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The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path

The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path The steppe was never conquered. It was unmade. The Orontai rode like wind across the grasslands, their breath bound to sky and silence, not cities or thrones. But the Zhong Empire came with iron phalanxes and talismans of fire. They did not bring war. They brought extinction. Altan was born to that vanishing. A child without elemental gift. Voiceless. Spirit-null. Unwanted. Yet when the Zhong burned the clans, he did not beg. He fought. And when his mother, the last Flamecaller, stood alone on the ridge and whispered “Run,” he obeyed. Not to survive. But to remember. Hunted and broken, he fled west to the edge of the world, a place left blank on every chart, not out of myth, but because no one who entered ever returned. There, in the forbidden abyss known only in old blood and older fear, he fell into something deeper than legend. A chasm where cultivation dies and pain speaks. When he returned, the war had changed. But so had he. As phalanx legions rise and empires tighten their grip, a different kind of war begins. Formations clash in passes narrow as memory. Shields lock. Spears break. Blood spills in the thousands. There are no gods here. No destiny. Only discipline, silence, and the will to endure. And the storm no longer comes from the sky. It rises from the chasm. "This story is also being published on RoyalRoad.com under the same title and author."
REDN · 39.4K Views

Los Corazones de la Luz

"Hermana de un mismo corazón, un solo ser, nacidos de una misma estrella. Cuando regresó el siervo rey, bendijo a ambos para que protegieran a la tierra y los hombres del mal y el pecado. El siervo rey sufriente envió a los Luzminis, hijos del cielo en la tierra para su protección y defensa ante los demonios que fueron liberados de sus prisiones de la tierra, pues el siervo rey iba a hacer una nueva creación. El gran Dragón de la Fe corrupta luchó contra ellos por mil años, pero el tiempo de la nueva renovación ya se acercaba. Cerca de su hora, los espíritus malignos unieron sus fuerzas para su batalla y lucharon contra los Luzminis, una gran y cruel guerra se levantó contra ellos protegiendo a los seres humanos Dando el mellizo espiritual su vida para salvar a su hermana y a sus hermanos los Luzminis, logró vencerlo. Pero ante los engaños y mentiras que los demonios habían suscitado en el tiempo, la humanidad trató de separarse de sus hermanos espirituales. Una gran persecución se formó contra los hijos del cielo en la tierra, escondiéndose ante sus hermanos, llegando al fin y al cabo la casi extinción de ellos. Los hombres, cegados por el engaño del dragon, capturaron a la hermana de un mismo corazón, la última esperanza. Ante la extraña impotencia de destruirla por completo, y experimentando unos poderes sobrenaturales misticos, los hombres la encerraron en un sitio desconocido. Quinientos años más tarde, ante el olvido de los Luzminis, fue hallada por el destino del tiempo. Ahora, ella sin saberlo poco a poco recordara su misión en el mundo, una voz de libertad se escucha entre los Luzminis y los seres de la tierra. Los demonios esta vez no fallaran, esta vez revelándose ante los hombres en su propia naturaleza. El tiempo se acerca para un hermoso nuevo amanecer, la cual fue confiado por su hermano para siempre."
ZorenLespach · 845 Views

The Sin Art Kingdom Games

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: 4 -5 per week (1500 words chapters)
G3ntleGiant · 4.7K Views
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