Stannis Sigil

Exiled and sigil-less. Cursed by the Spiral. Given the Ghost Sigil, he gains power by losing emotion—memory for strength, feeling for survival. Now hunted by the Orders, he walks a dying world where shrines bleed and stars forget. He’s not a hero. He’s what the Spiral left behind. And it never chooses twice. Tags: Dark Fantasy • Antihero • Romance • Sigil Powers • Ancient Civilizations • Slow-Burn Power Growth • Emotion Loss Schedule: 3–5 chapters/week Chapter Length: 1000 - 1500 words (Mini-Eps may be less than 1000 words, and Long Eps may be longer than 3000 words.) Content Warning: This story is dark, emotional, and unforgiving. The MC doesn’t save people; he survives what should’ve killed him. If you're looking for sunshine and plot armour, turn back now. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/8Vx7Emjw2U

In Valthara Prime deals are cut and closed like rainfall. Lucien Blackmoore, makes his living cutting contracts most people don’t even bother to read all the way through. He's called, The Crimson Broker: He deals in favors, secrets, and whatever piece of your soul you’re willing to sell to survive another day in a city built on debt. At his side is the Ledger—sentient, old, always calculating. It tracks every deal, every breach, every whisper of a broken promise. It feeds him intel, tightens the leash on those who try to run, and sometimes... it speaks back. Lucien doesn’t do violence if he can help it; He doesn’t need to. A few words in the right ear, a signature in the wrong place, and someone else does the dirty work. But the game’s getting messier. A rival broker, Cassian has been stirring things up—sloppy sigils, crashed markets, proxies pulling strings Lucien didn’t see coming. The corporate towers are watching, so are the syndicates down below; And the immortals up top? They’ve gone so detached, they've stopped pretending not to care. Lucien’s got an underground network to protect, clients to keep in line, and a voice in his head that keeps reminding him: debt always finds a way back. And some debts... they don’t just let go.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

In the year 3000, the Earth shattered and it was torn open by a rift between realms that unleashed ancient beasts, magical chaos, and apocalyptic storms. Civilization crumbled, giving rise to a brutal new law: Tame or be Torn Apart. Beast Tamers, bonded to mutated and other creatures now rule what remains of the world through strength, savagery, and guild-driven power. Kelvin, a scavenger scraping by in the ruins, lives in the shadow of these warlords until he unearths Xerion, the End-Tyrant, a legendary primordial beast sealed beneath the earth. Bound by a forgotten bloodline and a cursed contract, Kelvin inherits the Sigil of the Overlord, thrusting him into a war-torn world where survival is no longer enough. He was hunted by guilds, worshipped by outcasts, and pursued by enemies both human and monstrous, Kelvin must rise from nothing to either unite or destroy what’s left of civilization. As forbidden powers awaken and ancient truths unravel, one man and his beast stand poised to reshape the fate of a world teetering on the edge of annihilation.

In the shadows of Valeborne City, where neon lights hide the blood on the streets, power comes with a price. and betrayal is the only truth. Kaien was raised to be the perfect weapon. Born with the Key of Power Sigil, he can steal or destroy the powers of others with a single touch. The government calls him their strongest agent — the one they send when no one else can finish the job. His missions are simple: Hunt. Kill. Erase. But when the corpses of his enemies begin whispering secrets… When the last breaths of his targets speak of hidden crimes and lies… Kaien starts to see the cracks in the world he was sworn to protect. His team is gone — dead, betrayed, or erased. And as the Key of Power mark consumes more of him, Kaien will be forced to choose: Stay the government’s loyal hound… Or turn against everything he’s ever known, and bring their empire crashing down.In a city where everyone has scars, Kaien’s will be the deepest.

warning this synopsis is AI generated Seventeen years before the events of High School DxD, a powerful soul is reborn into a new world—a world brimming with devils, dragons, and gods. This soul awakens as the last scion of the extinct Buné Clan, one of the original 72 Pillars annihilated during the Great War. The child, born of a human mother—an artificial warrior created by the Sigurd Institution—carries within him the powerful Boosted Gear, and a latent affinity for dragons and swordsmanship beyond his years. At six years old, he regains the memories of his past life and the vast knowledge once lost to death. With this awakening, he sets a new path forward: one that intertwines ancient draconic legacies from Fairy Tail (including 100 Year Quest), the mystical chaos of Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, and the sacred timeline of High School DxD. In this fusion world, dragons rule both sky and myth, with familiar beasts such as Igneel, Acnologia, and the Chaos Dragons reshaping the supernatural balance. The MC traverses realms to gather strength and ancient knowledge: Dragon Prince Tensura Moonlit Fantasy Arifureta a/n: I do not own any of the works used in this fanfic Though he avoids assembling a peerage at first, he eventually forms an all-female roster—warriors, mages, and dragons across dimensions—devoted not only to him but to his vision of a multiversal alliance against an ancient evil threatening all worlds. Unlike others, he does not receive his Evil Pieces until much later, through a mysterious method involving remnants of the Buné sigil and lost demonic rites. As the High School DxD canon unfolds, the MC walks beside and sometimes in the shadows of major events—guarding Issei, allying with Rias, clashing with Vali, and challenging the very destiny imposed on devils and dragons alike. With the lost swords of Sigurd in hand, Boosted Gear blazing, and the knowledge of a thousand dragons, he will carve a new fate across worlds, balancing human heart and draconic soul.

Aurora Lane was supposed to be ordinary. Just a high school senior trying to survive final exams, her sketchbook full of strange castles and eyes that don’t belong to this world. But when a dream pulls her too deep, and a mysterious book triggers something buried in her blood, Aurora wakes to find herself in a place no mortal should ever reach — Aetherwyn Academy, a school hidden beyond the Veil where bloodlines shape destiny and magic is a legacy, not a gift. But Aurora has no crest. No sigil. And according to the sacred records of the realm — no bloodline at all. Her arrival shakes the foundation of the academy. Students whisper. Teachers watch. The Veil, an ancient force that should only respond to those with rightful lineage, opens for her. And worse — it begins to react around her. Drawn to the cold, enigmatic Atlas Thorne — a boy with secrets buried behind silver eyes — and hunted by the dangerously charming Ethan Valesh, an emotion-crafter whose magic can touch everyone but her, Aurora finds herself entangled in a rivalry that isn’t just romantic — it’s prophetic. As forbidden trials unfold between rival magical schools, relics react to her presence, and old prophecies stir in the dark, Aurora must navigate betrayal, obsession, and power she doesn’t yet understand. Her bloodline isn’t just unknown. It was erased. For a reason. And some believe her return means the end of the Veil itself.

When tragedy strikes, Elizabeth Page returns to school, struggling to fit into a world that seems unfamiliar without her parents. But when her path crosses with the enigmatic Professor Corvin, things take a darker turn. As a lecture on the Hunter Society awakens strange memories tied to her family’s past, Elizabeth is drawn into a web of secrets, bloodlines, and supernatural forces. With every truth uncovered, the line between the hunter and the hunted blurs. Elizabeth soon realizes that her family’s legacy holds dangerous power—and that the monsters hiding in the shadows may be closer than she ever imagined.

The modern age ended. Not in a simple way like the Rapture or a zombie virus. It was humanity's meddling. Compound EVE, a breakthrough. Combining atoms with something else. Beyond human comprehension—each atom carrying hundreds of times the energy they were supposed to, but- Humanity played around with godhood too much. And Compound EVE, combusted out of nowhere despite being in a perfect vacuum. But it wasn't just a 'big kaboom', it was light, not of the sun, but of mana. Older people died—they were targeted by the mana wave, ripping apart their flesh, bones, and their very atoms. Children under the age of 18 survived long enough to rebuild some of the world. Four Hundred Years Had Passed. Julius, the lead scientist—the smartest man alive, who was researching Compound EVE, woke up as a baby who was left in front of what seemed to be a church. And he had his memories, his death still fresh in his mind. Mana had changed, evolving itself to fit with human biology. Now humanity bore the signs of its past, in the form of Sigils. Shapes and words combined through mana. These acted as highways. Ones that allowed for mana to circulate through their body. Granting unique and, of course, inhumane abilities that could be transferred through blood. Now armed with both his memories and the power of his very own Sigil. Julius is the smartest being that the new world will see, or would see. Shall sign into the world once again.

They say long ago, the gods, their children, good and wicked alike, walked the archipelago. Not in temples. Not in dreams. But on the soil, barefoot, bloodstained, breathing. They ruled not with mercy, but with memory. Each river bore their voice. Each mountain, their wrath. Offerings were made. Oaths were broken. Kingdoms rose and rotted in their name. Then came the silence. A silence too heavy, too sudden. Like a scream swallowed by the sea. The old names were buried. The sigils burned. And the gods... forgotten. But the islands remember. Beneath the fields, something still breathes. In the farthest provinces where the stars shine brightest, the old blood still stirs. Children vanish on moonless nights. Creatures crawl from the mangroves with bone in their teeth. And in the silence between lightning and thunder, some swear they hear voices. Ancient, mournful, waiting to be worshipped again. And on nights when the stars vanish, the old blood rises again. But the gods never left. Gone, they are not, but only hidden behind the faces of men. Written by: Cadlaon Copyrights2025

“I was just a delivery guy. One weird bottle, one wrong knock… and now I’m married to a vampire queen.” Liam Ross thought it was just another late-night gig—deliver a mysterious bottle of vintage wine to a mansion he’d never heard of. Next thing he knows, he's waking up in a gothic castle, covered in blood, with a glowing sigil on his wrist… and a dangerously beautiful vampire queen declaring him her husband. Bound by an ancient blood contract, Liam finds himself thrust into a deadly underworld of vampire politics, ancient courts, and supernatural assassins. He has three days to prove himself or die—and if he dies, his new bride dies with him. Survive the bond. Learn the rules. Or burn in the eternal night. But there’s a problem: Liam is human. Mortal. Untrained. And some vampires would rather see him dead than let a lowborn outsider sit beside their queen. Now, it’s not just his life on the line—it’s hers too.

In a fractured universe ruled by ancient systems and silent wars, **Alex** is just another survivor—until he awakens the **CHAOS Core**, a living algorithm buried in the ruins of a forbidden Archive. Marked by a glyph no system recognizes, Alex becomes the first anomaly in a reality built to erase deviation. But the moment he touches the Vault, everything changes. Flung through realms where memory is currency and time loops like broken code, Alex finds himself hunted by the **Black Sigil Brotherhood**, a cult of system-purists determined to erase his existence. Beside him stand a rebel war-priestess, **Lux**, and a war-scarred tactician, **Kael**, both haunted by secrets and fractured allegiances. And in the shadows, the ruthless Nyra—wielder of the Garden Fragments—seeks to rewrite the system in her own image… even if it means sacrificing the last of her humanity. As Alex descends deeper into the heart of forgotten Architect tech, he discovers a horrifying truth: he is not a chosen one, but a **Split**, a self-branching paradox that threatens the very law of structured reality. With every choice, he risks becoming the very godlike system he fights against. Now, with the Brotherhood unleashing their final protocol and timelines unraveling, Alex must decide: Will he merge with the Core and lose himself forever? Or fracture reality even further to give it a future? --- **A high-stakes fusion of cyberpunk, cosmic myth, and post-human evolution, *My Deal with Death* explores identity, memory, and the price of rewriting fate.** When the systems collapse, the only thing left to fight for… is what you choose to become.

In the continent of Raventhall, all power comes from a Sigil—an ancient magical symbol engraved on the body from birth. Those with a Blood Sigil enter the noble caste. Those with a Gold Sigil become generals, commanders, and court mages. However, children without a Sigil are branded as the Null, and are made into slaves, sacrifices, or castaways. Kairan, an outcast from the under-district of the city of Velmire, was born without a single Sigil. He cannot use magic, cannot read spells, and isn't even registered in the kingdom's system. However, something makes him different. He can see the magical pathways of others. Not with magic, but with a strange, innate instinct and vision. He can read the direction of magic, its weak points, and even hijack the magic of others in battle. When he kills a young noble in an underground arena fight, and steals his sigil with his bare hands, everything changes. “If fate says I was born without a throne, then I will steal one—from those who don't deserve it.” With his unique ability and brutal strategy, Kairan builds a reputation as the "King Without a Throne" — leader of the outcasts, a scourge to the nobility, and the greatest threat to the sigil system.

(AN: Give my novel a try until ch12 please!) New Current Schedule - Minimum 2 chapters / a day Mass Release Target - 40 golden tickets ________________________________________________ [Novel synopsis]; In a world scarred by the rise of biomechanical warfare and the shadow of an enigmatic syndicate known only as Ragnarok, one girl stands at the edge of revolution. April, a seemingly ordinary 20-year-old living in the fractured remnants of a future society, hides a past drenched in trauma and secrets. Blinded and deafened during a harrowing attempt to escape her abusive father—a man who destroyed her family—April is forced into a life of silence and darkness. But everything changes after an experimental surgery implants nanotech into her skull, technology far beyond anything humanity should possess. Now, April sees without eyes and hears through a new kind of sense. The nanotech has awakened a dormant potential in her—a coded sigil etched behind her head shaped like an angelic wing and a spear. It’s not just a symbol. It’s her Gear, a powerful combat system linked to ancient animalistic and Zodiac powers—each wielder embodying a creature of legend. Hers? A spear-born sigil capable of shattering mechs and bending digital space. When she joins a covert organization aiming to dismantle Ragnarok, April discovers she’s not alone. Other Gear users fight beside her: Jax, the brilliant strategist; Saya, the deadly calm blade; Kai, a hawk-gear user with a fire-forged past; Dante, the powerhouse with unmatched resilience; Juno, the data genius cloaked in mischief; and the Leader, a figure shrouded in mystery who knows more about April’s past than he lets on. As April navigates brutal missions and high school halls alike—where rivals like Tessa Lane threaten her sanity with cruel mind games—she must balance normalcy and the battlefield. Every encounter pushes her closer to the truth: about her powers, her family, and Ragnarok’s true purpose. But none are more telling than her growing connection with Astra, a lone Gear user with platinum hair and a piercing gaze. Astra has the power, the knowledge, and a burning desire for vengeance. April needs her—but Astra isn’t so easily convinced to join a cause she doesn’t trust. The deeper April digs, the more the lines blur between ally and enemy. With Ragnarok’s agents—like the cold and calculating River Hoss—looming on the horizon, April must decide who she’s willing to trust, who she’s ready to fight, and how far she’ll go to protect what little she has left. The world doesn’t need a hero. It needs a weapon. And it just found one.

“Some are chosen by fate. Others are claimed by it.” Withney Winterskern never expected her first semester at Hermandry Academy to be anything more than lectures, rituals, and campus strolls. But when a mysterious scroll binds itself to her blood and brands her with an ancient sigil, she’s pulled into a forgotten realm of gods, madness, and fractured prophecies. Marked as a key part of a destiny she can’t yet comprehend, Withney is thrown into a shadow play of secrets, where whispers in the dark speak of fallen empires, forbidden rituals, and Chaos that devours even the divine. As forgotten gods stir and unseen eyes watch her every move and mysteries that are yet to be uncovered by her Withney must decide: Will she rise as a beacon beneath the crimson moon... Or fall as another name lost to fate? Walk beside Withney as she unearths blessings lost to fate… and horrors born of its twisted will.

In a world where power chooses the worthy and fate burns like a brand, only those who forge their own path can rise above destiny. Jin Kazematsu was born ordinary in a world where strength defines status and cultivation is the only shield against oblivion. In an age where Élantera—the primordial force that shapes life, spirit, and matter—governs the elite, Jin holds no heritage, no powerful clan name, and no visible talent. Yet destiny doesn’t ignore him. Branded by a mysterious sigil resembling a coiling dragon and burdened by dreams of flame and thunder, he steps into Dragon-Phoenix Academy, a sacred crucible where cultivators rise, fall, or vanish into legend. But Jin’s path is no ordinary one. When ancient relics test each cadet to reveal their destined cultivation path, he shatters tradition by resonating with all four—Pattern, Spirit, Body, and Glyph—awakening an emerald spear forged from his very will. As whispers of convergence stir among Elders and powers beyond the academy take interest, Jin finds himself at the heart of a mystery long buried—one that threatens to upend the very order of the cultivation world. As classmates become rivals, friendships blossom into complex bonds, and romance blooms beneath the weight of expectation, Jin must rise not just to survive—but to become the one who rekindles a forgotten legacy. A legacy tied to ancient dragons, buried bloodlines, and a war that never truly ended. In a world of trials, tribulations, and awakening flames... can one boy become the ember that sparks a new era?

Once, the world was ruled by twelve primal gods, each the embodiment of a fundamental force: Life, Death, Decay, War, Time, and more. To prevent mutual destruction, they sealed away their essence in divine artifacts—codices, sigils, and relics—scattering them across creation. But one god rebelled. One god refused to vanish quietly. No longer wanting the influence of the gods in the world. The God of Life waged war against the others, sparking a divine conflict that spanned millennia. When the dust settled, all twelve gods were dead, consumed by the very fate they’d tried to escape. From their death, a new world rose, one where humans harnessed the remnants of divinity to stave off the darkness beyond. Each god left behind a sacred book said to choose their reincarnation. Eleven of those books were found. Only one remained lost. … Ashen Grimblade was nothing. A drifter scraping by in a world shaped by forgotten gods. Until the day he was sold and abandoned to some cultists by his own parents, offered as a sacrifice to summon the long-forgotten God of Life, the last god to defy fate. He was meant to die. But fate refused. [You have been chosen by the Book of Tereck.] [All powers once used by the God of Life are now yours.] [You are not a reincarnation. You are a tool.] [You have gained immortality.] Ashen is only a false vessel. No savior. He is a divine mistake—a walking weapon in a world where godhood is currency and war never truly ended. Hunted by the reincarnated champions of other gods and feared by kings and cults alike, Ashen Grimblade must carve his path forward. To survive, he must evolve, vanquish, and build a power base to rival the divine. Because the Book of Life has only just opened… [The First Page.]

In the year 2035, a colossal meteorite crashes into Earth—unleashing a new element never seen before: mana. The world is forever changed. Civilization reels at first, but a miraculous phenomenon follows: at the age of 12, every human begins to manifest a Soul Weapon, a unique extension of their spirit. Alongside this weapon, each individual awakens a System—a mysterious interface that tracks their level of progression, skill proficiency, and stats. Yet the System offers no shortcuts—only growth through struggle, battle, and blood. With each beast slain or opponent bested, a soul weapon evolves, becoming deadlier and more attuned to its wielder. But this is only the beginning. All wielders bear a Soulmark, a glowing sigil that transports them to the Tower of Transcendence—a god-forged structure from another dimension. There, they undergo 3 years of intense training. Only then are they allowed to challenge the Tower's endless floors. Conquering the first 10 floors grants the right to return to Earth and live in peace. But higher ascension offers unimaginable rewards: legendary bloodlines, mythical skills, ancient artifacts, and the promise of godhood. After the first generation returns, Earth becomes a battleground for power, as guilds and factions rise to dominate the new world order. The age of magic, mana, and monsters has begun. Amidst it all is Ankit Kumar, a boy from a small village in Haryana, India, who awakens his soul weapon—a traditional Talwar, shining with primal energy. With a heart forged in hardship and an unyielding spirit, Ankit steps into a world where only the strong survive. But destiny has greater plans for him than mere survival. He will climb. He will conquer. He will ascend. And in doing so, he may reshape the fate of two worlds.

Synopsis In a world where ancient sigils can bend reality, the price of power is your sanity. Adrian Dorne was just another curious student in the great city of Valeria, until a forbidden book marked him with a sigil—a symbol of forgotten power that should never have been touched. Now, secret cults, government occult forces, and terrifying creatures hunt him through the foggy streets of an alternate 18th-century world where nightmares bleed into reality. Guided by the distant and cold Elara Vance, and the mysterious former occult officer Gregor Malchior, Adrian must learn to master the sigils before they consume his mind… or before the Crimson Bureau finds him. But the deeper he goes, the more his lost memories resurface—memories that may reveal he wasn’t an ordinary boy at all. What if his fate was sealed long before he ever touched the sigil? --- ✴️ Dark Fantasy | Psychological Thriller | Occult Magic | Slow-Burn Progression | Enemies to Allies

In Ember Vein, power isn't given - it's burned into you. Sigils are the key to strength, survival... and madness. One mark can make you a legend. Three can make you a monster. When a low-level enforcer named Wren stumbles into a failed sigil trade beneath the crumbling slums, everything goes wrong. A stolen rune. A Burnlust addict. A transformation no one was ready for. Now, hunted by gangs, haunted by visions, and scarred with something he shouldn't have survived, Wren is dragged into a war over sigils older than memory - and a curse that wants to finish what it started. Some scars are warnings. His is a weapon.

On the day of the spirit root test, Lin Ye was declared the lowest-grade waste root—incapable of cultivating for life. But the moment humiliation peaked, the ancestral jade pendant on his chest ignited. Ancient divine runes flooded his mind—he had awakened the legendary Copy Sigil! He copied the elder’s secret technique on the spot, blasted him off the stage, and turned ridicule into reverence. From copying martial arts to mimicking beast talents, Lin Ye rewrites fate with bare hands. In a world ruled by spirit, blood, and lineage— He, the so-called trash, will rise as the untouchable Tyrant.

The Bharat Legacy **Genre:** Adventure, Historical Fiction, Mystery **Synopsis:** "The Bharat Legacy" follows the journey of Amit, a 30-year-old IT professional from Patna, who is passionate about adventure, historical exploration, and uncovering ancient mysteries. By day, Amit works in the shadows of the IT department, handling complex tasks discreetly and efficiently. By night, he dreams of uncovering the secrets of India's rich past. One night, Amit has a vivid dream about discovering the legendary Kawach and Kundal of Karna, the great warrior from the Mahabharata, hidden in a cave near Anga Raj (modern-day Bhagalpur). The dream ignites a burning curiosity within him, pushing him to embark on an extraordinary quest to find these ancient relics and uncover their lost knowledge. As Amit delves deeper into his investigation, he encounters a series of cryptic clues and meets intriguing characters, including historians, archaeologists, and local villagers, each holding pieces of the puzzle. His journey takes him to ancient temples, forgotten ruins, and mystical landscapes, where he must decipher age-old secrets and navigate treacherous paths. Throughout his quest, Amit faces numerous challenges and dangers, but his unwavering determination and passion for history drive him forward. Along the way, he learns about the true significance of the Kawach and Kundal, not just as physical artifacts but as symbols of courage, sacrifice, and wisdom. Nayantara: She was a whisper in the biting Himalayan wind, a stark white anomaly against the desolate canvas of snow and ash. Nayantara moved with a grace that defied the treacherous terrain, a fluid, almost ethereal descent from the ridge that spoke of training beyond mortal limits. Clad in a flowing white dress, edged with the shimmer of intricate golden patterns, she appeared less a creature of flesh and blood and more a spectral guardian of the frozen heights. A stylized golden motif blazed upon her back, catching the weak sunlight like an otherworldly sigil. Her face remained an enigma, concealed behind a white cloth, leaving only two piercing eyes to observe the ravaged landscape with an unnerving intensity. In those eyes, one could glimpse a sharp focus, a depth of understanding that hinted at abilities far beyond the conventional, a power she herself referred to as her "special eyes." She was a solitary figure, a silent operative, moving with purpose and an unspoken connection to forces unseen. Her very presence in this desolate place suggested a mission of profound importance, a delicate probe into the heart of a devastating mystery.

I was born to a name stripped from history. A bloodline erased. They made me kneel in front of nobles who laughed at my ruin. But that night... something inside me woke up. Kieran Velis, son of a fallen noble house, was raised as nothing more than a servant within the gilded halls of the Aetherian royal court. Humiliated before hundreds at the grand banquet, he was meant to be a warning—what happens to those who forget their place. But Kieran is not empty. Inside him sleeps a fractured soul tied to a forbidden bloodline—one the crown thought long extinguished. With a dormant sigil carved into his flesh, a cursed voice whispering in his ear, and a hidden power ready to tear through his mind, Kieran begins his silent rise. The Choosing Ceremony is coming: a trial to decide the empire’s future rulers and defenders. Kieran was never meant to compete. But they never expected him to survive the night.

[If you've got the time and the stomach for it, tag along I've got a story for you...] They say the world ended long ago, not with a bang, but with a betrayal. When Heaven and Hell broke their ancient pact, the skies burned for seven days. Angels wept blood. Demons clawed through the veil. And in the end, half of humanity was ash. From these ashes humanity found a way again. After the end, the world as you know it changed, now every new born is birth with a Daemon, an ethereal creature embodying one’s innermost spirit. Power determines fate. The stronger the Daemon, the greater one’s standing. Until Jacob was born. No Daemon. No sigils. No mark of God. No stain of Hell. Just… nothing. An empty boy in a world that demands meaning. But on the night of his seventeenth year, when the moon eclipses and the stars vanish, he awakens to a voice no one else can hear, a System. It calls itself The Origin Engine. It doesn’t offer blessings. Neither doesn’t it offer power. It demands a question: “Do you wish to unmake the world?” And when he touches his first angel… and the wings burn black… the heavens scream. Because Jacob isn’t just unmarked. He is IT that existed before Heaven and Hell. He is the reset. And he's starting to remember. “System Update: Final Protocol unlocked — [REWRITE REALITY]… Do you wish to proceed?”

They say the sky burns brighter above Emberholt. Some believe it’s the reflection of a kingdom's burning pride. Others say it's a warning — a flame waiting to consume everything. But the truth is sharper than legend: It’s watching. In the world of Arkanis, power is not gifted. It is taken. And the ones who take it? They train at The Grey Flame Academy — a crucible for the ambitious, the dangerous, and the cursed. Here, students from across the five kingdoms gather to master the blade and the Sigil, two paths that determine their strength, their future, and their survival. Commoners, nobles, and royals alike are thrown into the same fire. Ten pairs of instructors — one swordmaster, one Sigil guide — forge the next generation of warriors. But few rise. Fewer endure. And among them, ten have climbed to the top, untouchable and feared. They are known only as Void. Void doesn’t speak for itself. It doesn’t need to. Its name echoes through the halls like a curse. These are not students. They are future kings and queens of war. Legends in training. Silent blades. If you face one, you don’t graduate. You disappear. Sky stands above even them. The top of the Void. The academy's number one. A student with no title, no noble house, and no reason to trust anyone. He didn’t chase power. Power chased him. And now, every step he takes ripples across the kingdom. Beneath the academy lies the Sigil Celestial Crystal, a relic older than the kingdom itself. It does not grant power. It exposes it. Those who attempt to bond with it either ascend beyond recognition... or vanish without a trace. The crystal doesn’t choose champions. It dares them. As Emberholt's royal bloodlines fracture, war brews beneath ceremony and silence. The throne is empty, and five ancient families sharpen their knives under the veil of honor. The academy becomes more than a school — it becomes a battlefield. Every duel is political. Every rise in rank a threat. And Sky? He’s the biggest threat of all. Inside the academy, ranks define reality. Magic is measured across fifteen escalating Sigil tiers. Swordsmanship spans twenty brutal levels. Every student fights to rise. Some for honor. Some for vengeance. Some for nothing but survival. But the truth is, power comes at a cost. Friends become rivals. Rivals become corpses. And alliances are broken faster than bones. Behind every lesson is manipulation. Behind every challenge is a test of loyalty. And those who reach the top must face more than enemies. They must face what the academy has become: a machine for war, designed to create weapons in human skin. As Sky rises, shadows close in. Whispers of rebellion. Secrets buried beneath banners. And a throne that demands blood. He doesn’t want it. But destiny doesn’t ask. The Grey Flame doesn’t burn for justice. It burns for conquest. And the Void stands ready. Welcome to Arkanis. Welcome to the fire.

In a world saved by five legendary heroes who sacrificed their souls to seal a cataclysmic Devil, 10-year-old Alex’s baptism unleashes a power that threatens to unravel everything. Marked by a divine sun sigil and a cursed scar, Alex is both hailed as the Five Heroes’ successor and feared as the Devil’s vessel. When his awakening weakens the ancient seal, unleashing monstrous horrors. can Alex save the world…..?

The River of Spirits doesn't flow with water - it flows with memory. And not all memories are merciful. Kael was born without a past. Or so he believed. But when a monstrous entity rises from the cursed river, something inside him stirs - a whisper, a fragment, a voice that should not exist. Now hunted by forgotten spirits and guided by a shadow that knows his name, Kael must face the guardians of the sigils: each one sealed with a painful memory he once begged to forget. Some memories are lost. Others are buried. And some... were taken from him for a reason. Would you reclaim your soul, even if it meant destroying it again?

> “I died once. And when I woke up... I wasn’t human anymore.” In a world where the divine treat mortals like livestock, every soul is born under a sigil — a mark that determines your fate. The Blessed rule. The Cursed suffer. The Markless... are hunted. Nero Caelum was Markless. Beaten. Tortured. Dissected. Experimented on. Then, during the Purge, they hung his body from the Church Gates as a warning to the others. That day, something ancient — something older than gods — heard his screams. He was given a second life. But not as a man. As a Revenant of the Abyss — a creature born from the deepest layers of death, pain, and cosmic wrath. Now, Nero returns. No longer human. No longer sane. No longer merciful. And his first words upon return? > “I’ll paint this world red with the intestines of its gods.” --- Genres: Dark Fantasy · Horror · Psychological · Gore · Supernatural · Action · Tragedy · Antihero Tags: Extreme Gore · Cannibalism · Body Horror · Torture · Betrayal · Demonic · Eldritch · Overpowered MC · Massacre · God Killing · Antihero Protagonist · System · Reincarnation · Madness · Lovecraftian · War Crime · Human Experimentation · No Romance · Mindfuck

They placed Kael Arkin at the bottom. Threadless. Bloodless. Nothing. No sigil, no legacy, no chance. In a world where magic is carved from blood and power determines worth, Kael was meant to fade — a ghost among heirs, a failure beneath prodigies. The only reason he’s still here? A name in a ledger… and a Magister who doesn’t believe in mistakes. But something is wrong beneath the surface of the Sanctum. Something ancient. Hungry. Watching. Kael starts young. Fragile, even. You’ll wonder why he’s the main character. Push through. Because the boy they buried at the bottom? He learns. He adapts. And eventually… he breaks. What rises after won’t be human. It’ll be worse.

In a world where humanity is plagued by "Eclipsed Beasts"—monstrous entities born from human malice—only the "Spectral Hunters" stand between civilization and annihilation. These elite warriors harness the powers of fallen beasts through cursed sigils etched into their souls. Raven Kaizen, a low-tier scavenger with no known talent, survives by looting after battles. But everything changes when he stumbles upon a dying Spectral King who offers him a forbidden contract: the power to devour the souls of both man and beast. Raven becomes the first and only Cursed Devourer, destined either to save the world or consume it.