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Leo Will And Grace

Will of chaos

The Mc reincarnates in a world of magic and adventure as a Leech, follow his adventure in this mysterious and exciting world as he goes from the weakest creature to the shadow being that everyone is afraid of. Will he pursue the path of strength alone? Or without realizing it he will become the king of the greatest empire that ever lived. ----------------------------------------------‐---------------‐-------------------------------------- This is my first story and English is not my native language, I am using Google translator to translate the story for me, I accept opinions and questions in the comments for this week's chapter.-------‐--------‐----------------------------------------------------------------- I intend to make this a long story so all the development of the Mc and the world will be slow for a proper construction, be warned. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know the first few chapters have some errors, but I've improved my writing as I progressed through the story, after 10 chapters there won't be that many errors. ----------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------------‐--‐---- Please vote for the tags. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tags: Male protagonist, non-human protagonist, evolution, adventure, action, harém, fantasy.
Pendragon_DNT · 2.3M Views

The Will of Threads

Prologue: The Loom of Fate In the beginning, darkness reigned—an endless void untouched by time. From that void, a single thread of light emerged, weaving itself into the fabric of reality. This became the Loom of Fate, the source of all willpower and the beginning of all things. Hidden from mortal reach, the Loom weaves the lives of all beings, connecting destinies across time and space. It is said that those who can see its threads can manipulate reality itself, but only with unyielding belief—the essence of willpower. In Eryndor, belief is power. It binds the Threads of Fate, shaping destiny and defying the inevitable. Those who master this power become the Knights of the Thread—guardians whose belief is so strong that it forges their willpower into tangible threads. These threads weave around them like armor, enhancing their strength, speed, and skill. Yet, even among the Knights, twelve beings known as the Saints stand above all, their willpower so absolute that they shape reality itself. But power invites darkness. In the shadows, Warpers seek to corrupt the threads, bending reality to their will. They are the antithesis of the Knights, wielding willpower not as guardians, but as manipulators. Thus, the battle for the Loom rages on, an eternal struggle between creation and corruption, destiny and defiance. Amidst this chaos, a young man stands at the crossroads of fate. Magnus Alaric Seymour, born of noble blood yet hidden from the world, carries within him the legacy of the strongest Knights. His grandparents are among the five unknown Rank 17 Knights, the closest to the Loom, and his parents are Rank 16 Knights, their willpower unmatched by all but the Saints. Yet, Magnus knows nothing of his lineage. To him, the Loom is a legend, and the Knights are heroes of myth. All he knows is the burning desire within him—the yearning to protect, to grow stronger, to find his purpose in a world where power defines existence. His journey is intertwined with others, including Eulalia Persephone Abla, a fallen noblewoman whose strength and sorrow mirror his own. To her, Magnus is a wanderer, a man of mystery and quiet resolve. She tells him they can marry if he becomes a Knight, igniting a fire within him that strengthens his willpower threads. But the truth of his lineage could shatter everything they hold dear. The Loom watches, its threads weaving the tapestry of life, destiny, and willpower. In its web lies a prophecy—a whisper of change, of chaos, of a Knight who will either save the world or bring it to ruin. Magnus’s journey begins now, a journey of belief and sacrifice, of love and loss, of struggle and triumph. He will face beasts born of nightmares, warriors of unimaginable strength, and enemies who wield the threads of reality itself. He will confront the darkness within him, the fear of failure, and the weight of his legacy. But above all, he must learn the truth—that destiny is not given, but forged. And the threads of his willpower will either break or become unbreakable. For in the world of Eryndor, belief is everything. And Magnus Alaric Seymour must learn to believe in himself before he can shape his destiny. The Loom of Fate awaits, its threads whispering his name. And the tapestry of his life is yet to be woven.
TheShadowScholar · 4.5K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 6.3K Views

Reincarnated As Earths Will

What happen if you reincarnate a dying Male astronaut as Earth-Chan? Well in this story, This particular astronaut will experiencing it first hand! Alien had come to challenge the Earths Will? Planet System activated when she felt helpless? Indeed, in this story alien want to enslave Humanity's but the galactic council stopped them as it wasn't a fair fight, and so they challenge their Home Planets Will or Consciousness on a one-on-one battle with their own Home Planets Will or Consciousness. Basically, two planets avatar are fighting against each other in some sort of arena or something. Make sense right? If it doesn't then it will make sense once you read the story. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [Warning to all readers] The so called explanation, and scientific stuff are Bullshit, and Nonsense, don't listen to it at all, if you see an explanation of the Earths Core or something else like the Earths Will, then don't listen to it, cause its all bullshit! A/N: I saw Earth-Chan holding a Recycle sign on Pinterest, and my mind was like. 'Badass Earth-Chan VS Every Single, Alien Planet in existence' A/N: I don't know if I was drunk or what, because who the hell would come up with this stupid ideas? when they saw Earth-Chan holding a Recycle sign??? A/N: Yeah, I was definitely drunk at the time.. A/N: English is my second language, please don't mind the grammar mistake, and the book cover is not mine if your the owner and want me to take it down, then sure I replace it with something else instead.
Damn_That_Is_Crazy · 2.2K Views
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