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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 · 2.6K Views

The Last of Ancient Magic

“En mi primera vida, fui un prisionero del destino: una existencia breve, consumida por una enfermedad que me arrebató la oportunidad de soñar, explorar o simplemente vivir. Pero mi final no fue realmente el final. Desperté en un mundo completamente diferente, uno donde la magia reina, los reinos se alzan y caen, y los secretos ancestrales susurran en las sombras. Renací como Alexander Hemingway, hijo de un guerrero legendario y una maga sin igual, en el seno de una familia noble destinada a la grandeza. Sin embargo, el maná, el pilar de este mundo, me negó su favor. Marcado como un “amorfo,” incapaz de usar la magia como los demás, soy una anomalía en una sociedad donde el poder mágico define el valor de una persona. Pero mi historia no será dictada por el destino ni por las expectativas ajenas. Aunque este mundo me rechace, estoy decidido a forjar mi propio camino. Porque, en lo profundo de mi ser, hay algo diferente. Algo antiguo. Algo que ni los magos más poderosos pueden comprender. Mientras navego por este mundo (una academia mágica donde se forja la élite del imperio, intrigas nobles que se ocultan tras sonrisas, y una magia perdida que parece llamarme) debo enfrentar peligros que amenazan no solo mi vida, sino la esencia misma de lo que soy. ¿Mi propósito? Sobrevivir. Proteger a quienes amo. Y desentrañar los secretos de una magia olvidada que podría cambiarlo todo. No poseo la fuerza para dominar este mundo, pero sí la voluntad de desafiarlo. Y esta vez, no permitiré que nada ni nadie me detenga. En un mundo donde la magia lo gobierna todo, demostraré que incluso una anomalía puede cambiar el curso de la historia.”
_Theory_ · 1K Views

The tales of the magic rings.

A tale about the rings of the seven kingdoms. It's powers and mysteries. What lies below for the descendant of one of the keepers of the rings. Fiona, a teen who Is embraced In wealth and honour. Her rich and expensive lifestyle Is being tested when she finds out she has powers. Her life took a turn after meeting the handsome, and mysterious Twilight Fall. Highschool ended up being more enchanting than she thought. Finding the lost rings and her families past truth. What will she find on this journey. Love, hatred or something even more than she could Imagine. His dark eyes and her brown sunny eyes. The journey for night and day Is what she will unveil with Twilight. Going through hell to find the rings before It gets Into the wrong hands, Fiona would travel through lands and worlds.   "Are you lost?". He just smirked by the question asked by me. I was the lost one. " You don't speak or,..." . I paused as he made a step forward.         "Me, lost.....". He finally spoke. My eyes were so opened with shock, hearing his voice. He had a calm yet strict voice It was so beautiful I thought he was singing.     "OH! Sorry, I thought you were lost. Besides, If your not lost what you doing In a dark cave with a creepy glowing creature". I looked at his creature as It perched on his shoulder.         He then opens his cloak and smiles. "Pardon, but Violet Is not a creature she's a friend". I looked at him with a puzzled expression. 'Who takes a creature as a friend?'. I thought to my self.         He stepped closer again, with just two step from me. "If you knew where you are, one would know thee who speaks out to the unknown". He spoke with his hands crossed behind his back.         I looked at him confused. What did he just say?. He was giving me more questions than answers.       "I don't have time for this I need to get out of here. My sisters might be looking for me". I said as I tried looking for a way out but, the only way out was to jump back Into the dark pit.           My heart jumped Into my mouth,as I almost fell into the pit again.         "It seems this fair maiden wants to die Immediately". As he smiles with pleasure, like he was mocking me.         "Can I be of some help". He asked politely, for once. I just froze up In fright, as I was not sure of who or what he is. "Come on, I don't bite". As he smirks dubiously.         I hesitated for a while, but I finally stepped a bit closer, with our nose almost touching. It was either I follow this beautiful essence, or die here In this creepy cave.       He pulled me with one hand, as his other hand was gesturing something, like he was performing some kind of jazz or voodoo I thought. I thank God I wasn't close to the little light. Cause It was at his right shoulder.         He suddenly closes his eyes. And like that.... , we were going through the cave walls like ghosts. His other arm was placed behind his back, as he just closed his eyes like he was dead.         I just watched his gawking appearance. His shining white hair, that looked like he cleansed them In a star, his light skin with no sign of scratches, marks, he was just smoothed by just looking at him, his lips were heart shaped with glistering effect, like he uses lip gloss.         I was just jealous looking at him. He finally opened his eyes. "We're here". He alerted all forgotten me. I released my self from his hold, as I saw my sisters calling my name. I was so relieved. I turned to thank him but, he was gone. N.B Cover not mine, from Pinterest. * No rape *
Amarylis_ · 27K Views
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