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The unbroken legion (A testament for the twelfth of June)

In a world scarred by war and oppressive regimes, the once-proud Twelfth Legion lies shattered. Disarmed and humiliated under the tyrannical General Besa, General Mervin Kapapi ("The Iron Resolve") and his remaining soldiers plot to reclaim their honor and weapons, offering their services to a treacherous Governor in a desperate gambit. Meanwhile, the Legion's spirit endures through its scattered remnants. Survivors Kael and Lira, escaping a massacre by the fanatical Void Sect, are entrusted by enigmatic forest tribes with a dangerous weapon: a mysterious obsidian seed pulsating with latent power. Simultaneously, Captain Elias Varek is blackmailed by the Governor into a mission to the cursed Deadzone, where he uncovers a horrifying plot: the Governor is excavating the Twelfth Legion's own fallen soldiers to weaponize them into an undead army. Branded traitors and relentlessly pursued, Elias and allies like the fierce Kaela navigate treacherous landscapes—from the Citadel's hidden passages to war-torn battlefields. They face betrayals like the turncoat warlord Veymar, deadly assassins like the aether-wielding Chameleon (whose actions hint at a conspiracy linked to the Legion's fall on the Twelfth of June), and terrifying forces like the Unseen Hand cabal of void mages. Each encounter reveals fragments of a larger, darker threat, symbolized by the cryptic message "Eclipsed." As the exiled remnants of the Twelfth, now led by figures like Kael Veyne, battle usurpers and unearth ancient secrets within a buried Aetherian ship, Elias and his comrades fight desperate last stands against overwhelming enemies like the warlord Garrik. Their survival hinges on resilience, unexpected alliances (including the formidable Witch of the Wilds), and timely reinforcements, most crucially the Seventh Legion. The Unbroken Legion is a gritty epic of resilience against annihilation. It follows soldiers stripped of everything but their resolve as they fight to reclaim their honor, expose necromantic plots, confront ancient powers, and uncover the truth behind the betrayal that shattered them, proving that even a broken legion can be reforged in the fires of defiance.
John_Mwanabeti · 5.5K Views

Dragonic Rebirth: Legacy of Buné

warning this synopsis is AI generated Seventeen years before the events of High School DxD, a powerful soul is reborn into a new world—a world brimming with devils, dragons, and gods. This soul awakens as the last scion of the extinct Buné Clan, one of the original 72 Pillars annihilated during the Great War. The child, born of a human mother—an artificial warrior created by the Sigurd Institution—carries within him the powerful Boosted Gear, and a latent affinity for dragons and swordsmanship beyond his years. At six years old, he regains the memories of his past life and the vast knowledge once lost to death. With this awakening, he sets a new path forward: one that intertwines ancient draconic legacies from Fairy Tail (including 100 Year Quest), the mystical chaos of Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, and the sacred timeline of High School DxD. In this fusion world, dragons rule both sky and myth, with familiar beasts such as Igneel, Acnologia, and the Chaos Dragons reshaping the supernatural balance. The MC traverses realms to gather strength and ancient knowledge: Dragon Prince Tensura Moonlit Fantasy Arifureta a/n: I do not own any of the works used in this fanfic Though he avoids assembling a peerage at first, he eventually forms an all-female roster—warriors, mages, and dragons across dimensions—devoted not only to him but to his vision of a multiversal alliance against an ancient evil threatening all worlds. Unlike others, he does not receive his Evil Pieces until much later, through a mysterious method involving remnants of the Buné sigil and lost demonic rites. As the High School DxD canon unfolds, the MC walks beside and sometimes in the shadows of major events—guarding Issei, allying with Rias, clashing with Vali, and challenging the very destiny imposed on devils and dragons alike. With the lost swords of Sigurd in hand, Boosted Gear blazing, and the knowledge of a thousand dragons, he will carve a new fate across worlds, balancing human heart and draconic soul.
John_Dose · 12.9K Views

Heart of Mer'Valka

Time’s broken. Like actually broken. Not just “oops, we messed something up.” I mean timelines are crashing into each other, and reality is glitching like it’s stuck on a scratched CD from 2003. If that even makes sense anymore. Monster if we can even call it that, are pouring out disrupting the peace of the realm. Six guardians. Not chosen. Not ready. Just... stuck. Thrown together with no warning, no real plan, and barely enough patience to not strangle each other. They have to fight this monsters that are indestructible altogether keeping time from crumbling. It all started with the crack in the Hearthstone. One little fracture and then boom everything unraveled. The past? It’s not staying where it’s supposed to. The present? Confused. The future? Probably dead. They’re supposed to fix it. Fix time. Yeah, no pressure. And it’s not just “run around and close the rift.” Because the deeper they get, the messier it all becomes. There are secrets none of them want to say out loud. Betrayals that haven’t even happened yet but still somehow already hurt. Love that might not survive this. Hate that probably will. And the worst part? The balance between realms? The thing everyone thought was keeping the world in check? Fake. It was never real. Just a story to keep people calm. Now everything’s falling apart. Fast. And time? Time doesn’t care if they’re tired or scared or unprepared, It’s not waiting. So yeah, buckle in. Or don’t. This is a wild, reckless, probably doomed ride through timelines, trials, and way too many truths. Every second counts. Even the ones they wish they could take back.
Cassie_Berry_9014 · 12.3K Views

SCULPTURED DESIRE

Living as the fifth daughter of a noble family, Amira found herself adrift in the fog of her home, neglected and overlooked by those she once called her own. Her days were spent in the solitude of the attic, a hidden oasis away from the bustling world outside. However, when the tumult of war erupts and she is thrust into the role of a truce offering between two formidable nations, she grapples with the uncertainty of surviving in a new kingdom known for its icy demeanor and ruthless nature. Will she navigate this foreign terrain and carve out a new existence she never fathomed? (Excerpt) "Clean it," Zyran commanded. "Yes, your Highness," the servant acknowledged with a respectful bow, ready to fetch the cleaning supplies. "Not you," Zyran interjected, causing the servant to freeze in confusion. "Her," he added, nodding in the direction of Anastasia, whose eyes widened in disbelief. Anastasia blinked rapidly, trying to process the situation. "Pardon?" she asked. "Clean the mess on the floor," Zyran instructed. The crowd started murmuring and Anastasia shifted uncomfortably on her knees. "That's the servant's job, not mine. Why should I? I don't think I understand what you are trying to say Prince Zyran. My father will never approve of this," Anastasia began only to be abruptly cut off by Zyran. "Don't make me repeat myself. I'm sure you wouldn't like it if I interfered with your task," Zyran warned. Anastasia's lips trembled as she fought to hold back her words. She knew Zyran's reputation for being ruthless, and she didn't want to make her situation any worse than it already was. "Get me the cleaning supplies," she instructed the servant, who was prepared to follow her command until Zyran interjected. "No one will help you," he declared. Anastasia's chest heaved with anger as she locked eyes with Amira, who was standing behind Zyran. She rose to her knees, intending to fetch the cleaning supplies herself, but Zyran stopped her once again. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded. "To bring the bucket," she replied with a hint of annoyance, but she quickly reminded herself to remain composed. "I never asked you to stand up," Zyran stated. "Then how am I supposed to clean the floor?" she inquired. "Use your dress," Zyran replied. The onlookers in the crowd were visibly shocked, exchanging bewildered glances and murmurs as they witnessed the unfolding scene. Anastasia's cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment.
Cassie_Berry_9014 · 100K Views
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