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The Scion of Ruin

Heaven-Defying Asura Li Shen is nothing more than a slave, despised and broken, a mere handyman in the prestigious Azure Cloud Sect. Unknown to all, he carries the cursed blood of the annihilated Heaven Destruction Clan, a lineage whose three patriarchs once dared to defy Heaven's Will. This forbidden heritage manifests as the Heaven Asura Destruction Body, a dormant power that renders him seemingly talentless in Qi Cultivation, constantly suppressed by the very essence of the world. His only path to power, and to full awakening, lies in the brutal consumption of demon-corrupted cultivators, whose blood feeds his unique constitution. When his former masters, the Blackwood Noble Clan, are decimated by a savage raid of these demon-corrupted forces, Li Shen, in a desperate struggle for survival, slays his first corrupted foe. This act triggers the faint stirrings of his terrifying potential, pushing him from victim to survivor. Rescued by the Azure Cloud Sect, he endures the scorn of the Handyman Elder Guo and the cosmic hindrance of Heaven Suppression, secretly honing his Blade Cultivation – the only path where his innate talent can flourish. His desperate goals are clear: achieve power for survival, exact revenge for his clan's downfall, gain recognition in a world that despises him, and, most crucially, procreate to ensure the continuation of his unique, heaven-defying bloodline. Li Shen's opportunity arises when he heroically saves the Grand Elder of the Outer Court, elevating him to an Outer Disciple and granting him access to the crucial "demon cleansing missions." Through these perilous missions, he ruthlessly hunts and absorbs the blood of countless demon-corrupted cultivators, rapidly awakening his Heaven Asura Destruction Body. His cultivation explodes, allowing him to easily comprehend Dao and identify the flaws in any technique, making him an unstoppable force. His ascent, however, is not without cost. Forced to flee the ruins of his temporary home, Li Shen finds himself thrust into the chaotic expanse of the Immortal Realm, where the true scale of the cosmic conflict is revealed. Here, he discovers the existence of the Heaven Will Judgment Clan, the enforcers of Heaven's dictates, who were directly responsible for the annihilation of his ancestors and now seek to finish off his bloodline. He also finds himself embroiled in a grand struggle against a powerful Demon Sovereign, whose influence spans realms and whose forces represent the very beings Li Shen has been consuming. His journey becomes a furious quest to not only survive and exact revenge on his oppressors but to challenge the very fabric of cosmic law. He cultivates beyond the known limits, pushing his Heaven Asura Destruction Body to its peak, defying all odds. In a climactic, realm-shattering confrontation, Li Shen, alongside his descendants – born from his desperate drive to procreate and imbued with his unique heritage – wages war against the Heaven Will Judgment Clan and clashes with the Demon Sovereign. In the end, Li Shen and his burgeoning Heaven Asura Destruction Clan triumph. The Heaven Will Judgment Clan is utterly annihilated, their reign ended, and the oppressive grasp of Heaven's Will is shattered. The world, no longer bound by cosmic tyranny, shifts, and a new era dawns, one where the Heaven Asura Destruction Clan reigns supreme, its legacy forged in blood, defiance, and the ultimate triumph over fate.
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EMPRESS OF THE LOST KINGDOM

You are already having enough nightmares and demons in your day to day life. What happens when you start getting haunted by nightmares from an ancient world or maybe, as the legends say, memories from your past life? WARNING: SENSITIVE CONTENT On her 18th birthday, Li Juan had a nightmare that changed her life forever. She saw a queen of an ancient kingdom being murdered in her dream. Even though it was just a dream, intrigued by its content, she starts searching for its meanings and interpretations. Today, Li Juan is a research scholar at the archaeology department and she is on a quest to find a lost city. While searching about the lost city, she realises that her past and present life is being intertwined with three men who claim to own her heart. "Li Juan, you belong to me," declared her Highschool crush who also happens to be her current boss. "Li Juan, we are destined to be together," proclaimed her celebrity crush. "Li Juan, both of our families, wants us to become a couple," proposed her family friend. "Wait a minute!!! Are you sure the "Li Juan" whom you all mentioning is really me?" Even Li Juan herself finds it difficult to believe their claims, " I am sorry to disappoint you all, but I have already fallen in love with my research career." "But Li Juan, I promised that I'll help you to find your Queen," A blurry image of a man from her memory reminded her. Who is that? Through her broken dreams and shattered memories, Li Juan is still searching for the one who made the promise, to find the Queen from her dreams !!! No Mature content on first 20+chapters, but later chapters are under PG-18 Disclaimer: 1. Slow-paced romance with lots of mysteries. 2. Lengthy chapters (Minimum 1.5k words/chapters) 3. There are several chapters that deal with abusive toxic relationships and bullying. 4. The cover is not mine, I will remove it if the creator demands. 5. Read my other story, "No where to run: Trapped with my Archenemy" on webnovel # FIRST 100+ chapters are currently under editing # Support me on ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/monsoonmangoes0502
Monsoon_Mangoes · 1.1M Views

MASTERPIECE OF RUIN

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.
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