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Forging A Kingdom From Ruin

In a world where three mighty empires circle like vultures around the dying Kingdom of Eldoria, Prince Silas Cinder awakens with the memories of Kael Victor - a brilliant 21st-century engineer who died in an earthquake. Trapped in the frail body of the "Cursed Prince," Silas must use his modern knowledge and analytical mind to save a realm that seems doomed to conquest or collapse. With only 42,000 citizens remaining, an empty treasury, and enemies on all borders, Eldoria appears to be beyond salvation. But Silas sees potential where others see only decay. Using principles of engineering and systematic thinking, he begins to transform not just the kingdom's infrastructure, but its very approach to survival. From learning to manage his crippling health condition through innovative sword aura techniques to proposing unprecedented diplomatic solutions with the surrounding empires, Silas must prove that intelligence and determination can triumph over raw power. His vision at first: to forge Eldoria into a neutral center of innovation that serves all three empires while maintaining its independence. But can a sickly prince with revolutionary ideas survive long enough to see his kingdom transformed? And will the people of Eldoria trust their future to a ruler who thinks more like an engineer than a traditional monarch? This is the story of how the weakest prince of the weakest kingdom began building something that could stand for a thousand years.
Malinote · 11.5K Views

My five ghostly husbands

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+
dYdairy_002 · 862K Views

The Scion of Ruin

Heaven-Defying Asura Li Shen is nothing more than a slave, despised and broken, a mere handyman in the prestigious Azure Cloud Sect. Unknown to all, he carries the cursed blood of the annihilated Heaven Destruction Clan, a lineage whose three patriarchs once dared to defy Heaven's Will. This forbidden heritage manifests as the Heaven Asura Destruction Body, a dormant power that renders him seemingly talentless in Qi Cultivation, constantly suppressed by the very essence of the world. His only path to power, and to full awakening, lies in the brutal consumption of demon-corrupted cultivators, whose blood feeds his unique constitution. When his former masters, the Blackwood Noble Clan, are decimated by a savage raid of these demon-corrupted forces, Li Shen, in a desperate struggle for survival, slays his first corrupted foe. This act triggers the faint stirrings of his terrifying potential, pushing him from victim to survivor. Rescued by the Azure Cloud Sect, he endures the scorn of the Handyman Elder Guo and the cosmic hindrance of Heaven Suppression, secretly honing his Blade Cultivation – the only path where his innate talent can flourish. His desperate goals are clear: achieve power for survival, exact revenge for his clan's downfall, gain recognition in a world that despises him, and, most crucially, procreate to ensure the continuation of his unique, heaven-defying bloodline. Li Shen's opportunity arises when he heroically saves the Grand Elder of the Outer Court, elevating him to an Outer Disciple and granting him access to the crucial "demon cleansing missions." Through these perilous missions, he ruthlessly hunts and absorbs the blood of countless demon-corrupted cultivators, rapidly awakening his Heaven Asura Destruction Body. His cultivation explodes, allowing him to easily comprehend Dao and identify the flaws in any technique, making him an unstoppable force. His ascent, however, is not without cost. Forced to flee the ruins of his temporary home, Li Shen finds himself thrust into the chaotic expanse of the Immortal Realm, where the true scale of the cosmic conflict is revealed. Here, he discovers the existence of the Heaven Will Judgment Clan, the enforcers of Heaven's dictates, who were directly responsible for the annihilation of his ancestors and now seek to finish off his bloodline. He also finds himself embroiled in a grand struggle against a powerful Demon Sovereign, whose influence spans realms and whose forces represent the very beings Li Shen has been consuming. His journey becomes a furious quest to not only survive and exact revenge on his oppressors but to challenge the very fabric of cosmic law. He cultivates beyond the known limits, pushing his Heaven Asura Destruction Body to its peak, defying all odds. In a climactic, realm-shattering confrontation, Li Shen, alongside his descendants – born from his desperate drive to procreate and imbued with his unique heritage – wages war against the Heaven Will Judgment Clan and clashes with the Demon Sovereign. In the end, Li Shen and his burgeoning Heaven Asura Destruction Clan triumph. The Heaven Will Judgment Clan is utterly annihilated, their reign ended, and the oppressive grasp of Heaven's Will is shattered. The world, no longer bound by cosmic tyranny, shifts, and a new era dawns, one where the Heaven Asura Destruction Clan reigns supreme, its legacy forged in blood, defiance, and the ultimate triumph over fate.
longrunhen · 1.5K Views

NIGHTS OF HALLOW

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.
Amzy_Bella · 1M Views

MASTERPIECE OF RUIN

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.
Expressive_Potatoe · 11.6K Views
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