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Phantom Covenant: Rise of the Spiritbound

#DARKFANTASY #FANTASY #SUPERNATURAL #URBANFANTASY In a world where the dead refuse to rest, the living are left to fear what lurks beyond the veil. For centuries, humanity has believed all spirits are vengeful, mindless entities seeking destruction. But the truth is far more dangerous. Some spirits exist to devour, to corrupt, to break the boundaries between life and death. Yet others—those bound by fate—offer power beyond imagination to those they deem worthy. Arman never wanted to be a hero. A loner by nature, he kept his head down, avoiding trouble, living a life that meant nothing to anyone but himself. But all of that changed the day he became bound to a force beyond comprehension. Now, with an ancient spirit entwined with his very soul, he is thrust into a hidden war waged in the shadows—a battle between those who harness the power of the dead and those who seek to twist it into something monstrous. As ancient forces stir and the boundaries between the worlds begin to crack, Arman is faced with an impossible truth: the power within him is not just a gift, but a curse that could consume him if he fails to control it. With enemies lurking in every shadow and an unseen force pulling the strings, he must uncover the origins of this power, the secrets hidden in the echoes of the past, and the role he is meant to play in a war that has raged for centuries. Because if he fails—if he falls—this war won’t just claim his soul. It will unravel reality itself. A journey of power, fate, and the unseen begins… but is Arman truly ready for what lies ahead?
CelestialWordsmith · 3.4K Views

The Original Character Lives in the Fanfic World

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"
callciel_rin · 20.7K Views

UnHero: The Crowned Phantom

In a world where the unseen weaves fate and power is both a blessing and a curse, the awakened are called Phantoms—warriors bound to the spirits, their strength the only shield between humanity and annihilation. Long ago, when the Wraithborn first descended—eldritch horrors that slithered from the void beyond existence—humanity stood at the edge of ruin. The skies darkened, cities crumbled, and no blade nor bullet could harm these spectral abominations. Then came the First Call—whispers from the Spiritscape, a realm beyond mortal comprehension. Those who heard it awakened as phantoms, wielding power borrowed from spirits unseen, pushing back the darkness and carving the first fragile dawn of survival. But survival had a price. Phantoms became the weapons of the world. The Regency regulated the phantoms, dictating their purpose: to fight or be discarded. Yet among them stood the Crowned Phantoms, legends of their kind, those who had ascended beyond the ordinary, commanding the Spiritscape with unrivaled mastery. They were kings among warriors, epitomes of power, the history of the ones revered. Countless yearned to be crowned, to stand above all, to forge their names in eternity. Kael Veyne wanted none of it. Awakened at the age of three—far too young, far too dangerous—Kael understood what others refused to see. Power was not glory. Power was chained. The world loved its heroes when they won but discarded them the moment they failed. He watched as Phantoms bled, as the Regency dictated their lives, as those who sought greatness were crushed under the weight of expectation. So he made a choice. He hid. For years, he lived in the shadows, using his power only to protect himself, refusing to be another cog in the machine. He wanted a quiet life, a life that was his. But fate is never kind to those who defy it. A single moment—an unseen ripple in the fabric of destiny—threatens to unravel everything. The Wraithborn are changing stronger, and no longer bound by the laws that once held them back. The Spiritscape stirs, its whispers louder than ever. The Regency is watching. And in the depths of the unseen world, an ancient prophecy murmurs of an emperor who walks between realms, commanding the spirits themselves. Kael has spent his life running from the inevitable. But when the tide rises and the world begins to shift, when all eyes turn toward him—will he remain a ghost in the crowd… or will the Spirit Emperor rise?
Helixj · 1.3K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1M Views

Rebirth of the Hated Character

With every move of her hands and every batting of her lashes, Selene was able to captivate the world with her delicate beauty. She was the "Queen of Showbiz," the beloved of the Castillo family, unlike Keira, the ugly duckling of the family. It didn't matter the context or truth behind the issue, Keira was to be blamed by everyone. "Selene can do no wrong! How can such a delicate, fragile thing think ill of someone? It must be Keira who is making up lies!" "How dare you cause your sister to become sick! Receive your punishment!" Such words were a norm for Keira. The place she called home was Hell's Gate, and the people she called family were poisonous demons. Her life was filled with blame and abuse hurled by her sister's supporters. She was schemed against, attacked, and ruined to the point of no return. The last nine months of her life were the worst. Her insomnia had developed into Sporadic Fatal Insomnia, causing her to lose weight as she suffered consistent sleepless nights. At the age of 23, Keira Castillo passed away alone in her dingy apartment. Her final moments were filled with dread as she begged and prayed to whichever god was listening. "If only I had one more chance..." To her delight, she had regressed to when she was 18. 'The man you love? I'm taking him. The title 'Queen of Showbiz'? That's also mine. Everything you gained from stepping all over me, I will take. My dear Selene, I will play you in the palms of my hands and live my life the way I was supposed to.'
YuaLinn · 243.1K Views

Phantom Warfare

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."
Emad_Sadiq · 3.4K Views
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