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Dragon Age Circle Of Magi

Geometric Mage: First Spell, Circle

Hey guys, if you Like the novel, do not forget to follow me on Instagram. All the characters of the novel are there. Would you like to see Torren's appearance? Go there! IG: geometric_mage --- “Hey monster, you're not ready for this blow, but I don't give a shit!!” said Lian as he drew a circle inside another circle in his mind. Then, a few seconds later, a fireball as big as a house hit a monster just over 4 meters tall... It was a waste of resources, but it was damn fun! “BOOM!!!” he said as the fireball reached the monster, covering it entirely. The excitement on his face was palpable as his clothes and hair fluttered from the power generated by the impact. [Accuracy: 97%] “Tsk, it's really hard to achieve 100% accuracy when casting spells... that just means I have to do better!” Meanwhile, the monster and the entire area around him was destroyed. The crater was huge, flames burned the ground, and ash mixed with dust covered the air. --- In a world full of Gates, Mages and Knights work together to defend humanity from extinction Lian, a boy from a small town, awakens a very... unique system. Casting spells by drawing strange shapes in his mind had become normal for him by now. Thanks to the system, he had become a Mage, a human capable of using mana to cast spells. Facing monsters from the Gates had become routine. Studying magic was a pastime. After all, he had the System, he didn't need to study classical magic. Or maybe not...
Giuseppe_Marcucci · 28.2K Views

From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)

In a world devastated by an unforgiving apocalypse, Qing Xia struggles against a life filled with despair. Surrounded by the suffocating remnants of society—polluted air, barren land, and the haunted expressions of humanity—he often envies those who have found peace in death, escaping the relentless suffering of existence. Yet, the memory of his family's sacrifice fuels his determination to endure, making him one of the last survivors in a landscape of desolation. But fate has other plans. During a routine mission, Qing Xia’s life abruptly ends, or so he believes. To his shock, he awakens reborn as an idol on the brink of obscurity, a mere shadow in a vibrant world. Eager for a second chance, he seeks solace in a newfound identity, yearning for a life filled with simple pleasures. However, tranquility slips through his fingers as he is thrust into an unexpected chaos—a variety show that pulls him into the heart of danger, where secret agents, ruthless hitmen, and shadowy figures lurk. With every step, the weight of his dreams collides with a reality he never wished to face. As he grapples with relentless uncertainty, Sian realizes that the struggle for peace may lead him deeper into turmoil. In this haunting journey, can he carve out a destiny in a world that seems determined to tear him apart? The winds of fate do not blow as one wishes, and with shadows closing in, every moment counts. ---------------------------- Black box: Someone: "Darling, help me deal with these people." Sian: "Stay away from me. I have nothing to do with you or them." Someone, with fake tears: "Darling, I’m hurt. Come kiss me here, and the pain will go away." Sian, holding a military knife: "Does it hurt there? How about I just cut it off for you?" Someone, stripping Sian’s clothes: "Darling, you look so beautiful when you’re angry. I can’t take it anymore." Sian: "Go to hell! Ah—ahh! Stop it—stop! That hurts! Quit biting me, you damn dog!" --------------------------------------- COVER by my Sensei : Aurimas_Pazikas ---------------------------------------     Dear readers, welcome to an exciting adventure! This is a captivating BL novel filled with +18 scenes that add a spark of joy and love and some sadness. If you’re open to exploring vibrant stories and vibrant connections, dive right in to accompany our Angel, the MC " Sian," on his journey in this new world.
EratoChronicles · 659.8K Views

Ananta: The Age Of Unknown.

In the ashes of a devastating world war that wiped out half of humanity and shattered all advanced technology, Earth has regressed into a fractured land ruled by kings, warlords, and shadowy forces. In the year 2170, empires rise again — not through machines, but through ancient power, martial might, and forgotten legacies. In the humble village of Whiskey, in the oppressed nation of Valmora, lives Ananta, a kind-hearted 13-year-old boy, unaware of the storm that’s about to claim his world. When his family is torn apart in a brutal raid led by twisted rangers, and his mother sacrifices herself in a blaze of divine fire, Ananta’s life changes forever. Her final act awakens whispers of an ancient truth — the return of the mythical clan, guardians of the Golden Age who once ruled Earth with divine power. But this is only the beginning. As Ananta sets out on a journey across divided continents and broken nations, he discovers a world haunted by cruelty disguised as culture — where people worship murder, embrace slavery, and sacrifice their own in the name of twisted beliefs. Behind it all looms an invisible darkness, pulling strings from the shadows: a force that wants to erase hope, silence truth, and stop anyone from discovering the forgotten history of Earth and the divine weapons it hides. What begins as a quest for truth and survival becomes a war that spans heavens, hells, and far-off realms of the universe. From rebels to boon hunters, dark kings to god-summoned warriors, Ananta and his allies must challenge fate, conquer inner demons, and awaken powers buried deep within bloodlines. Because that clan are not just a myth. They are the last hope of humanity. And Ananta may be the flame that ignites them once more.
samonster_110 · 2.8K Views

Rebirth of the Cannon Fodder in the Entertainment Circle

Luo Ning, a cannon fodder female supporting character in a celebrity circle's group pet novel, gets a rerun of life—this time she refuses to be the cannon fodder! Haters clamor: "Luo Ning is just a vase, bad at singing, dancing, and acting; always riding on top celebrities' coattails to generate heat, first-class in everything but talent except for her looks." Later, when Luo Ning who excels in singing and dancing, skilled in musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting, survival skills, gourmet cooking, and also proficient in drawing talismans and fortune-telling appears before the public—extremely beautiful, highly intelligent, and with explosive acting skills. Haters are convinced: "Sister, I can do it!!!" Suddenly, one day a bombshell hits social media. A photo of the mysterious film emperor Lu Xun kissing Luo Ning's cheek surfaces, igniting a whirlwind of scandals across major headlines. Fans and onlookers do not believe it, "Impossible! The photo must be positioned in a misleading way, Luo Ning wants to cling to the film emperor for hype again, shamelessly chasing for popularity and traffic!" Before Luo Ning could respond, the usually low-key Lu Xun clarifies first. @LuXunV: The photo wasn't positioned misleadingly; the shameless one is me! Following this, everyone witnesses the film emperor changing styles daily on social media, showing off his love; either showcasing the cuisine made by Luo Ning or her beautiful photographs. Fans and the public are stunned, never expecting such a demeanor from the film emperor...
Blue White Plaids · 1.6M Views

The Age of Martial Enlightenment.

In the beginning, mankind was weak. Prey to beasts, to plague, to the winds and whims of the heavens. Kingdoms rose and fell like sandcastles at the edge of a storm-tossed sea. Swords rusted. Kings bled. No one was beyond death. But then came the Nine Pillars. Forged in the twilight of the ancient world by nameless sages who pierced the secrets of heaven and earth, the Pillars were not structures of stone, but of spirit, flesh, and will. They were paths—painful, ruthless, divine paths—by which a mortal might climb beyond the chains of his body and seize dominion over it. The First Pillar, Strength Refinement, marked the beginning of the path. For ten years, a cultivator would temper their raw might until their muscles became as iron and their blows could break boulders. From there, the path only grew steeper. Flesh Refinement hardened skin into armor. Muscle Refinement made each sinew a coiled spring of destruction. Tendon Refinement—the Fourth Pillar—turned movement into mastery, footstep into flight, swordplay into something near divine. And beyond that? Bone, Organ, Marrow, Blood, and finally, Meridian Refinement—the ninth and last Pillar—was said to bestow eternal life, peerless power, and the ability to shatter mountains with a breath. At its peak stood the Martial Emperors, titans in human form. Yet such beings were as rare as phoenixes. Each Pillar demanded a toll of decades—forty years for the Fourth, ninety for the Ninth—but time given was returned a hundredfold. A cultivator aged slower, lived longer, endured more. But few ever had the resolve—or the years—to climb far. This was the Age of Martial Enlightenment, where kingdoms no longer measured greatness by armies or coin, but by the strength of their cultivators. Martial sects rivaled noble houses. Swordsmen wandered the land like demigods. The strong dictated truth, and the weak obeyed.
AshuraDaoLord · 7.1K Views
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