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Akatsuki Cloak

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 113.4K Views

Rise of a Fallen King

The grand doors of Edelweiss Swordschool creaked open, revealing a vast courtyard surrounded by towering spires and the impressive silhouette of the castle. Lein stood at the entrance, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. He adjusted the cloak around him, feeling the warmth of the earring given to him by his father's old swordmaster. As he stepped forward, a hand clapped down on his shoulder, causing him to turn. A fellow student, a girl of his age with fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes, grinned at him. "Hey there, new kid! You must be Lein, right?" she said with a playful tone. Lein gave a nod, managing a small smile. "Yes, that's me. Lein von Hrunting." "I'm Elara. Welcome to Edelweiss!" She gestured to the sprawling campus. "Come on, I'll show you around and help you get settled." As they strolled through the courtyard, Elara pointed out the training grounds, the library, and the various towers where students attended classes. Lein couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the school. "So, why did you come here?" Elara asked, glancing at him. Lein hesitated for a moment before replying, "My father believes I might have a talent for being a Spellblade, like him. He arranged for me to study here." "Ah, a Spellblade! That's impressive. You'll be training with the best of the best," she said with a grin. "That being said, you'll be expected to beat them if that is truly your goal." They reached the entrance of the castle, and Elara opened the door for Lein. The interior was just as imposing as the exterior, with polished marble floors and towering pillars. As they walked through the corridors, Lein couldn't shake the feeling that all eyes were on him. Elara led him to a room with a wooden door bearing the emblem of Edelweiss. "This is your room," she announced, pushing the door open. Inside, Lein found a neatly arranged space with a comfortable bed, a small desk, and a window that offered a view of the surrounding mountains. His luggage was already placed by the bed. "Your stuff arrived earlier. We've got a few hours before the welcoming ceremony, so take your time settling in. If you need anything, I'll be around." Elara said, giving him a friendly wave before heading out. Alone in his new room, Lein took a deep breath. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As he unpacked his belongings, he couldn't help but wonder what challenges and adventures awaited him at Edelweiss Swordschool. Little did he know, the journey ahead would test not only his skills but also the mysterious power that lay dormant within him. The cloak of anonymity provided by the earring would prove to be both a blessing and a curse in the days to come.
AllenWisse · 6.7K Views

You Really Do Have Beautiful Eyes

In some worlds, magic is a mere fantasy—where humans live without powers. In others, like mine, magic is an undeniable reality. But in my world, there's a twist: only males are supposed to have magic. That is, until I was born. In the kingdom of Dalatine, each newborn's eyes reveal their magical ability and their allegiance to a church—grey for wind, blue for water, hazel for earth, red for fire, yellow for light, and black for dark. But my eyes are golden, a colour no one has ever seen before. And with that, my fate was sealed. Feared of my very existence and hated for my gender, I was locked away in my family's mansion for fifteen years, a prisoner within an unbreakable barrier. The barrier not only kept me from the world—it suppressed my magic and cloaked my true appearance from those who cared for me. Until one fateful day, a stranger with fiery red eyes saw through the illusion. “You really do have beautiful eyes,” he said, shattering the silence of my life. That moment set me free—free from the mansion, free from the illusion. For the first time, I could step into the world I’d dreamed of: the Magic Academy. But reality is far more dangerous than dreams. With enemies lurking in the shadows and my very existence a threat to the kingdom, I must uncover the truth about my power—and about who I truly am—before it's too late. The question is, can I survive long enough to unravel the tangled web of secrets, lies, and deadly conspiracies?
Celia_X · 2.4K Views

Extra's Guide to Surviving a Dark Fantasy World

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria. With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army. Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing. As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared. “You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!" The figure smirked. "Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight." With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole. -- After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine. Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place. A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves. A world where politics run amok. A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade. Could he even survive in such a brutal world? Core Bloodline Acquired— Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown) Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits. If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.
Meowinator · 409.7K Views

The Disguise of a Man from the Mystical Legendary Land in Ruined World

In a world on the brink of collapse, where the mystical essence of magic is fading and ancient technology crumbles into oblivion, the land of Aerth is torn apart by an unending war. Aetherium, the lifeblood of magic and innovation, has nearly been depleted, leaving the Eastern and Western factions locked in a desperate struggle for survival. The West is ruled by The Despot, a ruthless and shadowy tyrant whose reign thrives on fear, greed, and suffering. With his cunning right-hand man, Euro, The Despot has shattered the fragile peace between the factions, plunging the East into chaos through manipulation and betrayal. Distrust festers among its leaders, and once-proud alliances crumble under the weight of internal conflict. Amid this devastation, whispers of a mysterious figure begin to spread—a man whose origins are tied to a fabled land long thought to exist only in legend. His presence defies explanation, his movements swift and unpredictable. Cloaked in secrecy, he works from the shadows to dismantle The Despot’s carefully laid plans, striking at the heart of his empire with uncanny precision. Even Euro’s unparalleled intelligence network fails to uncover his identity. Who is this enigmatic figure? Is he truly from the legendary land of myths, or is he simply a master of disguise, a man forged by the ruins of this shattered world? As the East's last hope, Princess Cino Shikai, fights to hold her people together, this man’s true purpose becomes a question of salvation or destruction. His actions could tip the scales of the war, but whether toward redemption or ruin remains uncertain. "The Disguise of a Man from the Mystical Legendary Land in a Ruined World" weaves a tale of intrigue, rebellion, and the search for hope in a world where legends collide with reality, and every choice carries the weight of a civilization’s survival.
Nasa_Kim · 1.7K Views

Silakrov

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold
Marilyn_Joe · 2.2K Views

Ebonborn

In a realm where legends breathe and the dead walk, the murim world exists on the knife’s edge of honor and savagery. Here, warriors aren’t just born but forged through relentless trials, wielding powers that reflect the very spirit within them. Ancient clans, bound by intricate codes and ancient feuds, vie for dominance, each cultivating their own martial secrets, whispered only through generations or carved into scrolls soaked in the blood of those who sought them. This land, cloaked in myth and shrouded in mystery, is one of harsh beauty, a tapestry of vast mountain ranges, haunted forests, and ruined temples where ghosts of fallen warriors linger. Among the wanderers, ronin, and hidden assassins, a delicate balance holds; it is a peace that trembles under the weight of long-held grudges, greed, and the thirst for power. Through silent pathways and forgotten villages, those who dare to walk alone, like Ebon, move as phantoms, forging their paths beyond the constraints of clan loyalty or kinship. These wanderers are nameless shadows, bound only to their own purpose and haunted by the spirits of their past. Yet, for all their independence, even they are touched by the unseen hand of the murim’s brutal politics and mystical forces. In this world of veiled faces, blood oaths, and silent vendettas, every step echoes with danger, and every encounter holds the potential to turn friend to foe. Those who dare to follow this path walk a line between life and legend, their fates lost in the whispers of the ancient and unyielding murim.
Gojimaru · 2.9K Views

Rail Star Universe

In a grand room shrouded in gloom, the dim light of an oil lamp cast faint glimmers on the black marble floor. The ornate decor created an eerie atmosphere, with shadows dancing in every corner. At the center of the room, a young man sat leisurely in a large chair. He wore a black suit paired with a white shirt, a neatly tied long tie, and matching black trousers. His black hooded cloak seemed to blend with the darkness, as if swallowing him into the mystery. His face was covered with pale white makeup like a mask, with simple lines beneath his eyes that emphasized an ominous impression. Red paint formed a faint smile on his lips and adorned his eyes, creating an unnatural contrast, evoking a disturbing yet captivating aura. This figure was known as Mr. Fool, a mysterious man whose name was feared by criminals and nobles alike in the city of Landlum. In front of him stood a young woman named Audrey, exuding elegance. She wore a high-cut noble gown adorned with lace and diamonds, radiating luxury without excess. Her intelligent and confident gaze matched the oppressive aura of the man before her, while her bright smile added a touch of warmth to the room. Their conversation was an exchange of information laced with tension. Audrey, though appearing friendly, carried the cunning of a skilled political player. With respect yet confidence, she requested Mr. Fool’s assistance in obtaining information about a nobleman named Lord Althric. In return, she offered a secret that might pique the man’s interest. Silence hung in the air as Mr. Fool listened to Audrey's offer. Beneath his eerie makeup, a faint smile formed. The man, with a calm and cold demeanor, stated that the price for any information he provided was always equal to its value. Audrey responded with nothing but a smile, unfazed even in the presence of someone so enigmatic. Their meeting was the beginning of a dangerous game, where every word spoken carried unseen risks. Beneath the polite exchange of words, they measured each other's strength, fully aware that in this world, information was the deadliest weapon.
Like_Fish1 · 145 Views

I Am Who Will Transcends Everything Even the Heaven can't stop me

Thong was but an ordinary young man, dwelling in a remote and rustic village far removed from the bustling cities of the world. His father, the man he cherished above all, had always been the guiding light in his life. Though their bond was unbreakable, his father was plagued by a relentless illness that slowly drained the vitality from his body. Day by day, the malady gnawed away at him until, at last, the inevitable came—his father succumbed to its grip. In the wake of his father’s passing, the family’s modest inheritance was cruelly seized by his elder sister, a woman of great power and renown in the nation. She was a prominent figure in the realms of business and influence, her name commanding respect and fear alike. Yet, her heart harbored no love for their father. She took for herself everything their father had intended to share between his children, leaving Thong with nothing but despair. Wrath burned within him, fierce and unrelenting. In the depths of his anguish, he resolved upon an act most unthinkable. Ignoring the weight of law and morality, Thong took his sister’s life. He struck her down amidst her lavish comforts, her husband falling to his blade as well. The joyous life she had built crumbled in an instant, ended by her own brother’s hand. With his deed done, Thong fled to the humble village of his birth, retreating to the small hut where he had grown up. There, he waited in silence, awaiting the retribution that he knew would come. Those he had slain were figures of immense power; he was certain their allies would hunt him down without mercy. Thong sat within the confines of his hut, his heart heavy yet calm. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, but as moments passed, something unfathomable occurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place entirely unfamiliar. The decrepit hut he had known was gone, replaced by a dwelling of intricate craftsmanship and resplendent beauty. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint hum of spiritual energy. Surrounding him was a mountain peak cloaked in thick mist, the heavens above painted with a brilliance he had never seen. His body felt different—stronger, lighter, brimming with an unearthly vitality. Slowly, he came to realize the truth: he was no longer in his own world. Somehow, he had crossed into another realm, one that bore a striking resemblance to the fantastical cultivation tales he had once devoured with fervor. Thong stood there, staring into the endless sky, his heart pounding with both fear and awe. This was a world of immortals, of boundless power and untold possibilities. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.
The_Ancestor_ · 5.6K Views
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