Mhw Thunderproof Mantle

In a world once protected by the eternal Guardian God, peace shattered when the deity met an inexplicable and untimely death. With the divine order broken, the land plunged into chaos. From the ashes of tranquility, a trial known as "The Stage" was born—a brutal contest where the most powerful beings of creation vie to shape the future. Constellations, ancient entities from across myth and legend, descend from their celestial realms to offer their blessings, each seeking to crown their chosen vessel as the next Guardian God. A new age teeters on the brink, its fate hanging on the outcome of this grim selection. Amid the strife, a lone figure rises—blessed by an unnamed Constellation, shrouded in mystery. Burdened with the mantle of destiny, this vessel must navigate a world consumed by power struggles, betrayal, and the looming shadow of an ancient secret, all while contending for the right to rule as the new Guardian God.

In 2010, mysterious portals known as “gates” ripped open across the globe, snatching people away and unleashing monstrous beings upon Earth. For six harrowing months, humanity battled these invaders until the gates reopened, returning the vanished with newly awakened, cosmic powers linked to distant planets. Dubbed the "Children of the Sun," these transformed individuals became humanity's unlikely defenders, each empowered by the celestial energy of a specific planet. Now, in 2025, the hunt for these enigmatic portals has evolved into a nationwide quest—and with it, the rise of exclusive academies dedicated to training these gifted warriors. Amid this charged atmosphere, 15-year-old Seon-Woo experiences a startling awakening after fainting at school, a phenomenon never before seen. Just as the world begins to adapt, a new portal appears, unleashing monsters fifty times more formidable than those from the past. While traditional foes can only be defeated by a Child of the Sun from their corresponding planet, this latest threat defies the rules, as no human emerges to claim the celestial mantle. Desperate times force humanity to craft rare, expensive weapons forged from the very skin of these beasts—a temporary fix in the face of overwhelming danger. As Seon-woo enrols in the military to execute a plan the world was not ready for, he soon discovers that his abilities might not only allow him to slay these monstrous foes but even to control them. With the fate of a world teetering on the brink of cosmic chaos, his journey becomes a race against time to unlock the true potential of the sun within him—and to determine whether he can stand as humanity's final line of defence against an enemy unlike any other.

Betrayed and left for dead, Richard Blackwood—formerly known as the world renowned hero Astralis—awakens a decade later to find the world has moved on, and an imposter now wears his mantle. Disguised as a rookie in the Mage Guild, he quietly hunts for answers. 'If my little sister is levelled above me, then what about everyone else? How much stronger have the bastards who betrayed me grown while I was dead?' Richard must grow stronger once again, and rise much higher than the S-Rank. 'What the fuck? I almost die, and I get a power up?'

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

In the vast world known as Boundless Spirit, at the very heart of the land, lies the Jade Heaven Continent, the most spiritually abundant and central hub of cultivation. Yet, amidst this flourishing civilization of cultivators, competition, strife, and warfare run rampant. The Sacred Land of the Immortal Stream, one of the greatest holy grounds, stands at the southernmost end of the Jade Heaven Continent. This place, brimming with dense spiritual energy, serves as a gathering ground for countless formidable experts. Han Ming, an outwardly unremarkable young man, conceals a past shrouded in mystery. In his previous life, he was a scientist who was falsely accused and met an unjust end. However, fate granted him a new beginning in this world of cultivation, bringing along the memories of his past life. He was also born with the Sacred Radiant Body, a physique of divine caliber. By all rights, his family should have cherished and nurtured him. But reality was cruel... He was raised solely as a vessel for the ancestral spirit of his family. Upon uncovering the grim fate that awaited him, Han Ming meticulously devised a plan to escape, faking his own death to sever all ties with his clan and embark on a new life alone. With intelligence, resourcefulness, and unwavering determination, he managed to enter the Sacred Land of the Immortal Stream. Though he started from the lowest rank, his unparalleled talent and profound comprehension allowed him to steadily climb the ranks. Eventually, he earned recognition as a true disciple and was accepted into the Pure Radiance Peak. But tragedy struck... During an expedition in search of the legacy of a Great Emperor, the disciples of Pure Radiance Peak were utterly annihilated. Both the senior disciples and the former peak lord perished, leaving Han Ming who had been in seclusion as the sole survivor. As a result, at just seventeen years old, he was forced to take on the mantle of the Peak Master of Pure Radiance. With his path fraught with enemies and relentless challenges, just as he turned eighteen, a mysterious system that had lain dormant within him finally awakened... [Ultimate Master System has automatically bound to the host.] ……………. In this world, the cultivation system is divided into thirteen major realms: Qi Control, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Formation, Body Integration, Nirvana, Heavenly Cavern, Saint, Saint King, Saint Emperor, Half-Emperor, and Great Emperor. Each major realm is further divided into nine sub-stages.

【WSA Newbie 2025 Entry】 "Stripped of his power, betrayed by those he trusted, and abandoned by fate itself, the young master of the Celestial Clan faces a choice: cling to the tattered remnants of his righteous path or to embrace the darkness blooming within. When a catastrophic fall strips him of everything, he, along with his fiancée by his side, abandons the righteous path. Witness the birth of an anti-protagonist couple, as they forge contracts with ancient, terrifying beasts and carve a new destiny from the bones of their enemies." In the heart of the Azure Star Continent lies the legendary Celestial Clan, rulers of an unbroken legacy of power, wealth, and influence. At its helm stands Xian Tianyang, a prodigy born with unparalleled talent and destined to inherit the mantle of leadership. Calm, calculating, and relentless, Tianyang has forged a reputation as an unshakable force, a young master whose genius is rivaled only by his ambition. But the path to supremacy is fraught with danger. In a continent where alliances shift like desert sands and rival factions sharpen their blades, Tianyang must navigate a world of intrigue and betrayal. When his childhood fiancée, Lin Yuqing, the “Blooming Empress” of the Eternal Bloom Clan, enters his life, their union threatens to spark both alliances and rivalries that could reshape the continent. With ancient secrets lurking in the shadows, enemies plotting from every corner, and the weight of his family’s legacy on his shoulders, Tianyang must prove that he is more than just a prodigy—he is the heir to the Celestial Throne. Will their fates intertwine as destined rulers, or will the fires of ambition and duty tear them apart? Prepare for a tale of genius, power, and forbidden emotions, where every choice has the power to change the fate of nations. Disclaimer! Please read Auxiliary Volume 0 for important information to better understand the setting, characters, techniques, cultivation realms, bloodlines, beast levels, and contracts.

After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

The prolonged war among supernatural beings had plagued their world for generations, with the vampires pushing aggressively to the borders of the werewolf kingdom, ruthlessly slaughtering wolves in their path. After his father's death, Zion assumed the mantle of his father and joined the frontlines of battle. After three grueling years, the werewolves finally drove the vampires back, forcing them to retreat to their lands in defeat. Zion and the brave warriors who fought alongside him returned to their territories as heroes, celebrated and warmly welcomed. When Addison heard of Zion's impending return, she devoted herself to preparing an elaborate welcome banquet, organizing every detail over the two weeks leading up to his arrival. Although her marriage to Zion had originally been one of convenience, rooted in her deep gratitude to the former Alpha who had saved her life, she had since fallen for Zion. His powerful presence, charismatic leadership, and striking appearance had won her over, and from the moment she offered herself as his mate, she had accepted him wholeheartedly as her Alpha and mate. The long-awaited return of Zion and his warriors was met with jubilant celebration. Pack members gathered at the borders, eager to welcome their hero, Alpha, and his brave fighters. Addison, too, stood among them, filled with anticipation and genuine happiness at seeing Zion again. But as the pack caught sight of their Alpha, the largest of the wolves approaching with fur as dark as midnight, Addison’s heart froze—on his back sat a pregnant woman. For werewolves, it was well-known that only mates were allowed to ride in their wolf form, and seeing this woman there, visibly expecting, spoke volumes. Addison’s heart tightened painfully, yet she fought to maintain her composure, choosing to receive Zion and his entourage with a warm and gracious smile. Despite her efforts, Zion dismissed her completely, his attention solely on the woman as he tenderly guided her from his back and into the heart of their home. When all was said and done, but Addison still received nothing but contempt and hatred, she decided to leave. But why did Zion react so strongly? "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface.

When the Four Horsemen—Conquest, War, Famine, and Death—descend upon the world, humanity’s end is inevitable. No army can stand against them. No prophecy speaks of salvation. The apocalypse is written in fate, unbreakable and absolute. But one man refuses to accept his destiny. Offered a second chance by the embodiment of Chaos, he is cast into the depths of Hell—not to suffer, but to sojourn through its horrors and forge a power that should not exist: The Fifth Seal. If he can shatter the laws of fate and claim the forbidden mantle of the Fifth Horseman, he may stand a chance at stopping the apocalypse before it begins.

When war finally ended, the Arcadians sought retribution from the nightmares they had suffered from demonkind. A noble Princess had taken her mother's mantle in order to uphold peace between the two races so humanity could co-exist with their fellow demons in a kingdom without strife, but war paved the road to peace in blood and such path is but a fragile thread awaiting to be ignited by the flames of hatred. Another great war awaits, but will she be able to avert it? Second iteration of the Knight's Fate saga chronologically speaking. Yes I'm starting from the second because the first was an utter failure when I tried to write it, it just didn't fit the mood of a fantasy novel unlike this one. Though don't worry this doesn't mean you can't enjoy this one before I write the first. This is the first story I've actually published so I appreciate any feedback, be it good or bad just let me know what you think.

Plucked out of his mundane life, Kai Nightshade has been chosen to take on the mantle of a Time-keeper, beings who are bestowed with extraordinary power, in order to protect their reality from the wrath of Temporal Leviathans, monsters that exist beyond the plane of reality and cause chaos and destruction as they please. Will Kai be able to successfully take on his role, or will he have to face a fate worse than death?

“Have you ever wished that a truck would hit you and you would transmigrate into a world filled with swords and magic? Perhaps you wished that you would be a hero, defeating the villains, protecting the land, and receiving all sorts of admiration and love from the people. I would give you one piece of advice. Perish that thought.” -Ravi West *** Ravi West was a hero of indisputable esteem. As a Sentinel, he traveled the Realms, killing villains and saving entire civilizations. His job was everything to him. Until Luxor. Luxor changed everything. Luxor changed him. Ravi was done. The tiredness etched into his bones. He laid down his mantle and vanished. He chose the most boring planet in his memory for his retirement, except this Earth was not like the one he remembered- Nests, monsters, superheroes, and villains filled the streets but that was not his business. He has a plan, a quiet, uncaring life filled with wine, food, and books. But the New Captain at the Bureau seemed to enjoy shattering all his carefully laid plans. He was the most annoying person Ravi had ever met, blonde hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, and a sunny smile, the righteous Arlen Sinclair constantly got involved in cases much bigger than him, dragging Ravi along into his Shenanigans. **** Grumpy, Cynic Shou who doesn't care if the world burns× Golden Retriever, Righteous Gong who is the first to bring the bucket to save the burning world. #Foundfamily #Sliceoflife, #crime, #mystery, #Superheros, #OverpoweredMc, #Protagonistfallsinlovefirst #MutualPampering #Powercouple #Superpowers #Cooking #Farming #yaoi #Detectives #Villains [This book is participating in the WSA contest] Disclaimer: The book cover to be taken down at owner's request.

"That's war. War that's gone on for too long now. All the people know is blood." Fred tries to reason with me again, his whisper becoming more heated, "you're the leader of our people, the last of the touched. You have to take us out of here. You have to save the pups." I shake my head and whisper back to him, "The 11th house will follow me to the ends of the earth to extinguish my family's line after what my father did. If I lead you, I just doom you all." My beta, Fred, struggles to control his wolf and grips my arm, "We're even more doomed without you." I only have one way to truly save my people and that's to replace the murdered queen. I'm of the blood, as the last touched I can challenge the rites at any time to claim her throne. This was always my privilege, instilled in me since birth. Though I had no desire to take on her mantle, she'd been a kind enough monarch. I had no choice now. If I became queen my pack would replace the 11th as the royal pack and they'd become untouchable by the other houses. It was a gamble, one that would likely kill me, but it was the only play that I had left. And so, dear reader, this is the story of how I signed up for my own doom. How I became the willing participant in the rite of queens.

Born of a forbidden union, a god named Matrix found his destiny intertwined with the greatest war the realms had ever known. When the battle finally subsided, an unexpected burden fell upon him: the mantle of World King. He ruled with grim resolve, balancing order and sacrifice, his hands forever stained with the ichor of fallen gods. But even this hard-won peace was fragile. From the depths of Oblivion, a monstrous horde, imprisoned by his father's desperate act, clawed its way free, threatening to unravel all he had built. Against this encroaching darkness, Matrix stood defiant, but as a god without allies, his crusade seemed doomed from the start. Or so fate decreed. As defeat loomed, a hidden anomaly revealed itself: a tear in the fabric of time, offering a desperate escape through transmigration. Yet such power comes with a terrible price. How long can a god endure such trials? When will he succumb to despair, to the very darkness he seeks to vanquish? Will he shatter under the strain, becoming a harbinger of annihilation across the realms? Or might he, against all prophecy, find a spark of hope within the abyss and rise anew? * "Tell me what you saw," Matrix commanded, his voice edged with a desperate impatience. The Oracle chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth. A tremor ran through Se'mudara, prickling the skin on her arms. "I see dead people,"

------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ In the enigmatic realm of Alvard, the age-old art of Daemon summoning has always held a sacred and formidable allure. Daemons, mystical beings of diverse forms - humanoids, beasts, and even objects - are called upon to serve as guardians, defending cities and forming unbreakable bonds with their chosen hosts known as Ewers. Each battle strengthens this connection, forging them into an unyielding force. Amidst this mystical tapestry, a young and gifted Ewer named Cain harbors an insatiable ambition. His dreams reach for the pinnacle of Daemon mastery, the title of "The Dunatos," reserved for Alvard's mightiest summoners. One fateful night, destiny leads him down a shadowy alley where he encounters an enigmatic and injured woman. She entrusts him with a cryptic artifact: the Omnific Tesseract. As its ethereal glow bathes him, a newfound surge of power courses through his veins. The cube's secrets unveil a hitherto unknown realm of Daemon summoning - one that empowers him to command a legion of Daemons, melding them into unholy unions, and granting birth to formidable hybrid Daemons in their ultimate forms. Guided by Eve, an enigmatic A.I. entity dwelling within the Omnific Tesseract, Cain embarks on a journey to claim the coveted mantle of the mightiest Ewer in all of Alvard. Together, they assemble an awe-inspiring army of Daemons, each more awe-inspiring and terrifying than the last. With flames that scorch the heavens and ice that freezes souls, with shadows that conceal the darkest of secrets and light that unveils the truth, they heed his beck and call, bound by the mystical power of the Tesseract. Yet, as Cain treads this uncharted path, a haunting question lingers in the depths of his soul: What other enigmatic secrets lie dormant within this mystical artifact, waiting to be unearthed in the shadowy corners of his impending adventure? ----------------------------------------- My very first book. If you are interested in summoning beings to fight battle and are not limited to any form in which they appear then you have met the right book. And if you like my book please add them to your collection and vote with power stones ...

Betrayed by his kingdom. Cursed by the gods. Kieran Valcrest, once the greatest champion of the Dominion, was cast into the Abyss—a prison for the forsaken. For a thousand years, he suffered in darkness, hunted by eldritch horrors and ancient beings beyond mortal comprehension. But he did not break. He did not die. He evolved. Now, the Abyss has released him, and he returns as something far beyond human—a being feared by gods, kings, and even death itself. The world has changed, yet the corruption that doomed him still festers in the heart of empires. Armed with the Shadow Sovereign’s Mantle, a power that devours fate itself, Kieran walks the path of vengeance. Monarchs, deities, and celestial forces move against him, but none understand the truth—he is no longer their pawn. He is their reckoning. In the game of gods and kings… the Forsaken Sovereign bows to none.

The protagonist of the novel faced a great deal of misfortune right from birth. The mother once wanted to strangle the protagonist, and the grandmother also insulted the protagonist, calling him/her a freak and a jinx. Fortunately, the maternal grandmother adopted the protagonist, and the protagonist spent an innocent childhood by her side. The protagonist discovered that he/she was different from ordinary people. He/she was an intersex person, whose gender was difficult to distinguish, with one half being feminine and the other half masculine. The protagonist could see ghosts and inherited the mantle of his/her semi-immortal maternal grandmother. The protagonist realized that he/she was a girl but was different from ordinary girls. In terms of emotions, the protagonist has liked the male lead since childhood. However, if he/she undergoes surgery to become a real woman, his/her special abilities will be destroyed, which puts the protagonist in a dilemma. In addition to the supernatural elements, the story also includes the development of the emotional storyline. The plot is full of ups and downs and is novel. The foreshadowing is well-placed and the plot points are interlinked. Some readers commented that they felt a strong sense of immersion, and some were even moved to tears.

The Grim Reaper, it appears, is a mantle passed down through the ages; and in this generation, fate has bestowed it upon me. This is neither myth nor legend—it is a palpable reality unfolding before our very eyes......

Nathan and Jade must learn to survive the brutality of the galaxy at war without the protection of their households when they stumble upon an ancient artifact inside an ancient ruin of The Ancient Ozdronian Dynasty. They are required to search Evan more ruins to solve the ancient riddle left behind by their deity to prove themselves to be worthy of accepting the mantle of godhood. will they be able to work together, or will Nathan allow his hatred for females to go out of control?

Lee Seungho, the son of two renowned and influential figure, is born into a world of privilege and power. As the heir to the hermit family, the Lee family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful family in the world, Seungho carries the weight of his lineage on his young shoulders. From birth, Seungho is immersed in the intricacies of the family business, a complex network of global enterprises spanning from technology and finance to art and philanthropy. He is groomed to be a leader, a visionary, and a shrewd businessman, expected to uphold the family's legacy and further expand its influence. He inherits not only the family's wealth and power but also a unique system like his mother Lee Minho, designed to cultivate him. This system, a rigorous program of education, training, and real-world experiences especially of flaunting wealth. However, Seungho's path to succession is not without its challenges. As Seungho navigates the complexities of family, business, and personal growth, he must learn to balance the expectations placed upon him with his own desires and aspirations. He must prove himself worthy of the mantle of leadership, while remaining true to himself and the values he holds dear. [it's the SEQUEL of my first book 'THE SYSTEMS GOLDEN STANDARD'] *[It's a BL] *[The picture is not mine. #CTTO]

After dying in battle, trying to protect his kingdom from destruction, Aldric Valthorne, a Holy Paladin of the God of Life, finds himself digging his way out of the dirt into the moonlight of an unknown world. After the God of death took a liking to Aldric for sending so many souls to him, with the God of Life, they tried to reincarnate Aldric. After 200 years and the decline of their followers, there wasn't enough power. The best the two gods could do was resurrect Aldric. Now promised with hope of reincarnation, Aldrich is on a journey to spread word of his old Gods and grant them enough follows to allow them to reincarnate him. Follow along as Aldric takes on the mantle of an adventurer to get fame and glory all to spread the word of the old gods. No doubt, the new gods that took their place among the churches, are going to have a problem with that.

The story is about an orphan who does odd jobs to live his life. He is just the definition of ordinary guy. Has a crush, favorite novels, games... But a single incident changes his life, and he becomes a bad guy.. Seeing all the bad deeds he has done, without losing his character, he gets the attention of the devil, Lucifer. And Lucifer wants him to take up his mantle as the new king of hell. But he has to face the other devils, who want to usurp the throne. But the hero has a trusty system who would help him in becoming the king. Discord link: https://discord.gg/AXgypAWHyu

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin

In a war-ravaged world where magic reigns supreme, Elrianon, a fallen elven general cursed by his own pursuit of forbidden knowledge, must navigate the ruins of his homeland. After barely surviving an assault led by the dark sorcerer Zorath, Elrianon finds himself at the heart of a brewing alliance with human forces. Haunted by whispers of ancient power and driven by a need for vengeance, he struggles to control a dangerous grimoire that holds the key to unimaginable blood magic. While Elrianon wrestles with the dark temptations of the book, he is forced to take on the mantle of leadership, training human soldiers to face Zorath’s ever-growing army. But as the king and his council seek to understand the enigmatic elf and the dark power he carries, the lines between ally and adversary begin to blur. As the looming threat of Zorath's forces approaches, Elrianon must decide: will he sacrifice his soul to destroy his enemy, or will he find a way to lead his people to victory without falling to darkness?

Tartarus, The world sculpted by celestial hands, the angels descended from the far reaches of the cosmos, bearing the edicts of the Creator. They came as guardians, bringing order to the boundless depths of Tartarus. Yet, beneath the veneer of divine law, deception festers—an Evil unseen, a whisper in the dark that even the great entities fails to perceive. From the flow of time itself, a man is sent—a mortal from Earth, chosen by the Angels of Time. His purpose? To stand against the encroaching catastrophe that lurks unseen, waiting to consume Tartarus. But he does not seek the mantle of a hero. Shackled by scars of the past, he rejects the fate thrust upon him. Yet fate is relentless, and the tide of destiny drags him forth, forcing him into the role he so despises. To be a hero in Tartarus is not to wield a sword against mere foes, but to unravel a truth buried beneath epochs of lies. The histories recorded in sacred tomes are but illusions, their words spun to shroud an unspeakable secret. And as he walks the path of revelation, he glimpses the echoes of worlds long lost, of ages that the gods have conspired to erase. But knowledge is a double-edged blade. The deeper he delves, the clearer it becomes—this is no mere deception of a single world, but a tapestry of falsehood woven into the fabric of the cosmos itself. What lies beyond the veil is not simply the truth of Tartarus, but the truth of existence. He will bring light to the darkness. But the darkness is endless. May Theo rest peacefully. Join discord for more discussion! https://discord.gg/K5FNjare

In a realm shrouded by humanity's darkest sins, a world adrift in a sea of lost purpose, Allthim decreed a final reckoning. Age after age, emissaries of divine light were cast forth, beacons in the night of ignorance. Yet, their sacred words were met with scorn, their holy missions met with steel. Now, as twilight descends upon creation, Souael, a soul ignited by fate, is chosen to be the last ember of hope. A mantle of destiny is draped upon his shoulders, a burden of truth to be borne. For within the heart of this world, a grotesque tapestry of deceit has been woven, a perversion of morality cloaked in societal grace. Souael, a sword unsheathed for righteousness, must first cleanse this corrupted soil before striking at the root of evil. Amidst the labyrinth of deception, he finds solace in the omniscience of his creator: "They weave webs of lies, but He is the master weaver of fate." With faith as his compass and justice as his blade, Souael embarks on a perilous journey, a cosmic ballet between light and darkness, as the world trembles on the precipice of oblivion. Note: I reworked my previous delayed novel. This time I have my precious semester break to write. I write it in my first language, so I just translate the original using AI. My apologize.

“Joy is the token of a generous personality. Sometimes it is also a mantle that clothes a life of sacrifice and self-giving. A person who has this gift often reaches high summits. He or she is like the sun in a community.” “Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it.” By mother Teresa, which I know it’s true.

Mutants, are people who have awakened their dormant genes which allows them to access their unique abilities, out of fear for these mutants humanity locked most of them in an underground environment called the umbra. Clyde wilson, is a citizen of the umbra whose life has been turned upside down after taking up a secret traditional mantle within his family.

“Why struggle, you ask? What drives people forward, what is valuable enough for one's will to prevail? Have you ever stopped to reflect on the weight of your decisions, on the exact moment when things began to fall apart? You may never know where you went wrong, or if there was ever a right path. But here you are, the last vestige of humanity, moving not for hope or redemption, but driven by the stubborn will to defy those who destroyed your world. So you will fight, you will fight just to antagonize those beings who ruined everything you loved. Is that spark of defiance enough? Is that spark of defiance a worthy purpose to carry to the end? In a world on the brink of destruction, Lucien, the last survivor of humanity, faces his end surrounded only by the ruins of what was once a thriving civilization. Having lost everything and consumed by despair, a twist of fate takes him back to the past immediately after his death. Armed with the mysterious Gaia system, Lucien refuses to repeat the mistakes of the past and once again assume the mantle of hero. In his new beginning, he decides to operate from the shadows, becoming the unexpected variable that could alter the timeline and save humanity from its tragic fate. With renewed powers and steely determination, Lucien seeks to change the future and search for the answers he couldn't get in his previous life, facing challenges that test not only his strength but also his will to remain hidden in a world that constantly pushes him toward heroism.”