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Untouchable Bakudeku

Descent of The Fallen Treant

Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more. At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt. It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances. Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared… The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness… Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight. The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene. They all unified and came to an agreement. They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might. Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War. For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words: "You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle… We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder… There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it. And so, we had no other choice but to get involved. We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under… The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one. In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought… Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive. That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck." The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation. And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised. The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return. There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone! All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch! Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength. While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War. As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.
Storyteller_0 · 17.5K Views

Eclipsing Fate

In the sprawling world of Aeterna, where celestial forces shape destiny and the echoes of ancient wars still whisper in the wind, two souls from vastly different worlds are bound by fate. Kaelen Duskbane, a survivor of the slums, has known nothing but struggle, scraping by in the shadows of a society that has cast him aside. Lyra Solavere, a revered Saint of Light, has spent her life embracing divinity, offering comfort to the lost and forsaken. Opposites - shadow and light, destruction and salvation. Yet, destiny has chosen them to walk the same path. When Kaelen is drawn to the Sanctuary, a sacred place untouched by time, he begins to uncover pieces of a past he never knew existed. An ancient prophecy, long buried beneath the ruins of war, speaks of a being who will bring balance or ruin to Aeterna. As he delves deeper into the mysteries of his own origins, visions of forgotten battles and celestial beings haunt his every step. Meanwhile, Lyra faces trials within the church, as they seek to control her growing power, fearing the truth of what she represents. Her path collides with Kaelen’s in ways neither could have anticipated, forcing them to confront a bond that transcends mere coincidence. Their celestial artifacts - Nightfang and Dawnbringer - resonate with each other, awakening forces that had lain dormant for millennia. But Aeterna is on the brink of chaos. Orin Vash, a ruthless underworld leader, seeks vengeance against Kaelen, while an enigmatic figure known only as The Veilborn stirs in the depths of the abyss, waiting for the balance of light and shadow to break. The world is not what it seems, and the line between salvation and destruction is far thinner than either of them imagined. As Kaelen and Lyra struggle to control the powers within them, the weight of fate presses heavily upon their shoulders. Their choices will determine the course of history, and with the veil between realms growing weaker, time is running out. Will they become the harbingers of salvation or the architects of Aeterna’s undoing? The Eternal Resonance has begun, and there is no turning back.
Crimson221 · 972 Views

Captured by shadows

(WARNING; R18+/ Matured Content) In the dazzling world of haute couture, Alessandra Ricci reigns supreme. A supermodel adored by millions, she commands runways and magazine covers with effortless grace. But behind the glamor lies a woman trapped in gilded chains, bound by duty to marry Luca Corsini, her family’s golden son and a billionaire untouched by their mafia ties. Matteo Corsini, the dark horse of the Corsini family, thrives in the shadows of the underworld. Ruthless and unapologetically dangerous, he’s carved his own empire within the mafia, far removed from Luca’s pristine world. Yet when Alessandra enters his life, she disrupts the order Matteo clings to. Her fiery independence and unapologetic spirit ignite a forbidden passion he cannot deny. For Alessandra, Matteo is everything she shouldn’t want—a man steeped in darkness and danger, the opposite of her safe, predictable fiancé. But the intensity of his gaze and the unspoken understanding between them pull her into a world she’s tried to avoid. As tensions rise, Viktor Castellano, Matteo’s closest ally and confidant, becomes both a voice of reason and a mirror to Matteo’s struggles. Their bond, forged in the fires of loyalty and shared battles, is tested as Matteo’s obsession with Alessandra threatens to blur the lines between family loyalty and personal desire. In a world where alliances are fragile and betrayal is deadly, Matteo must choose between his devotion to Alessandra and his loyalty to the Corsini name. Will their love be worth the price of war, or will it destroy them all? Captured by Shadows is a seductive tale of ambition, betrayal, and a love too fierce to resist, set against the backdrop of high fashion and mafia intrigue.
Sienna_voss · 4.4K Views

Eclipsed By Fate

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?
Nephthys_Selene · 404K Views

The Witch’s Vow

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.
Ashe_world · 2.1K Views

Rise of the rogue queen

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.
44Fa · 9.8K Views

Accidental Supreme: My System’s Lies Keep Fooling the Heavens

When Qin Chen woke up, he found himself in an isolated mountain retreat, inhabiting the body of a mysterious "expert" who had supposedly undergone rebirth. However, the truth was shocking—this legendary figure never existed! His Sign-In System had fabricated an entire backstory, claiming he was a hidden supreme being. Yet, no one in the cultivation world had ever heard of him! While his body's lost strength was mysteriously returning, there was just one problem: Qin Chen had no sense of Qi! For a whole year, he lived peacefully in the mountains, assuming he was just a powerless mortal. Little did he know that: His casual woodcutting split the void. His lazy fishing summoned divine beasts. His random meals contained celestial enlightenment. And with each daily sign-in, his system dropped world-defying treasures into his lap—divine scriptures, immortal pills, artifacts beyond even god-tier cultivators, all of which he dismissed as “nice decorations.” But the world wouldn't leave him alone forever. One day, a lost saintess stumbled upon his mountain, mistook his simple lifestyle for the ultimate Dao, and word spread like wildfire. Suddenly, goddesses, sect leaders, and divine empresses were flocking to his doorstep, desperate for his “profound guidance.” Qin Chen: "I'm just a guy trying to enjoy life! Why do they keep worshiping me?!" With no ability to sense or control his power, yet feared by all as an untouchable supreme, Qin Chen’s accidental legend begins!
Cybshu · 501 Views

Gods Betrayed Me So I Made Them As Sx Slaves

David was once a man of wealth and prestige, living a seemingly perfect life. But beneath the surface of success, betrayal festered like a wound waiting to be torn open. The wife he adored, the brother he trusted, and the family he sacrificed for all turned against him. Their treachery destroyed not only his spirit but his body—leaving him crippled, abandoned, and with nothing left to live for. In his final act of defiance, David orchestrated their deaths, yet vengeance did little to heal the wounds carved deep into his soul. With nothing left, he welcomed the abyss, ending his own existence… only to awaken anew. Reborn in a realm beyond mortality, David found himself in a divine world ruled by celestial beings—the very gods who had watched him suffer without mercy. But he was no longer the broken man they had ignored. He was something else. Something darker. Something far more powerful. With his memories intact and new abilities awakening, David vowed to shatter the hierarchy of the divine. He would bring the gods to their knees, enslaving them, bending them to his will, and exacting the ultimate retribution upon those who had forsaken him. He would turn the divine realm into his personal dominion of vengeance, where once-mighty deities would serve, obey, and kneel before their new master. But in his quest for ultimate power, will he remain a man seeking justice, or will he become a monster greater than the gods themselves? Author’s Thought: Inspired by Reverse Insanity, I aim to craft scenarios far darker and more twisted than even Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the Great Love Immortal Venerable, has ever devised. I will depict the truest nature of humanity—its rawest instincts, its deepest desires, and the relentless pursuit of power. Through this story, I shall showcase the essence of a truly living being—one unshackled by morality, untouched by mercy, and driven solely by the will to survive and dominate.
Darkpath · 11.7K Views
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