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A Broken Throne Of Bronze

Corrupted Throne

In a realm shrouded by relentless mist and ancient curses, Hollowveil Village stands as a spectral monument to forgotten horrors. At the Northern Gate, a ghostly monk—his face hidden behind tattered bandages, his form suspended in eerie blue energy—haunts the threshold with a chilling, broken whistling reminiscent of a lullaby gone horribly wrong. When the village’s night is pierced by the brutal massacre of its soldiers—a scene of severed heads, blood-soaked uniforms, and erratic, mind-controlled villagers—the supernatural terror begins to bleed into every corner of this cursed land. Meanwhile, at Bastionspire Fortress, the story shifts to the rigorous training grounds where promising warriors such as Duke, Drex, Jack, Touka, and Samaira push themselves to the brink. Here, raw ambition and the mysterious power of Kendra Energy collide in explosive combat—each punch and parry charged with otherworldly force and the promise of latent potential. Their gritty battles, filled with raw dialogue and hard-fought victories, build up not only their skills but also the mounting tension of an impending mission. As whispers of disappearances and long-forgotten tragedies surface, a devastating assignment is announced: to investigate Hollowveil Village—a place rumored to be cursed ever since a natural disaster claimed hundreds of lives centuries ago. In the midst of this, sinister figures emerge: masked assassins led by the corrupt and calculating Boss Dango, whose oily charm masks a ruthless hunger for profit and power. These operatives, working from the shadows, orchestrate a twisted mining operation deep within cavernous, abandoned passages beneath the village—a dark enterprise that hints at a larger conspiracy and forces the characters into a confrontation with forces beyond mortal control. Haunted by unspeakable rituals, the persistent echo of a monk’s whistle, and the tragic survival of men like Rhett—who claws himself from the grave to warn his comrades—the narrative weaves together elements of high-octane martial prowess, horror, and supernatural mystery. As both the disciplined soldiers and the enslaved villagers find themselves caught in a cycle of death, betrayal, and occult manipulation, every step toward uncovering Hollowveil’s secrets carries the weight of destiny and despair. “BLOOD IN THE FOG: THE WHISTLER OF HOLLOWVEIL” is a relentless journey through a world where courage battles corruption, ancient curses resurface, and the dead never truly rest. Every whispered lullaby hides a scream; every flash of Kendra energy is a spark of hope amid inevitable darkness.
_nikki_69 · 32K Views

Eyes Of Broken Lilies

Every villain here was once a broken hero’s child; every villain, once tender enough to be broken. They rose to protect, yet destroyed what they loved with trembling hands. Love itself became the blade softly pressed to the throat, cutting slow as devotion turned to curse. In the hush between vows and betrayal, power and longing entwined— a bond so deep it rotted every soul it touched. Each tale begins gently, with hope cupped in trembling palms. But darkness follows in the wake of every choice, and every whispered vow carries a blade at the throat. The heroes are no saints; the villains no monsters. Only broken children, grown into creatures of legend, destined to tear down and rebuild their world—again and again. This is no garden of saints or demons—only burning kings and bruised hearts. Where every promise bruises, every silence poisons, and every legend must bleed before it lives. A psychological dark fantasy where love battles madness, desire hides danger, and the line between victim and villain disappears. Genres: Dark Fantasy • Psychological • Supernatural • Emotional BL • Super slow burn • Mixed culture (mainly Chinese & Japanese) • Worldwide (Warning: Mature themes, trauma, and sensual tension. Not your typical BL.) — This is not a story about lust. It is about scars, soul ties, and dangerous longing. Expect hurt, healing, hauntingly beautiful. “Eyes talk louder than the tongue.” — Eyes of Broken Lilies : the untamed “Who do I call black and white... when both hide each other beneath?” — The white masked as black “After raising you hidden inside this Baiyun and carrying the weight of this crown ribbon... this is what you return to me as a father?” — The Golden Crown Ribbon ◇ Author & Main Character’s words: “Don’t hold me if you know you won’t hold me forever.” Because sometimes, letting go hurts even more than never holding at all. When you let go, it’s not just the body that falls—but the heart that shatters. If you truly choose to stay, then stay… And I promise I’ll stay by your side too—even if I sometimes disappear for days or years because of my real life struggles. I will always remember every silent love you give me now… and in the future—just as the big authors before me, like MXTX, once did. But if not—kindly feel and deeply think before stepping in… Because this isn’t just a hobby for me as it may be for others. It’s my heart. ♡
YanYeXin · 15K Views

Bride of the Forgotten Throne

In a kingdom ruled by vampires, peace between rival blood clans is fragile—held together by an ancient pact requiring the vampire High Lord, Dorian Veyr, to take seven brides, one from each clan, every hundred years. This time, however, Dorian has a secret. He doesn't care for politics, nor for the war-thirsty nobles that circle like vultures. He only wants her—Kaelira, the sixth bride. But Kaelira isn't who she seems. A commoner posing as a noble, she's been trained since childhood to infiltrate the palace and assassinate the High Lord. Her people have lived in the shadows, suffering under vampire rule, and she’s their last hope. She’s meant to kill him on their wedding night and disappear into legend. What Kaelira never expected was to find herself drawn to Dorian- his kindness, his loneliness, his terrifying beauty… and the way he looks at her as if he’s known her forever. Because he has. Centuries ago, Kaelira lived another life as the mortal woman who betrayed Dorian and sparked a civil war that nearly destroyed the vampire race. Reborn with no memory of who she once was, she now finds herself caught in a deadly tangle of past and present, love and vengeance. But the seventh bride is arriving and she’s not a pawn. She’s a weapon. As betrayal brews and ancient prophecies awaken, Kaelira must make an impossible choice: fulfill her mission and kill the only man who’s ever truly loved her, or protect him, and watch the world burn.
PerryEllis · 4.2K Views

Lord of the Celestial Throne

His fate was predetermined, fight, defend, and perish with the stars, a mere cog in the great machinery of creation. But something within him resisted this cruel fate. A seed of defiance sprouted in his heart, whispering of freedom. He sought a way to transcend the cosmic chains to escape, to defy destiny, to seize freedom at any cost. As a mortal, he felt the agony of watching his loved ones wither and die, powerless to stop the decay of time. He wept for children, lovers, friends. As an emperor, he conquered kingdoms and wielded unimaginable power, only to be betrayed by those he trusted most, dragged from his throne, and executed in shame. As a beggar, he wandered the streets, starving and shivering under the cold gaze of uncaring gods. As a villain, he became the monster in stories told to frighten children, burning cities, drowning nations in blood, only to be hunted and killed by the heroes of those same tales. As a saint, he gave everything, his wealth, his strength, his life to others, only to discover that gratitude was fleeting and the world did not remember the sacrifices of the righteous. But, Every failure, every death, every betrayal, they were nothing but steps on a long, infinite path. And the path had only one direction, up, through the layers of existence, through the fabric of reality itself. No prison could contain him. No curse could hold him. His heart whispered one thing to him, a truth carved into his soul and that is to move forward. Always forward. Because he was Li Shenrong, the Lord of the Celestial Throne.
Handsome_chicken · 84.9K Views
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