Drowned Opposite Word

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

He was supposed to return home a hero. Instead, he brought a curse. Andravion thought the war would end with glory. Instead, he returned with blood on his hands, a divine guardian ripped from his soul, and a past that refuses to stay buried. The ocean whispers secrets. Monsters lurk beneath the waves. And the one person who once called him "brother"... now hunts him like prey. Haunted. Betrayed. Broken. As the gods play their cruel games, Andravion must choose: sacrifice what’s left of his heart—or doom the ones still clinging to him in hope. But when even love becomes dangerous... How do you fight a destiny written in blood? --- A slow-burn tragic fantasy where every choice cuts deeper than a blade. Expect heartbreak. Expect betrayal. Expect him to rise anyway.

In a world where only a rare few are born as Viran, gifted with elemental power drawn from their life force — Vira — strength is everything. Ren is a Viran born with a core water affinity — a bond to the ocean's grace, weight, and silence. But beneath the surface of his gift lies a deeper struggle: an affliction that isolates him, warps how others see him, and clouds how he sees himself. When tragedy tears through his life, Ren is set adrift — wounded, and uncertain of his place in the world. In the wake of loss, he begins to seek meaning not just in his power, but in his identity. And as the world around him hardens, he finds purpose not only in destruction, but in reshaping water into something more — something powerful, something whole. As enemies rise and the balance and essence of Vira begins to shift, Ren must quickly grow to gain dominion over his element if he wants to survive — and protect those who still matter. Join Ren on his journey as he struggles with his affliction and grows his power — one stage, one tide, one choice at a time.

A red crystal falls from the sky. A high school student sees it in his dream—before it even lands. Since that night, Hao Thien’s world has been slowly unraveling. Visions of cosmic battles, voices that call his name, and a power he doesn’t understand are all pulling him toward a destiny he never asked for. Who are the beings fighting across galaxies? Why does the crystal respond only to him? In a universe without limits… can one word truly open the heavens?

Jimmy was born without a voice. And after a terrible accident, he lost even his sight. But when the world faded to darkness and silence, something else began to speak or, awakened. A bond — ancient and unsee — not in words, but in warmth, presence, and emotions. They are called Whisps — living creatures that roam the Earth, mysterious animals born of nature’s hidden magic. In a world that’s forgotten how to listen, Jimmy is a mute, blind boy with a restless spirit — ready to step into the unknown. Through forests, cities, and ancient ruins, Jimmy forges his own path, driven by a quiet determination. His journey is one of discovery — to know, to see, to feel the Whisps.

Takara Minami has always been a burst of light in the darkest rooms—talkative, expressive, and stubbornly hopeful even after losing nearly everything. When he transfers to a prestigious high school and moves into the dorms, he’s forced to share a room with the last kind of person he can understand: Kayo Tsukishiro. Quiet. Reclusive. Precise. A boy with headphones always on and eyes that never quite meet his. At first, they clash. Loud meets quiet. Chaos meets control. But over late-night arguments, silent dinners, and the fragile intimacy of shared space, something begins to grow—something that looks a lot like friendship. Maybe even more. As their lives intertwine and they move through school, loss, distance, and first heartbreaks, Takara and Kayo learn that love isn’t just the fire between opposites—it’s the slow burn of choosing someone again and again, even when it’s hard. Even when it means letting go. Years later, fate brings them back together—older, bruised, changed. Living across the hall from each other in a Tokyo apartment building, they’re faced with the echoes of what was and the question that never really died: Can you still fall in love with the person who once broke your heart—if they’ve become someone new? A coming-of-age, slow-burn boy’s love story about grief, healing, and the long road to choosing love with your whole self. "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com”

Jihun Park has never needed words. The youngest heir to the Park empire carries his father’s intensity and his mother’s quiet resilience—but none of their hard-won ease with love. Where Jae spoke through actions and Mira through stubbornness, Jihun simply doesn’t speak at all. Until her. Lee Nari doesn’t have time for brooding heirs with pretty eyes and a strawberry milk addiction. A scholarship student at Seoul National’s elite business program, she’s too busy clawing her way out of her family’s debts to decode the silent boy who watches her like she’s the only person in the room. But when a class project forces them together, Nari discovers the truth: Jihun isn’t quiet because he’s arrogant. He’s quiet because he’s terrified—of the legacy he carries, of the words that won’t come, of becoming a ghost in his own story. And Nari? She’s never been afraid to speak her mind.

A spoil of war, Muna is an orphan. At the tender age of nine, he is put to labor, where pay is a joke and conditions are dire. Despite being the top miner of the village, being a source of motivation for those in his situation, a horrible life of prejudice and seclusion, he is thrown in a dungeon, for rejecting a suicide mission. At the brink of Death, he is transported to a different world, the eternal prison of the Guardians, held up by the power of creation itself. After he returns to a pillaged village he once knew as his hometown, and is kidnapped and shipped away along with an abandoned clan, He is left with one choice--to join their cause: The revitalization of murim, the protection of the weak, and the restoration of order! They decide to sail to Africa where they would enroll in the Yulo academy to clear and establish their name in the world of murim. While in his second year in the academy, Muna learns more about the 'depths'. He learns that in three years time, the Gods would send their new servants, the Noldians to reap consciousness from mankind, and to destroy all of the Guardians, who lie in the depths peacefully. Muna has one year to prepare for the re-arrangement the world of murim, defeat the Demonic faction and pull them to their side, somehow free the Guardians from their eternal prison, while also preparing for the conquest of the Gods, carried out by their new vessels. He must now not just survive, he has to succeed, especially now, when the existence of man hangs in the balance. Follow this story as Muna faces many trials and enemies, makes legendary allies, unites and ultimately saves the world.

Collection of poems and letters expressing the feelings that never made it through to the intended people.

Tiana Parker is a walking HR nightmare—well, sort of. She’s bounced from job to job, desperately trying to survive the cutthroat world of fashion. But things finally start looking up when she lands a spot at H&T, one of the top international fashion companies… owned by the elite and unreachable Don Luke family. Enter Lux—top model, shameless flirt, and walking red flag. He wants Tiana for himself, and when she turns him down? He threatens to ruin her budding career. the worst part? He’s the nephew of Ethan Don Luke, the cold and composed heir of H&T. Tiana, already fed up with the spoiled elite and their power games, decides to play her own. The plan? Seduce Ethan. Use him to crush Lux’s ego. Secure her place in the fashion world. Walk away, untouched. Sounds perfect, right? Right? Well… fate doesn’t do “perfect.” To some folks. Stay tuned, also don't forget to add to your collections. -Thank You for all your support.

When 17-year-old Aryan Sen is uprooted from India and sent to Tokyo due to his father's expanding business, he finds himself lost in a world of strange words, cold silences, and unfamiliar skies. Grieving his mother’s death and abandoned emotionally by his father, Aryan quietly builds his strength through martial arts—yet inside, he's still searching for peace. Then, he meets Akari Fujiwara—a short-haired, sharp-eyed top student from a struggling household, raising her younger brother alone. She teaches him Japanese… he teaches her Hindi. She teaches him to live… he teaches her to feel. But beneath every soft smile lies a storm. Aryan is not just a boy in a foreign land—he’s fighting for identity, dignity, and a dream that defies his father's shadow. Together, Aryan and Akari build something fragile and beautiful—until a returning rival, buried guilt, and unspoken truths threaten to destroy it all. A cross-cultural slow-burn romance. A story of language, loneliness, and the words we never dared to say. “Kokoro” means heart. But sometimes… the heart doesn’t speak. It writes.

In a world where words themselves sculpt reality, every human is born bound to an invisible brush engraved in their soul. By tracing runes in the air, these Scriptors shape fire, ice, light... and sometimes even death. But at the heart of this magic lies an absolute law: "No one can join two words into one." Yet some continue to dream... that a single word could one day rewrite everything.

When two broken souls meet in the silence of a world that’s never been kind, love becomes both a curse and a sanctuary. Arin, a guarded heir with a past full of secrets, and Lucien, a runaway part time fighter and a painter hiding from pain, are thrown together by fate—and desperation. Their paths collide when Arin offers Lucien shelter from a storm, only to find himself unraveling under the boy’s quiet gaze and gentle touch. In a world where trust is dangerous and love even more so, they find solace in stolen moments—baths that last till sunrise, kisses hidden beneath cold moonlight, and touches that say what words never can. But the deeper they fall, the closer the shadows creep. As Arin’s family legacy threatens to drag them both under, and Lucien’s trauma resurfaces with cruel timing, the two must choose: surrender to the darkness or fight to save the fragile love blooming between them. A soft, sensual, and heartbreaking story about healing, vulnerability, and a love that feels like drowning—only sweeter.

Title: Opposite My sect Synopsis: Hendrix was a penniless, jobless, and luckless Zambian man whose life was the definition of pitiful. Dumped by every girl he approached, mocked by life itself, and tragically killed the very day he finally caught a break—he died in a freak house fire after stuffing himself with food for the first time in years. The gods watched in disbelief. One goddess, both amused and baffled by his cringe-worthy pickup lines and pathetic end, decided to reincarnate him—not out of pity, but curiosity. Giving him a strange and humiliating system called the Sect Expansion System, she promises to cure his shyness through pain and progress… by forcing him to build a powerful sect in another world. Reborn as Alex Kai, son of a disgraced and exiled shinobi woman who survived a brutal war and raised him in the deep jungle, Alex trains under her watchful, masked eye. His mother, once a feared assassin in the all-female Blood Blossom Sect, never reveals her past—only that Alex must leave one day and make his own path. At 17, after surviving a deadly ambush and discovering his mother’s harrowing history, Alex sets off to build his own sect. But there's a problem: the system forbids him from entering towns, unlocking mana, or accessing powers without first recruiting members. Even with his strength and training, he's just a guy stuck in the mountains with no one to follow him. That is, until he finds a mysterious, dirt-covered girl clutching a slime. She’s cute. She’s weird. And she’s a tamer. When she refuses to join his sect, Alex resorts to deception, cooking questionable snake stew and claiming demon tigers roam the forests below. Her only way to eat and survive? Say the humiliating recruitment phrase: “I died a virgin loser.” Reluctantly, she joins. And the Wayward Flame Sect is born. With one girl, one slime, zero dignity, and a broken system that demands growth or death, Alex must rise from nothing—recruiting outcasts, building strength, and uncovering the truth behind his mother's past and the goddess who watches from above.

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The world awakens, dungeons form, animals and plants mutate, the gods spectate the world's happenings and find people they think are interesting, and humans gain powers and systems that are tailored to them (They're all the same thing, just with different designs). The usual stuff. It just so happens that our main character's version of the system is, for better or lack of words...flawed. --- Disclaimer: NSFW content will be marked accordingly: N+ for 18+, N- for darker themes, and N for a mix of both. Updates will aim for a chapter every week, with the potential for more depending on my schedule. Your feedback and ideas are greatly appreciated, even if it's just a "good job" or complete negativity. Questions are also welcome.

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