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Dreamscape to Ars Goetia - Lesser Key of Solomon

This story narrates about certain individuals - called Ars Goetians, a people, who got a talent to exist inside the world of dreams and use supernatural powers that work only in Dreamworld. Using them can affect the real world at some point, but not supernaturally, meaning that Ars Goetians cannot use their powers in reality, but it affects them greatly in the real world. The circumstances of this story take us to a world that looks just like our own, specifically to an international university in "Ryoto" - a fictional Japanese city that is second only to Tokyo. At some crucial moment, strange events started to happen. People start to disappear all around the country, some are losing their memories or turning against one another. A young Ars Goetian named Akira Yamauchi is trying to investigate what is the cause of these events. Akira studies at an international university during the day and enters the Dreamscape at night. He's fighting his way to learn the truth about his powers, himself, and how to summon powerful demons, gods, and heroes to fight beside him in a dreamworld. He is trying to oppose his father, who works as a politician and also being very skillful Ars Goetian. In a Dream reality called - Dreamscape, he and his father have a goal - find a legendary - lesser key of Solomon. This certain key exists only in the dreamworld and can open the gates of "Haven" and lead a person to a "Promised Land" to obtain infinite luck, wealth, and power in the real world. Akira himself believes that by opening the gates to the promised land, he can find the spirit of his dead mother.
Somulo · 11.7K Views

Rejected By The Alpha King; But She Is The Key

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.
SukieWrites · 18.3K Views

Wizard: The Emperor of Magic.

The sky shimmered with twin suns, casting warm hues over rolling hills and ancient forests. The air itself buzzed with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath his feet hummed faintly, as if alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled. He blinked against the unfamiliar light, confusion etched across his face. But confusion quickly gave way to awe. A bird soared overhead, trailing glimmers of blue light in its wake. Nearby, a child pointed a finger at a fallen branch, whispering a single word—and the wood floated into the air, spinning gently before settling neatly into a bundle. Magic. It was real. Tangible. Everywhere. In that moment, a hunger was born in him. Not a hunger for food, nor for wealth or fame, but something far deeper—a yearning. A need. An obsession. The magic of this world, this radiant, endless force that danced in the air and bled through every leaf and stone, had sparked something inside him. And each passing day only fanned that flame higher. His only goal became understanding Magic and growing in Magic. It consumed his thoughts. He chased rumors of ancient scrolls, watched from shadows as mages cast their spells, and spent sleepless nights sketching symbols he didn’t yet understand. He would kneel before old statues and listen to forgotten songs, desperate to catch even a whisper of arcane truth. Because he knew—knowledge was the key. The key to understanding this world. The key to understanding Magic. And knowledge… was the key to understanding the Universe.
Alex_kingstone · 10.4K Views

shadows of the elite

--- ### *Shadows of the Elite* – Volume 1 Kei Fushimiya never wanted to stand out. Born into a family of geniuses, he was cast aside as a failure and sent to the prestigious National Institute for Future Leaders (NIFL), a school designed to mold the next generation of elites. Kei had planned to blend into the background, maintaining average grades and avoiding unnecessary attention. But when he uncovers the school’s hidden system of manipulation and hierarchy, his quiet life shatters. The student government, composed entirely of Class A students, rules the school with an iron grip, crushing anyone who dares challenge them. At the center of it all is Ichika Renji, a cunning and ruthless vice president who recognizes Kei’s potential and declares him his next opponent. As Kei navigates mind games, power struggles, and dangerous rivalries, he finds himself forced into a battle he never wanted. With his class barely holding together and the looming "Dark Exams" threatening to determine their fate, Kei must decide—will he fight for Class C’s rise to the top, or will he sabotage them to ensure his own survival? In a world where intelligence is power and manipulation is the key to success, Kei must become a shadow among elites… or risk being crushed by them. Shadows of the Elite – Volume 1.5: Shadows Among Us Cruise Arc - A side story to the Island Survival Exam Synopsis: Smooth sailing on a luxury cruise, everything in Class C appears calm on the surface. The perceived calm before the storm of the island exam is actually a cutthroat mental game called **“Shadows Among Us.” Now lies are traded as currency, trust is a luxury, and betrayal comes to them from those they never suspected. Kei Fushimiya, the defeated title character who once yearned to be invisible, reemerges as a shadow tactician, maneuvering secret alliances and lies even clever observers could never predict.
DaoistDOWaJR · 23.1K Views

Bonds: A Pack of Wolves

Michael’s world is turned upside down when his father brings him to a mysterious bunker located beneath one of his family's establishments. His heart was racing, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were wide. The only thought ruling over his mind, the only question that flooded his mind, was 'WHAT IS THIS PLACE?' He asked himself repeatedly. Each time he and his father walked ever deeper into the bunker, Michael would feel an insatiable urge to question his beloved father on why he had decided that they should explore this daunting bunker. But how could he satisfy this urge to this man, this man he loved yet equally feared, this man whose anger burned like a blazing furnace? Quietly Michael walked behind his father. Finally, they reached a massive doorway. Further inside was a massive hall estimated to host at least 300 people. When he, Michael, the young lad, gazed around the hall, and when his face turned to the left side, shockingly, he saw an empty seat, which looked like a throne. "Father, what is this?" Michael questioned, "And why does that seat look like a throne?" That's because it is,He his father answered. Michael answered with another question, "Whose?" He asked, and his father went towards the throne and replied, "Mine," as he sat. Michael could not describe the emotions racing within him at that moment, but just when he thought he couldn't be more terrified, Venite, servi me! His father shouted at least 3 times. After shouting, the hall was flooded with men wearing black combative gear clothing and covered with black masks. They all came and stood in a formation as if they were trained soldiers; after they had all lined up, they themselves began shouting, Rex Lupus! Dominus Lupus! They shouted these words, words that Michael could not understand, about five times. Michael's father then responded also in a tongue he could not understand, remaining in absolute terror. Michael stood quaking after his father was done speaking to the men. All the men turned their faces from his father to him, and they shouted aloud, Iuvenis Lupus! Iuvenis Lupus. His father stood from his chair. Let's go, my son, he said to Michael. 'Who are you?' The young lad asked himself, completely and utterly stunned.
Writer_On_key · 9.3K Views
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