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Department Of Paranormal Entities (D.O.P.E)

[Incoming Transmission…] Sender: D.O.P.E. Headquarters Security Clearance: RED Subject: Emergency Reader Recruitment You were just another clueless soul, living your life thinking horror movies were a joke and demons were just edgy Halloween costumes. You were wrong. Horribly. Hilariously. Dangerously wrong. Welcome to D.O.P.E.—Department of Paranormal Entities, the frontline defense between humanity and the literal nightmares leaking out of Hell. And guess what? You’ve just been recruited. This is not your typical web novel. Expect: Extreme horror (The kind that messes with your sleep schedule) Non-stop laughter (Because fear and comedy are best friends here) Adult jokes and inappropriate thoughts (You’ve been warned) Two idiotic heroes trying their best not to die—or get hung upside down by their demon coach If you're easily offended, easily scared, or allergic to sarcasm, now’s your chance to tap out. Still here? Good. Your options: Add this novel to your collection. Read at least 10 chapters and get addicted to this novel. Drop a comment at the end of each chapter or face spiritual judgment by our ghostly HR team. Prepare to become part of something bigger. Way bigger. Like, Hell-vs-Humanity bigger. Failure to comply may result in unauthorized spectral activity in your room. You’ve been warned. [Mission Log Updated: Add D.O.P.E. to Library] Threat Level: Class F to SSS (Good luck) Survivability Rate: ...decreasing. Welcome to D.O.P.E. You're not ready. But you're here. Let's go. [Transmission Ends.] WARNING:
DTaleStudio · 44.2K Views

Lord of Wonders

If you love Lord of Mysteries, then this is absolutely for you. In the year 1900, the city of Cairo is a powder keg of progress and antiquity. Beneath the shadows of ancient minarets, the British Empire and the Khedive's court play their games of power, while gas lamps illuminate streets where forgotten magics lie dormant. In this city of glaring sun and deep shadows, Omar Hassan lives a life of quiet desperation. A meticulous, low-level clerk in the Khedivial Archives, his world has shrunk to the scent of aging paper and the mounting anxiety over his younger sister's worsening illness. His only goal is to earn enough to afford the European medicine that might save her. Omar's mundane existence is shattered when he is tasked with archiving a disturbing police file from the Restricted Section. The case, officially closed as a suicide, details the death of a man whose body was found folded in ways that defy the laws of anatomy. Clipped to the file is a photograph of the victim's final, cryptic note: "They sing from the angles. The geometry is wrong... I fold now. I fold to fit." Driven by a reckless curiosity he cannot explain, Omar steals the photograph of the note—an act that pulls him past a threshold from which there is no return. He has stumbled upon a truth hidden from the world: reality is a thin veil stretched over the Echoing Void, an abyss of non-existence from which alien, god-like beings press against the world. Their influence leaks into reality through "Whispers"—incomprehensible cosmic principles that manifest in esoteric artifacts, forbidden texts, and maddening sounds. Those who can decipher and internalize these Whispers can gain supernatural abilities, becoming "Listeners" who walk a razor's edge between power and damnation. Each ability, however, demands a sacrifice, forcing the Listener to align their very being with an alien concept. Failure to do so results in "Discordance," a terrifying process where one's mind and body are irrevocably corrupted, twisted into a monstrous reflection of the Whisper they failed to control. Now, haunted by what he has seen and touched, Omar discovers he is not alone. Secret societies, ravenous cults, and clandestine government agencies have long contended for control of this forbidden knowledge. Armed only with his sharp, analytical mind and the first terrifying tastes of a power that threatens to unravel his sanity, Omar must navigate a labyrinth of conspiracy and cosmic dread. To save his sister and himself, this humble scribe must learn the rules of an impossible game, deciphering the maddening symphony of the Void before the final, dissonant chord brings silence to the world.
GladiousX · 940 Views

Corporate Villainy: Trampling Protagonists as a Business Dad

In a world where megacorporations rule like feudal dynasties and cultivation is under corporate rule, Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a silk-sheeted bed beside a suspiciously curvy woman. Reincarnated into the body of a doomed CEO fated to be a "villain's father". Vincent quickly realizes he's a disposable background character— the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. Unfortunately for fate, Vincent didn’t reincarnate to play along. He reincarnated to ruin protagonists for profit. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, every cruel scheme, humiliating press leak, or market manipulation against protagonist nets him Villain Points—and every time he crushes a “fated encounter,” his Luck Points rise. Turn the protagonist into a drugie? +400 VP + 50 LP Reduce the mercenary king to a job of a small security guard? +500 VP +100 LP Cause chaos in a protagonist's harem—emotional betrayal, internal sabotage, or seduction ? +1,000 VP +200 LP As his mid sized logistics corporation moves towards becoming a corporate megaforce, Vincent must climb the cultivation ladder, weaponize capitalism, and outwit Fate itself—one bankrupt protagonist at a time. The world wants him humbled. The story wants him deleted. But Vincent Cornelius is here to rewrite the script. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest.
Maharaja_Sakt · 113.2K Views

God's Favour devils pawn

But will he succeed… Can Vikram truly stop these twisted demons—creatures who slaughter humans by making their intestines explode from within, all by simply shoving cursed feathers into their ass ? From the divine mind of Brahma, the god of creation, came not only beauty and order—but also the flaws of existence. One such flaw was born from his back, not his heart or mind—a symbol of neglect. That flaw took form as Adharma, the embodiment of impropriety. Adharma married Mithya, the goddess of falsehood, who twists truth and clouds clarity. From their union came Dambha (Vanity), representing arrogance born from lies, and Maya (Illusion), his sister and future wife, who wraps the world in deception. Dambha and Maya gave birth to Krodha (Anger)—the violent force of pride and frustration. He, too, married his sister, Himsa (Violence)—a being that thrives on pain and destruction. From them was born Kali—not a god, but a force destined to rule the final age due to his bloodline connection to Brahma. Thus began Kali Yuga, an era fated to last 432,000 years—a time where neither gods nor demons are allowed to intervene in the human realm. But one demon rebelled—Rudra. Seeking to overthrow Kali, he unleashed chaos on the human world, shattering the divine balance and leaking celestial power into the mortal realm. As humans unknowingly begin to awaken to these powers, the order of the universe teeters on collapse. To stop this spiral, the gods choose a protector for Earth: Vikram. His destiny is not to conquer, but to restore balance—to walk the line between gods, demons, and mankind… and maintain cosmic order.
Breath_Write · 1.3K Views

I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.
RighteousFilth · 3.8M Views

Laphyzel: The Weaving of The World

In the magical world of Laphyzel, reality itself is shaped by an ancient and intricate force known as Threadweaving—a system of threads that bind all things: names, places, memories, even time. These threads can be pulled, looped, mended—or broken. And beneath this fragile weave, something terrible stirs: The Severed Loom, an ancient unmaking force that does not create but unravels. This is the story of three immortals bound not by blood, but by echo and choice: Hiro Brihrest: a bright, impulsive boy with a sugarcane addiction, a wooden sword he named Responsibility, and a strange habit of naming things. Unbeknownst to him, Hiro is the reincarnated First Hero, a soul tied to the heart of Laphyzel itself. In every lifetime, he forgets who he was—but his thread remembers. Vampher Darquez: the first vampire, born of death and resurrected by wild magic. Banished by the village that once raised him, he carries a coffin full of apples and deep, painful loneliness. He once made vampire nobility—but left them when they began worshipping him. All he ever wanted was a real family. Dee Megus: the inventor of Threadweaving, offered godhood long ago but refused it. He walks the world as an artist, teacher, and troublemaker. Dee once tried to thread a name into himself—a stolen name—but the Loom punished him with eternal loops. Now he is something between man and myth, carrying the weight of forgotten wars and futures that haven’t happened. Together—though not always together—the trio begin circling a fate they’ve already lived once. Because deep in the weave lies the scar of a catastrophe that hasn’t yet happened: the First Weave War. It will be Hiro, Dee, and Vampher who once sealed the Severed Loom—at great cost. But the memory of that war bled backward in time, fracturing the world before the battle was even fought. These fractures created places where time stutters, names echo, and people forget themselves. The story begins innocently: Hiro and Dee traveling from ruin to ruin, Hiro hearing his name whispered in riverbeds and constellations. But Hiro’s presence begins waking something. The Loom watches. Thread cultists called Dethreaders, led by the eerie priest Mollwright, seek to unnname Hiro, not kill him—because to speak someone’s threadname wrongly is to erase their ability to reincarnate. Meanwhile, Vampher awakens from stasis with no clear reason. Drawn by forgotten bonds, he begins walking again, accompanied by a child made from one of his discarded names—a being who calls him Father Not and sings the lullaby Hiro shouldn’t remember. The three slowly converge. At a festival celebrating names, Mollwright attempts to unname Hiro using a scroll from the Severed Loom. But he mispronounces it, and the weave rejects him. Hiro, shaken, begins leaking memory and speech from lives he hasn’t lived yet—he even calls Dee by the forbidden name Weaveren. Dee rushes Hiro to an abandoned Thread Shrine to repair his frayed soul, but something buried deep beneath the shrine begins to wake early.
Steins_12 · 13.4K Views

Cursed To Love Her For a Thousand Lives

*Changed Title* He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri is a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W
devonany · 79K Views

Woke up his wife

Woke Up His Wife – Synopsis Tamilore Coker had her life planned out: graduate, get engaged to Kunle—the city’s second-richest bachelor—and build her career in peace. But everything crashes in one night at a hotel when she wakes up next to a stranger… only, he’s not just anyone. He’s Jeremiah Adebayo, 25, ruthless billionaire CEO, and the city’s most sought-after man. Neither of them planned it. Both were drugged. And now the media frenzy, leaked photos, and family pressure have forced them into a scandalous, accidental marriage. To protect his image, Jeremy proposes a cold business-like arrangement—divorce after a year, prenup signed, no feelings involved. But Tammy isn’t just another pretty face—she’s a genius-level hacker, sharp-tongued, sarcastic, and way too real for the Adebayo elite. As she’s pushed into a life of wealth, Tammy faces backhanded compliments, snide remarks, and her own shattered heart. Enemies become allies. Secrets unravel. And somewhere between burnt plantains, tech investor parties, and stolen glances, a fake marriage starts feeling dangerously real. But betrayal hides in plain sight—and the night that brought them together was no accident. As truths begin to surface and a forbidden pregnancy looms, both Tammy and Jeremy must decide: fight for their lives—or fall in love for real. One messy, emotional, enemies-to-lovers rollercoaster. Welcome to Woke Up His Wife. Where love wasn’t part of the plan—but fate had other ideas.
Oeais · 5.3K Views

Things We Don’t Talk About

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.
RongKing · 11.6K Views

System Nemesis

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]
LaPlume · 1.9M Views

Hybrid Luna

"I am never going to accept you. " I don't care that your my fated mate, it's never going to happen. Why don't you just go and keep sleeping with every girl you come across, or are you already tired of being a whore. She grits her teeth, making Haze frown. "Don't fucking call me that" He says Immediately, trapping her against the wall, trying to fight his wolf for dominance, when he feels a spark surge through his body. The mating bond was itching at his skin. She was sure he could smell the Pheromone scent leaking off her. He took a deep breathe as he tried to control him self , letting out a heavy sigh and a little chuckle. "You'll be mine sooner or later, and when that happens, you'll be moaning my name out of those sweet pump limps. He says leaning closer into her neck and inhaling her scent, leaving no space between them. Haze is used to having any and every woman he wants at his disposal. He was 21, devilishly handsome and without a mate, he believed his mate never existed. Bella was used to being the outcast and punching bag of her pack. she had been bullied and down on by her family and pack. She attends a party with her family where she meets Haze , who is the alpha of his pack and her fated mate. She is disheartened and refuses to accept him as her mate. She had only met him but quickly disliked the fact that he was is a womanizer and had been with more girls than she could count. But Haze is persistent to win her heart and right his wrongs. Will she give in to the mating bond and accept him, or make his life a living hell.
Lyndria · 11 Views

SOLO MAX AWAKENING

In a normal ongoing world (earth), people going on there daily tasks and working place as normal. Life continues as usual!!! Suddenly!! sky blue view slowly taken a drastic turn and slowly turns into red color like evening sky. 'Hah?? (Someone notice) Is it already 5:00 PM or what??' (While looking sharply at the sky) 'Hey! Mom look at the sky. Its kind of weird.' (A little girl noticed and calls her mother to look at the scenery.) 'Oh! Yeah it's a bit weird.' (Her mother responses) Hmm!?? Is it a hole or what?? (She looks something with wide eyes) Suddenly!! *Crack! Split!! (like a broken mirror) red sky got break like a hole in space-time fabric and...... *Whoooosh gradually taken a shape of a big blue WORMHOLE in flat horizontal way on sky and like from a complete void, some thing -- appeared.... from other side of that portal and obviously not a humanly figure but... something which we can only assume in our old fantasy stories. (Want to know?? Then go read the *PROLOGUE of this story) However in short... this sudden extraordinary and otherworldly phenomena led to a disruption in the sky, causing by some unknown huge force a pathway in space-time fabric of various distant spots to be connected with each other, leading to the interlink between foreign worlds we never even get to know through our various space operations that led to the emergence of, what we can only say is by its whole structure and function, 'A DUNGEON' throughout the whole world in different countries, places and landscape which is still hidden from human eyes. And most biggest danger these unknown and illogical things brought upon whole world is, that it filled with various malicious and deadly unknown and some unseen but heard at least once in our childhood stories, beasts or say monsters. That by there way of actions, can only be waiting to cause havoc and bloodshed over the whole of humanity, like the once done by the very 1st "Magical Beast" appeared and land his foots on this world, through the very 1st of these magical wormhole. (The one I mentioned earlier) But as there's the equal and opposite reaction of every action, there's also the emergence of a powerful enhanced group of humankind, came to be known as 'HUNTERS' that effectively have enough potential and ability required to kill the ones that are any threat to whole mankind. Though they all are itself different from other humans too. Well, How? 'Mana/Qi/Chi/Prana/Aura' as many names as clouds in sky, you can think of this kind of energy that only can be understandable in spiritual field, leaks out in open environment of earth like thin air through these gaps in space, that somehow later acts as the main source of defend line against these insane bloody creatures, along with such other extraordinary things in play too, which those who play stimulated games of offering quests and rewards upon success of that, kind of applications knows very well. And so, with this the world enter into a new phase of revolution, as with a whole new source of clean, effortless, less cost-effective and nearly in infinite amount of energy (Mana) that can also acts as a long-running fuel in many fields of mechanics and development, many new technologies and research development goals able to be achieved and developed, in just few years of that very 1st dungeon incident in the world. The overall human society! prevailing hierarchy, class, demands, requirements and goals in life, also changed and flipped in the whole different way, which fits more of a 'brute power, strength and courage to do so', rather than just how much money one have in there pocket to do so. This is a story of a one such normal human (our MC), who in human terms at now with a new prevailing way of society, is at weakest of the food chain but still solely continued his struggle to reach at the top, for achieving his own personal goals in his life. So, let's enjoy his journey in textual form.
Shivam_Singh_9883 · 18.7K Views

The Guilded Curse

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.
Arii_137 · 1.3K Views
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