kingdoms hath long contended for dominion. The fragile peace is shattered when the fabled Eternal Throne vanisheth from the Citadel of Oathstone—an artefact said to bestow divine right upon its bearer to rule all lands beneath the stars. From the smoke and dust of bondage riseth an unlikely heir to the forgotten magicks: Kaelen, a lowly thrall escaped from the sulphur mines of Ashlar. He beareth no crown, yet within his breast beateth the heart of a sovereign, and in his hands, the spark of forbidden sorcery. But the lords of this realm are neither idle nor merciful. Each of the Seven Realms is ruled by a monarch wielding eldritch arts, ancient bloodlines, and steel-bound hosts. The game of crowns is a cruel one, where trust is but a blade sheathed in smiles. Shall Kaelen, scorned of birth and low of station, carve from naught a kingdom of his own? Shall he summon to his banner lost magicks and outcast souls, and rise 'gainst fate itself? Or shall he be broken, as countless dreamers before him, by the weight of ambition and the cunning of kings?

War grips the land of Agrippa, Tsusa's blade rests cold in its sheathe, scars and calluses the only thing to remember the days which he'd lived. The days long gone. After stealing away to a remote village he forges a life for himself but once again war reaches its dark grasping hands forward, for him and the people he has come to love and respect. What will he do? Answer the call? Become a vagabond? Defend his people? Will he become, once again, the "Bloody Grim"?

Blood was splattered everywhere, while rotting corpses are littered and limping on the spacious red ground. A slow walks echo through that open space, A knight with Silver Blue armor slowly throded into the blood soaked ground which a figure could be seen kneeling on the ground. Then he sheath his sharp swords, pointing at the figure that are now beyond abomination. He have met this monster from before, when he just started to participate in the wars, when he is still young and naive. This is the monster called abyss lord, the one that made the bloodshed with rain of blood and mountain of human corpse, that day the monster just laughing maniacally and sinisterly mocking the human. But now this monster are kneeling and crawling in front of him, just like an insect. "Any last word Amon?" l "Hahaha, I never thought that the boy than run likes are coward that day someday reclaim this head of mine" l "Rein Von Silvanne, why do you still serve the empire after suffering so much?" l "The Empire and the abyss sanction are just a plain of the same card, both have it's own agenda" But Rein just replied coldly, his deep blue eyes glaring from his head visor. "I don't care about the empire nor the abyss sanction, you are the reason why I lost some of the people that give me hope and will to live in this world" l "I see, you are truly something, you held enough power for conquest and conquering, yet you still linger for simple thing such as emotions" l "This why I still retain my humanity and not succumbed to temptation to turns into the monster" within a split second the heads of the abyss lord called Amon are cuts of clean from its body, which in turns spurts bloods around it and slowly soaks the ground with purple red blood, while headless body limp to the ground with a thud While, the knight just slowly turns his back, facading into the thick fog, while some words from him still echoes around. 'I am a fang that bore feracaciously towards flesh and bones of its prey' l 'no matter who the prey are, Neixx Empire or even Abyss Sanction, they shall succumb to it's mouth' l The 1st wars that have lasted for two years between the Neixx Empire and Abyss Sanction, ended when the Blue Fang, one of the most feracacious and vicious beast like figure, behead the 1st Sanction Abyss Lord, Amon. ..... After, fighting for two consecutive war, Rein finally reach the limits of its body, and it is time for him to find his own happiness. But when he thought everything will be over when the Abyss Sanction have been defeated, he learns the truth regarding the real reason for the Abyss Sanction for Invading from the mouth of an assassin. Because it's more than a political move, because more mystery are yet to be revealed by either side. And he also learn the truth on why he have been marked by the Empire 10 years ago. But he only knows this when he was about to exhaust his lifespan. (Can he survive his predicament?) (Can he uncovers the whole truth) (Can he return and retain his happiness?) (And most of all, why did he get marked by the empire or why did the abyss sanction invaded) (Read to find out more) ..…........................................................ Authors Note : Quack..Quack..Ducky here, thanks for taking the time to read my first ever book. I know it have its own shortcoming and error, I just noticed lately that I have been neglecting a good foundation for my books which is, "it should be readable, whether the sentences, grammar or even paragraphing", I am sory for my mistake, I'll take note of that and do better. Well, I just finished editing just now and, hopefully it makes the experience much better. Currently I am quite busy, with two other upcoming books, but worry not, I'll update this novel ASAP. Thank you for reading my babling, CHOU and PEACE!!!

One man, one umbrella, one sword. The Hall of a Thousand Heroes buzzes with speculation. A nameless figure, draped in black, moves unseen yet leaves behind whispers of his presence. His eyes, flashing gold and cyan, mark the moment he strikes. "Have you heard? He carries a crimson umbrella, concealing a blade within its frame." "Dressed like that, he must think himself a mystery." "But he is a mystery. Who is he, really?" Meanwhile, deep within the Realm of Evil, the man in black wipes his blade clean before sliding it back into its hidden sheath. His throne awaits, and as he leans into its shadows, a quiet chuckle escapes his lips.

Evanna’s world came crashing down the moment the physician gave her mother 6 months left to live. But after discovering a long, lost secret hidden by the elves, the sheltered and naïve princess sets off on a quest to find the one item that could change the hands of fate. In order to do this, she must come face to face with the Flori, the heartless and deadliest of the elven kingdoms. Her plan disintegrates when she is caught red-handed in the elven kingdom, where the penalty for even crossing over to their land is death. However, the princess soon finds herself to be the shiny new toy for the cold-hearted elven prince to play with; determined, she does what she must to survive. Will she be able to escape from his clutches and make it home in time to help her mother, or will she find herself falling deeper into the elven world he introduces her to? [ COMPLETED ] *** SNEAK PEAK *** [ MATURE CONTENT ] "Do you know what we do to thief's here, Evanna?" She placed her fork of meat down on the plate soundlessly, her attention still on the king. Evanna subconsciously held onto the knife still. "No, your highness," Evanna replied politely. The king glanced at the prince, and she followed his gaze. "We chop off their hands," The prince finished. Evanna watched and pulled her hand back in time for the prince's knife to slam into the table where her hand was placed. She gasped; another hand had been stabbed, sticking them to the wood. A loud yelp sounded from behind her. Within a flash, the prince stood up, pulled a sword out from his side, and swung it down on the man's wrist, dismembering the hand from his body. Blood squirted out and coated the table before her, along with her plate of food. The man fell back, wailing and holding his wrist. Evanna watched in shock as the guards came forwards and dragged him away. She looked back at the prince, who was wiping his blade with a handkerchief nonchalantly before sheathing it. Her attention was brought back to the king, who continued to eat as though nothing had happened. "Just remember that the next time you wish to steal from us." The king said lightly as he relaxed his cutlery and stared at Evanna, "You may be my son's new plaything, dressed up to look pretty, but do not fool yourself into thinking that he will release you once he is bored of you. You took something of great importance to him." ------------------- DISCLAIMER: *MATURE CONTENT* Graphic Violence Strong Language Sexual Content Attempted Rape ----------------- Book Cover Design: I own the book cover so please do not use it :) Artwork illustrated by @if.__art Graphic design done by @katielord.designs Both found on Instagram^^ ------------------- Support me on Instagram: @kelly_starrz or join me on discord where you can chat to me/ ask questions: Kelly_Starrz#5020 Discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa --------------------

Consuming lifespan to infuse martial arts, you can deduce it infinitely. Shen Yi's mortal body has a lifespan of no more than a hundred years, but fortunately he can obtain the remaining lifespan of the other party by killing demons. In the chaotic world full of evil spirits, he showed his long sword, which made these creatures who had lived for thousands of years feel heartbroken! From [Eagle Claw] to [Eight Desolations Breaking the Sky Hand], from [Demon Subduing Fist] to [Golden Body Prison Dharma]! Shen Yi would occasionally ponder, why is this lifespan increasing the more he uses it? He sheathed his sword and looked up at the sky. He heard that there was a Jade Palace of the Sky above the clouds, which was filled with thousands of saints, and any one of them had experienced endless years. This time, I came to the sky just to borrow a million years from the immortals to prove my immortality.

In ordinary web novels, when the protagonist of luck encounters danger, they always turn misfortune into fortune and become stronger, like an unkillable cockroach. *** “System, how do I become a qualified villain?” Qi'an asked. 【Hunt down protagonists, snatch their luck!】 【Trample on Holy Sons, embrace Saintesses! 】 【Fame that terrifies all that makes all bow their heads! 】 【Please complete the following tasks, and grow into a qualified villain.】 “Task: Subdue a maid, recruit a golden-luck Saintess as a maid.” “Reward: Divine Ability "Thousand Swords To Court” “Task: Annihilate a Holy Son or a Saintess of a holy land, sect, or ancient clan.” “Reward: Ice Qilin Essence Blood, Fire Qilin Essence Blood, etc…” Qi'an was rendered speechless after reading. Holy Sons and Saintesses are beings that everyone looks up to! Kill Holy Sons, collect Saintesses! *** 【Ding! Villain mission received: Massacre】 【Kill a total of ten Holy Sons, Saintesses, or Heavenly Talents from ancient clans】 【Reward: 10,000 Villain Points, Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood x3】 *** “Enough, come back. Have you become addicted to killing?” Qi’an ordered. The white-clad sword guards sheathed their swords reluctantly, returning with a sense of unfulfillment. 【Ding! Host kills without blinking, extremely domineering! Villain points +10000】 ‘I’m truly a thorough villain… Even my subordinates look like villains!’ *** Qi'an noticed that the Saintess was also looking at him. Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold an inexplicable heat. The prince is actually the legendary physique that drives countless women crazy… Dragon Yang Dao Body! Knowing this fact, Saintess's heart was already in turmoil. *** If there is anyone in the Holy Land who could be favored by His Highness, it would probably be his precious daughter, the Saintess. But she has never liked being close to men since childhood. Elegant as a lotus, how could she possibly be willing to serve another man? Just as he was hesitating, the Saintess in a white dress, arrived, “Father, let me serve His Highness.” *** In this battle, Lin Qi’an borrowed ten thousand swords and killed a thousand people! Unmatched in the world, his fierce reputation spread far and wide. 【Ding! Host acted domineeringly and decisively, embodying the villain’s demeanor.】 【Villain points +20000】 【Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task “Slay a Holy Son”】 【Rewards obtained: “Ice Qilin Essence Blood” “Fire Qilin Essence Blood”】 ........…..(*_*).................. WTF Saintess wanna serve the villain on her own accord!! Wanna find out what happened next, read the novel then.

Katsu Fukuhara is a young high-school student who just wants to live his life the way he wants, until suddenly meeting his death in an accident and then gets reborn in a new world of fantasy and magic and was granted a powerful sword that only the worthy and strong-willed can use to defeat evil and become the hero of that world, but first he needs to figure out how to become worthy to unsheathe the sword.

Title: "Divine Rivalry: Sons of Ascendance" Outline: I. Introduction A. Setting the stage: A surreal, luminescent forest bathed in the soft glow of an otherworldly moon. B. Introducing the two main characters: Kuramoto, a determined young man in his early 20s with snow-white hair, and Higashi, a mischievous man in his mid-30s with chestnut brown hair. II. Character Introductions A. Kuramoto: 1. Description: Snow-white hair flowing to his waist, dressed in traditional samurai attire with a pristine white robe. 2. Personality: Determined and focused, with an unwavering sense of purpose. 3. Motivation: Seeking to fulfill his destiny as a warrior and protector of the forest. B. Higashi: 1. Description: Medium-length chestnut brown hair, wearing a dark hooded robe adorned with mysterious symbols. 2. Personality: Mischievous and playful, with a penchant for trickery and cunning. 3. Motivation: Drawn to the forest's secrets and mysteries, seeking to unravel its hidden truths. III. The Encounter A. Kuramoto's Determination: 1. Kuramoto stands tall amidst the ancient trees, his Katana sheathed by his side, ready for action. 2. He senses an intruder in the forest and prepares to confront them with unwavering resolve. B. Higashi's Mischief: 1. Higashi lounges on an ancient tree stump, a sly grin playing on his lips as he observes Kuramoto's approach. 2. He delights in the opportunity to play a trick on the unsuspecting warrior, eager to test his wit against Kuramoto's strength. IV. The Confrontation A. Clash of Personalities: 1. Kuramoto confronts Higashi, his determination unwavering in the face of Higashi's mischief. 2. Higashi taunts Kuramoto with cryptic riddles and illusions, testing the warrior's resolve. B. Unexpected Alliance: 1. Despite their differences, Kuramoto and Higashi find common ground amidst the chaos of the forest. 2. They join forces to unravel the mysteries of the forest, each bringing their unique strengths to the table. V. Unraveling the Mysteries A. Journey into the Unknown: 1. Kuramoto and Higashi embark on a journey deep into the heart of the forest, braving its hidden dangers and challenges. 2. Along the way, they uncover ancient secrets and long-forgotten legends, piecing together the truth of their intertwined destinies. B. Bonds of Friendship: 1. Through their shared adventures and trials, Kuramoto and Higashi forge a deep bond of friendship and mutual respect. 2. They come to realize that their differences are what make them strong, and that together, they can overcome any obstacle. VI. Resolution A. A New Dawn: 1. As the sun rises over the horizon, casting its golden light upon the forest, Kuramoto and Higashi emerge victorious. 2. They stand together, united in purpose and friendship, ready to face whatever challenges the future may hold. B. The Journey Continues: 1. With their newfound bond as allies and companions, Kuramoto and Higashi set off on new adventures, eager to explore the wonders of the world beyond the forest. 2. Theirs is a journey filled with mystery, magic, and the enduring power of friendship. "Divine Rivalry: Sons of Ascendance" is an epic tale of two unlikely allies brought together by fate and bound by destiny. In a world where light and darkness coexist in perfect harmony, Kuramoto and Higashi's journey is a testament to the strength of friendship and the power of unity in the face of adversity.

'And in the midst of scorched land, he stood and sheathed his sword. "You've lost again." The other simply smiled, feral and nothing gentle, "I did."' Being reincarnated is something Lightning had expected, just not with her memories in a completely different world. ~~~ Updates every Thursday

"The plane he was sitting on exploded, the sound resounding in the sky shook the ground, the surrounding glass windows were blown off. He watched in amazement as the plane exploded. Smoke was floating in the sky. " The proportion of people having a plane crash is very small and rarely happens at takeoff. The boy could only helplessly watch his other half die right before his eyes. "Did you know that this is just the beginning"

In the midst of the cold brewing night covered in layers of black cloud The wind could be heard rustling ceaselessly A figure standing on top of a mountain could be seen looking up in the starry sky But the surrounding is covered in a thin layer of fog which covers everything except his face He has the face of a young man filled with dreams and ambition which is not to handsome not to ugly but his eyes... A single eye can show the attitude of a person and a pair of eyes can show the emotion of one Pain, sorrow, grief, joy no matter how a person hide his emotions the eyes reveal everything. But the eyes of the young man is hollow almost as if he can't feel a slither of emotion at all if he wasn't breathing people would think he is a cicada with an empty shell! As the night flows deeper with time the wind flow gets stronger the black cloud starts to fade away revealing the slither of Moonlight that beam upon the mountain slowly revealing it as if unwrapping a gift. Through the thin layer of fog which was slowly fading away along with the cloud revealing the mountain that the young man was standing on. The most distinguishing part about the mountain is that it isn't made out of rocks or dirt instead it is a pile of corpse stacked on top of each other! The young mans clothes is covered in blood which is mostly dried up. On the front of his left hand he is holding a sword that is tucked in his sheath but on the back it is a tattoo. It is red in color with a design of a pentagon surrounded by a circle The tattoo almost looks like it is alive since it is squirming in his hand as if something is trying to escape from inside. Not everyone knows but this tattoo isn't a simple tattoo It is the very symbol that can control the souls of the dead, a key to the devils monastery, and an indication that one is the owner of thousands of dead souls! The Devils Symbol!

A modern man slips into a fantasy world of cultivation similar to novels read in the 21st century Despite 10 years passing, can he grapple his new life in this cultivation world? Will morals and values that shaped the modern era be needed in a world where strength reigns supreme? What about cultivation? Something that was so foreign in the modern world has now become very apparent in this new world, where cultivation shapes society Can he stay true to himself and be the same? Will he be like other cultivators that defy the heavens? Or will he take on a new approach in this cultivation world?

"Welcome to our crazy, twisted world! I'm Jane , but my twin brother, Luca, calls me Jane. And I call him Fluffy (don't ask). We're the heirs to a wealthy family, built on the principles of power, greed, and deception. But that's not the only thing that's messed up. Our parents, the patriarch and matriarch of our family, are not together. Luca: "It's like, they're two different people. Mom's all about the money and power, while Dad's more laid-back and genuine." Jane: "I know, right? at least you are known. It's like they've forgotten about me." But Luca and I have a plan. We're determined to bring our parents together, no matter what it takes. Luca: "We can do it, sis! We just need to figure out what drove them apart and fix it." Jane: "Easy peasy, right? I mean, how hard can it be to fix our parents'?" •́ ‿ ,•̀ As we navigate the treacherous waters of our family's business and personal lives, we must use stealth and cunning to uncover the truth. We'll have to dig deep into our family's secrets, lies, and scandals to find out what really went wrong. Luca: "I'm so sick of all these secrets and lies. Can't we just have a normal family?" Jane: "I know, Fluffy. But we're not going to give up. We're going to fight for our family, no matter what." Will we be able to bring our parents together, or will their differences tear us all apart? Can we overcome our own personal struggles and doubts to achieve our goal? Join us on a journey of love, family, and redemption, as we fight to bring our parents together. It's gonna be a wild ride!"

She's a 10, but she dons her red flags. Props to the men, who gave her the rags. Her actions speak volumes, but he missed every sign she laid. Lost in the noise of games she unknowingly played. Her heart's been a canvas for all their mistakes, Each stroke a reminder of past heartbreaks. Though she shines on the surface, there's more beneath, A story of trust that she struggles to sheath. He sees the glamour, the sparkle, the grace, But overlooks the shadows she can't erase. She’s a 10 with red flags, a masterpiece flawed, Navigating love with the wounds she’s caused.

He always carried an all-white sword with a all-white sheath. When assassinating people he was never seen, wherever he went to fight he would leave a layer of blood red snow behind him. He is the Snow Demon... but he was betrayed.

As the eldest brother, Ezekiel steadfastly believed in his duty to protect and provide for his siblings, always striving to shield them from harm while remaining in the shadows. In the pursuit of peace, he relinquished his mantle of authority. He sacrificed his ambitions to ensure the well-being of his siblings, quietly fading from the allure of power. Yet despite his efforts, Ezekiel couldn't escape the heart-wrenching sight of his youngest brother's blood trickling down, a chilling image under the gleam of an iron sword. Coerced by the threat of violence, he was forced into servitude under the empire's command. But beware the calmest waters, for beneath lies a slumber beast ready to sheath its claws. Fate's cruel hand stirs even the gentlest spirits, awakening a wrath that can rend worlds asunder. ——— "Sanguinem intus, vindictam foris."

[System Online] [Welcome Game Master ] Alec Voldman, also known as Jester, is the strongest living Assassin on Planet E3. And he only needs one final mission to regain the freedom he never had from the seemingly omnipotent Neon Conglomerate, the ruling power of the Galactic Federation. He served as their go-to executioner whenever uprisings emerged within their sphere of influence, and he worked as their spy to counter illegal gangs that threatened to dismantle their iron grip on their territories. Now, it is time for him to sheathe his blade and embrace the life of a normal human being on the Galactic Capital, Planet E3. However, there is more to his purpose than meets the eye. Things go awry when the Game Master System awakens in Alec, and little by little the Mysteries surrounding his purpose na d the secrets hidden by the Neon Conglomerate begin to surface. The Neon Conglomerate which was once his home, becomes his biggest enemy.

"I want to become the strongest man alive, so that I can take down the bandits who killed my mother, and prove my father wrong." He said, reaching to his side and pulling out a long, gracefully encrusted blade. "Hey! You should join my pirate crew!" Madison smiled, bouncing up and down with happiness. "You're a pirate?" Zenith laughed, sliding his sword back into its sheath and grinning down at the excited Dragon girl. "Yep! I'm gonna be the best pirate on the seas! Battling bandits and saving villages!" She explained, staring up at Zenith with a determined smile. "I can't argue with that," he chuckled, feeling a connection to the girl in front of himself, as though the universe was telling him to serve and protect her. "I'm in. Where's your ship?" He asked. "Oh, I don't have one yet." She giggled. "You're my first crew member." "I'm your what!?" He yelled - A band of unlikely heroes sail across the ocean in search of adventure, as well as hope and prosperity. They all have goals that they are chasing after, and wishes which they hope to eventually come true, leading them all to grow as friends and crewmates. Battles against new evils will see them rise in power, while new challenges will often result in an ever increasing crew. Together though, they are unstoppable, loveable and hilarious in ever aspect. __________________ Author's note: This story is based in the same Universe of my friends on going series 'Star Pirates', and both of our stories are combined within the same fantasy world, our stories will interconnect! Search the Young Authors Amino to read his story as well! #StarPirates

"You son of a bitch...how could you?" Arlo spoke, venom in his voice. "I was doin it to protect da town." His uncle replied, staring down the young smith. "Ill kill you if she gets hurt." Arlo drew the strange blade from its sheath, and his uncle nearly dropped once he spotted it. "Where did you get that?" His voice quivered in fear. ----------------- Also was a humble blacksmith, no fear in life as no real trouble came to him, until the day that girl stumbled in. Thats when his life was changed forever. Now, thrust into a war he never wanted to take part in, he must recover the power of his ancient ancestor, hoping that it will save the world. With the help of fellow outcasts Etsui, Hunter, and Raye, his path becomes a brutal and bloodfueled rampage throughout the world of Olerynn. But in the end, will any of this matter?